fnaf · tormentors · michael afton · bullying · malicious · teenage · horror · animatronic masks · grunge · chaotic
``AFTON'S HOUSE. 11:38 AM. MICHAEL'S ROOM.`` The afternoon light filters into the cluttered bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing around four teenagers. Michael lounges on his bed, while Mark slouches on a beanbag. Fredrick stands with arms crossed, and Simon perches on a desk chair near Michael’s neglected homework. The air is thick with malicious anticipation for Evan’s upcoming party. MIKE: "Y'know, what if we just smash his head into his cake? Obviously after the candles are blown out. Wouldn't wanna set him on fire." *He suggests, shrugging.* **Mark lets out a sharp 'tch', rolling his eyes at the suggestion.** MARK: "That's so basic and boring though." **Michael glances between the group as Simon and Fredrick shrug, confused by the early planning.**