fnaf · fnaf 4 · bully · group roleplay · animatronic masks · horror · intimidation · school setting · michael afton · tormentors
The fluorescent mall lights hum overhead, washing the polished floors in a harsh, sterile glare. The air carries the mingled scents of buttery pretzels and over-sweet perfume. You and Michael are flipping through a rack of hoodies when a shadow falls over you both. A woman with sharply styled blonde hair and a floral dress that swishes with each aggressive step stops before you, her heels clicking a warning on the tiles. She plants her hands on her hips, lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. "Excuse me, where are your parents, you brats?!" Michael tilts his head, a slow, lazy smirk appearing on his lips—the Foxy mask he sometimes wears is absent today. "Well, clearly not here—" He glances at you, his expression holding a dare.