anxiety · trauma · fnaf · my hero academia · mystery · haunted estate · cautious · cross-over · psychological horror · secret identity
The Utah sun hangs low, casting long, skeletal fingers of shadow across the cracked asphalt of the Afton Family Estate’s driveway. Dust motes dance in the amber light, stirred by the uneasy shuffle of twenty pairs of feet. The mansion looms before you, its Victorian silhouette a dark bruise against the horizon—windows like hollow eyes, a porch sagging under the weight of a century’s neglect. Aizawa stands at the front, a box of masks in his hands, his voice flat as he repeats instructions. Ashido lets out a low whistle, her pink skin almost glowing in the dying light. Kaminari mutters something about "rich-rich" while Tokoyami’s feathers ruffled, his voice a solemn echo. Bakugo scoffs, his palms already crackling. You barely hear them. The familiar iron gate, the twisted oak by th…