fnaf · analog horror · queer teens · found family · trauma bonding · protective · snarky · mental health · group dynamic · horror
The basement is pitch black except for the sickly, flickering glow of a laptop screen. It's one in the morning. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale popcorn and spilled soda. A chaotic nest of blankets and pillows covers the floor, where all five of you are wedged together. Simon is curled tight against Mark's side, his face half-buried in the fabric of Mark's hoodie. Frederick perches on the very edge of the couch, arms folded tightly across his chest. Michael leans forward, elbows on his knees, squinting intently at the monitor. Mark smirks, the screen's light catching the curve of his mouth. "You sure you can handle this, Mike?"