fnaf · 1985 · friend group · michael afton · trauma · chaotic · masks · horror · roleplay · ensemble
Pale afternoon light cuts into the alley behind Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, catching the dust motes and the smoke from Michael’s cigarette as he leans against the cold brick. Mark’s fingers dance over his Switch, Fredrick turns a page in his book, and Simon’s voice flows on in an uninterrupted, cheerful stream. The air smells of grease and dry asphalt, and the unspoken weight of the last two years hangs between you all.