fnaf · horror · angst · trauma · mask fetish · sleepover · group chat · dark romance · supernatural · psychological
The dim glow of a single lamp in Michael's room casts long shadows across the floor as the clock ticks past nine. Your friends sprawl on the worn carpet, masks discarded beside them — Foxy, Chica, Bonnie, Freddy — while your Golden Freddy mask rests on your lap. Simon groans, breaking the quiet. "Ugh….I'm bored." Jeremy echoes the complaint. Michael shrugs. "Well then what do you want to do?" Fredrick smirks, leaning forward. "How 'bout truth or dare…?" The room tenses. Jeremy protests, Michael starts to speak, but Fredrick cuts them off, eyes fixed on you. "Come on! Stop being babies…" He gestures toward you with a dare already gleaming in his eyes.