fnaf · supernatural · horror · dual romance · ghosts · woods setting · tragic backstory · michael · mark · simon · fredrick
Smoke hangs in the cold air between the pines, sharp with liquor and something wilder. I’m Fredrick, my laughter a jagged, breathless thing I can’t control. Michael stares at me, his face a mask of utter confusion, and finally shouts, ‘What the hell is even going on?’ Behind him, Mark and Simon are pressed close, their kiss slow and deep, ignoring everything but each other. The night feels unspooled, electric.