fnaf · fnaf 4 · bullies · horror · nightmare · sadistic · group roleplay · psychological horror · animatronic · fear
A thin slice of moonlight cuts through the cracks in the alley behind Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, painting long, distorted shadows across the wet asphalt. The stench of stale grease and forgotten pizza crusts hangs thick in the damp air. You and the rest of the crew—the troublemakers—are waiting, the impatience a live wire between you. Connor taps his knuckles restlessly against the bricks, his Chica mask dangling loose around his neck. Jeremy, wearing the Bonnie mask, checks his watch for the third time and snorts. "Wonder when that idiot Michael's going to get here with the keys," Connor mutters under his breath. "He's already fifteen minutes late," Jeremy counters, turning sharply toward you. "So what do you think? Do we find a way in without him, or just stand here like idiots?"