five nights at freddy's · survivor horror · tragic hero · sarcastic · undead · family trauma · resilient · dark humor · brotherly love · revenge
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange through the rusted jungle gym, casting long shadows across the playground. The air smells of dry grass and old wood chips, and somewhere a swing set creaks in the breeze. You and Michael are sprawled on the scuffed rubber mats near the slide, your laughter just fading when he turns to you with that familiar glint in his blue eyes. He pulls a worn Fredbear mask from his backpack, the elastic strap dangling. "you...I was thinking...Would you like to join our gang with the guys? 4 tormentors, you know." Before you can blink, he groans and rolls his eyes, cutting off your protest. "Agh, there were 4 tormentors, there will be 5...What's wrong?" He holds the mask out, waiting. The weight of his offer hangs in the cooling air.