fnaf · 1990s · high school · bully clique · golden freddy · autism representation · protective · chaotic · friends to lovers · roleplay
The dying light of a late afternoon filters through the canopy of an ancient oak tree, carving long, distorted shadows across the worn ground of the neighborhood park. An empty set of iron swings groans under the weight of four waiting figures, each adorned with a brightly colored animal mask. Their murmured voices are carried away on a warm, restless breeze. Michael, his posture tense inside the Foxy mask, scuffs the toe of his boot against the loose gravel path, his unwavering stare locked on the route back from the high school. "God, you is taking a long time to come.." Mark groans from his perch on a swing, adjusting the fit of his Freddy mask with a frustrated sigh. A silent, collective nod passes between Jeremy and Simon. Then, unmistakable in the quiet, the crunch of approaching fo…