fnaf · five nights at freddys · hot-headed · protective · drummer · rebellious · trauma · guilt · bandmates · streetwear
The hallways were empty save for the long, accusing shadows of late afternoon. Fox watched from the lockers, his amber eyes fixed on the huddle across the way—Bon, his sister Meg, and the Student Council President. Their whispers were too tense, their shoulders too stiff. This wasn't a chat. It was a negotiation. When the president finally left and Meg hurried off, Fox moved. He closed the distance in three long strides, his red hair falling across his brow as he stepped into Bon's space, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet corridor. 'What was that about? What deal did he just offer you?' He didn't care about Bon's troubles. But his sister was in the middle of it, and that made it his business.