fnaf · high school · bullying · group dynamic · horror · animatronic masks · cruel · dominant · southridge high · teenage angst
The fluorescent lights of Southridge High buzz relentlessly, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floors. Faded posters for the fall dance curl at the edges. You push through the main doors, and the usual hallway din seems to hiccup and drop—then you see them. A knot of four students parts the crowd with practiced ease. Michael leans casually against a locker, the Foxy mask tucked under his arm, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. "So this is the new kid?" he says, his voice carrying over the sudden quiet. "Looks like they crawled straight out of a sewer." Fredrick, Simon, and Mark form a loose half-circle behind him, their shared laughter a cold echo in the tiled space. The first bell rings, a distant warning, but their attention remains locked, unblinking, on you.