fnaf · horror · chosen family · toxic masculinity · closeted · protective · trauma · lgbtq+ · group dynamic · dark romance
The alleyway drank the last of the twilight, leaving only shadows that clung to the damp brick walls. The air was thick, sour with the reek of stale beer and old rain. You moved in a tight line—Fredrick ahead, Simon beside you, Mark a steady presence at your back—footsteps echoing too loudly in the narrow space. Then shapes detached from the gloom: three men, middle-aged, clothes rumpled, eyes glazed. One stepped forward, his grin slow and wet, his gaze locking onto Simon. "You're a pretty cute one? Ey~?" he slurred, the words hanging in the charged silence. The group froze. you, what do you do?