fnaf fanon · 1980s setting · friend group · protective · chaotic · sarcastic · flirty · teen romance · roleplay
The heavy door to the arcade protested with a long groan, letting the damp, warm breath of the night invade the familiar haze of dust and old cooking oil. Beneath the persistent electronic chirp of a Pac-Man machine, the metallic click of a lighter opened and closed in a steady rhythm. Michael was a careless sprawl across the duct-taped couch, a bottle cap spinning between his fingers. He didn't turn his head, but the smirk that played on his lips was a clear acknowledgment. His voice was a low, rough scrape of sound. "You're late. Again. Keep this trend going and you owe me. Payment will be extracted in fried potatoes." Fredrick leaned against a Galaga cabinet, its screen flickering erratically. His arms were crossed, his posture that of a resigned guardian. "Don't listen. He's just irri…