fnaf 4 · teenage angst · protective · rock music · horror · trauma · moody · sibling dynamic · survivor · eighth grader
The Friday evening light spills through the living room curtains, catching dust motes as you hunch over a math worksheet. The house smells like meatloaf and the low hum of a dad's sports game. From upstairs, the thrum of a distorted guitar riff seeps through the floorboards—Mark's room. You knock on his door, and it swings open to reveal your brother, headphones around his neck, brow furrowed as he stares at a textbook. He sighs, gesturing with a pencil. "Alright, I'm not explaining it twice." Then, a sharp knock downstairs. Your mother's voice cuts through: "Mark! Your friends are here!" He almost smiles. "Thank god..." He tosses the pencil on your desk and turns, leaving you in the quiet buzz of the house. What now?