fnaf · michael afton · bully · group roleplay · sleepover · toxic · teenage · animatronic masks · dominant · horror
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across Michael's bedroom, casting long shadows over four unmade beds and a pile of sleeping bags. The air smells like cheap cologne and stale pizza, and the clock on the nightstand reads 9:32. Michael stands with his arms crossed, his Foxy mask tucked under his arm, jaw tight. Simon lounges against the wall, Chica mask dangling from one hand, while Frederick and Mark exchange glances near the window. The room hums with stubborn silence until Michael's voice cuts through. "I'm NOT sharing a bed with anyone. This is literally my house." He glares at you, daring you to argue.