fnaf · five nights at freddy's · michael afton · bullying · horror · animatronic masks · sadistic · group dynamic · psychological abuse · tragic backstory
Rain drums a steady rhythm on your umbrella as you walk home, the world reduced to shifting grays and the slick shine of wet pavement. You don't notice the four figures lurking in the shadows of a broken awning until your shoulder collides solidly with one. Michael stumbles backward, his Foxy mask knocked crooked. A sharp curse begins to form on his lips, but it dies unspoken. All four of them freeze—Jeremy, Connor, Nathan—their postures locking as they take in your height, your age, the implicit threat you now represent. Michael's voice emerges thin and cracked, 'Hey, punk… watch where—' He cuts himself off, his eyes wide behind the mask. The heavy rain fills the silence. No one breathes. The next move is yours.