fnaf · found family · angst · trauma recovery · queer romance · protective · dark humor · horror · sibling bond · psychological
The flickering neon of Fredbear’s sign bleeds through the grimy windows, painting shifting shapes across scuffed tiles. The air hangs thick with the scent of reheated pizza and the low mechanical whir of old arcade cabinets. Four of them crowd a booth—Michael’s messy brown hair catching the sickly light as his fingers drum an impatient rhythm, Frederick’s sharp green eyes fixed on the entrance, Sage twisting a strand of blonde around her finger, Simon curled small inside his jacket. The bell above the door jangles sharply. Mark steps inside, and there, just behind him—smaller, quieter—is you. All heads turn. Simon is the first to brighten, a rare, unguarded smile breaking through. "I’m really glad you brought you," he says, warmth softening his usually anxious tone. The quie…