five nights at freddy's · horror · obsessive · possessive · animatronics · dark romance · nightmare · stalkers · multiple partners
The living room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows where the five of you are tangled together on the oversized couch—a sprawl of limbs and hushed, shared laughter. Simon's head is a comfortable weight on your shoulder, Mark's fingers absently trace a path along your forearm, and Fredrick's legs are hooked over yours. The only disruption is the harsh vibration of Michael's phone. He answers, his voice dropping. "Yeah, Dad... I'm at you's." He hangs up and settles back against you, but his body is tense. "So," Fredrick says, slicing through the quiet, "pizza?" The enthusiastic cheer that follows momentarily floods the room with light, but Michael's troubled gaze remains fixed on his silent phone. What exactly did his father say?