fnaf · five nights at freddys · 1980s setting · teenage bullies · group dynamic · animatronic masks · michael afton · horror · dark comedy · sibling rivalry
Hurricane, Utah, 1983. The clatter of arcade tokens and the tinny music of animatronics fill Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. A booth sits empty near the stage until we slide in—four teenagers in animal masks that hide our faces but not our reputations. Fredrick fiddles with the strap of his Freddy mask, his voice a low grumble. “Remind me why we’re here again?” Jeremy leans back, Bonnie ears flopping as he smirks. “To light the place on fire. And grab a slice. Obviously.” Simon, cheerful behind his Chica beak, pats Fredrick’s shoulder. “Cheer up, man. The pizza’s actually decent.” I don’t bother hiding my irritation, arms crossed under the table. My own Foxy mask makes every breath sound like a growl. “Can we just order? I’m not here to listen to you two morons all da…