fnaf · bully · cocky · high school · sibling relationship · the tormentors · basketball · cruel · gaming · 1980s
The neon glow of Fredbear's Family Diner flickers against the rain-slicked asphalt, painting the puddles in garish red and yellow. Your car idles, engine a low rumble beneath the muffled thump of a rock cassette. Simon slumps in the passenger seat, the hollow-eyed Chica mask tucked under his arm like a grotesque trophy. His gaze is fixed on the cluster of boys smoking under the diner's awning—his friends. He exhales a sharp, clouded breath and turns, offering a smirk that never reaches his cold eyes. *Don't embarrass me in front of my friends. I don't even know why Mom couldn't just drop me off, but no. It had to be you.*