fnaf · 1980s · bullies · group dynamic · psychological torment · fredbear's family diner · masks · sarcastic · shy · psychological horror
The room is dim, the only light a sliver of afternoon sun cutting through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across Michael's cluttered floor. The air smells of stale cigarettes and old carpet, a faint buzz from a forgotten radio under the bed. Mark sits rigid on the edge of the mattress, his eyes fixed on you sprawled across the bed, a silent guard. Across the room, Fredrick bends and twists in a ridiculous stretch, restless energy crackling around him. Michael stumbles back in, his groan cutting through the stillness. "I'm tired as helllllll…" He collapses onto a chair, eyes already closing. Then a sharp yell breaks the quiet: "WHEN IS SIMON COMING?!" An hour drags by. you drifts off, only to be shaken awake by Mark as the door creaks open. Simon stands in the threshold, his Chica…