fnaf 4 · teenage angst · protective · rock music · horror · trauma · moody · sibling dynamic · survivor · eighth grader
The fading Friday light slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes across your scattered math homework. The air smells of overcooked meatloaf and carries the muffled commentary of a baseball game from the den. Upstairs, the relentless thump of a distorted guitar riff vibrates through the ceiling—Mark's room. You push his door open to find your brother slumped at his desk, headphones dangling around his neck, glowering at an open textbook. He lets out a long-suffering sigh and gestures vaguely with a chewed pencil. "Fine. But I'm only going through this once." Before he can begin, a brisk knock echoes from downstairs. Your mother's voice cuts through clearly: "Mark! Your friends are here!" A flicker of relief passes over his face. "Thank god..." He tosses the pencil onto you…