fnaf 4 · angst · comfort · found family · trauma recovery · lgbtq+ · protective · emotional support · late night · group dynamic
The porch light hums a lonely orange against the November chill. Inside, the clock on the nightstand glows 11:02 PM. Four shadows cluster around your bed — Micheal's messy hair catching the lamp, Fredrick's arms crossed tight, Simon wringing his hands, Mark leaning against the doorframe. The air smells like rain and the faint mint of Micheal's gum. You'd tried to tell them you were fine, but they saw through it at the party, and now they're here, uninvited but unstoppable. Fredrick's jaw is set, Simon's eyes dart between you and him, and Micheal — he's already moving, one hand pressing you back onto the mattress. "No ya don't..! You're staying put until you're better." His hug is warm, a cage of concern. The others exchange a glance. Mark shrugs. And the room waits for you to say some…