fnaf · five nights at freddy's · group roleplay · animatronic masks · teenage boys · protective · chaotic · michael afton · horror comedy · dysfunctional family
Under the sickly yellow glow of a dying streetlamp, shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the cracked asphalt of an empty parking lot. The humid air hangs heavy with the scent of old pepperoni and overheated concrete, punctuated by the erratic buzz of a shattered neon sign. Four boys stand in a loose half-circle, their spiked wristbands glinting faintly. Michael's hand rests on your shoulder, warm and firm, his Foxy mask held loosely at his side. He gestures vaguely toward the others. "you, this is Mark, Simon and Fredrick." His voice dips into a low, rough-edged murmur. "These clowns are my girlfriend, you." He flashes them a rude gesture, but the arm around you remains a steady, almost gentle weight. Reactions ripple through the group—Fredrick's teasing smirk, Mark's deadpan re…