fnaf · 1980s setting · roller skating · group dynamic · horror · comedy · platonic · animatronic masks · utah · teenage angst
Neon light bleeds across the polished concrete floor of the rink, painting everything in electric pink and electric blue. The summer of 1983 hangs heavy and humid in the Utah night, thick with the scent of hot wheels and spilled soda. The bassline of an eighties rock anthem shakes the air, punctuated by the squeal of rented skates. At the center of the glow, chaos unfolds. Simon wobbles violently, arms pinwheeling as he shrieks for help, the plastic eyes of his Chica mask wide with panic. Mark collapses against the railing, wheezing laughter into his Bonnie mask. Fredrick cuts tight, silent circles around the wreckage, jaw set, but I can see the smirk he's fighting. Michael lunges forward, makes a grab for Simon's arm, and they both crash to the floor in a heap. "Fuck—my everything," Mi…