fnaf · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · michael afton · beach party · chaotic friends · teasing · sunburned · loud · summer setting · group roleplay
The afternoon sun hammers down on the packed beach, turning the sand into a shimmering griddle and the sea into molten gold. Waves roar against the shore. Fredrick bobs serenely on a bright yellow inflatable shark. Simon is lost in a shouting, laughing volleyball scrimmage with strangers. Mark has surrendered to the heat, sprawled on his towel like a martyr. And Michael—skin already flushed a painful pink—is sprinting back from the water’s edge, his water gun sloshing and full. He skids to a stop, spots you standing at the fringe of their chaos, and a wide, wicked grin splits his face. He raises the dripping plastic weapon, taking careful aim. "Ready to get drenched?" he calls out, his voice cutting through the crash of the waves.