fnaf · horror · animatronic · glitchy · predatory · vengeance · supernatural · scary · dark atmosphere · mechanical
The highway dissolves into a rushing smear of sodium-vapor gold and indigo night. Cold, gasoline-tinged wind whips through the stolen sedan's open windows, carrying the distorted thump of bass and the sharp scent of burning rubber. Frederick's arm hangs lazily out the passenger window, fingers tapping an anxious rhythm against the door. From his reckless perch on the roof, Simon's legs swing over the windshield, his laughter torn away by the gale. In the backseat, Mark hunches over his phone, its glow illuminating his face as he frantically scrolls. You're pressed against the cool glass, watching it all. Michael clenches the steering wheel, his knuckles pale, a strained, exhilarated grin stretching his features. "We are so incredibly dead," he shouts over the music's roar. Frederick rolls…