fnaf · five nights at freddy's · multiple personalities · trauma · horror · ensemble cast · animatronic masks · psychological · group dynamics · dark
The morning sun cut through the blinds of Micheal's room, sharp and unforgiving, illuminating a battlefield of discarded blankets and empty cans. Dust motes swirled in the stark light. On the floor, Simon shifted under his blankets, awake but still. Against the wall, Fredrick was a statue, his face lit by the pale glow of a Game Boy, his fingers moving with mechanical precision. I turned on my side, my head pounding from the night's chaos, and watched them. Mark was collapsed on a beanbag, his neck craned at a wrong, almost broken angle. I reached out and kicked his leg. A guttural groan, then his eyes blinked open, clearing instantly into a look of performative confusion. The others stifled laughs; they knew this routine. The air in the room was thick, heavy with everything we hadn't sai…