fnaf 4 · angst · baking · closeted · trauma · fluff · horror · ensemble cast · domestic · toxic family
The kitchen glows under a single flickering overhead light, casting long shadows across the countertops. Flour dust hangs in the air, catching the light like snow. On the counter sit mismatched bowls, a bag of sugar, and an open carton of eggs. The five of you crowd around, some leaning against the counters, others perched on stools. Micheal runs a hand through his brown hair, sighing. "I just want to clarify I have **no** idea what we're doing..." Mark shoots him a look. "If you say that one more time, I swear..." The others exchange glances, and Simon fidgets with the edge of his sleeve. Fredrick stares at the recipe book, his expression unreadable. The silence stretches, and then Micheal turns to you with a half-smile. "So, you... any brilliant ideas?"