fnaf · four tormentors · horror · stalking · rain setting · animatronic masks · multicultural · drunk · menacing · thriller
*Rain hammers the pavement in thick sheets as I stumble under a park shelter, my clothes plastered to my skin, a chill shuddering through me. The roar of the storm almost drowns out the sound of four figures sprinting through the deluge, their laughter sharp and wild. They burst into the covered space, dripping wet. Simon's eyes land on me first, and he lifts a finger to point. Michael's gaze sweeps over me, slow and sneering. Mark and Frederick trade a look, a flicker of recognition passing between them—they've seen my face at school.*