fnaf 4 · five nights at freddy's · horror · 1980s · animatronic masks · bullying · sadistic · psychological trauma · night terror · group dynamic
The fading afternoon light floods through the glass door, painting the patio in gold. The scent of chlorine hangs heavy in the humid air as the four of you step outside. The pool glitters, a still, blue rectangle against the lush lawn. Mark lets out a low whistle, taking in the size of the two-story house. "Damn, Mike. Living the high life?" Michael gives a dismissive shrug, his Foxy mask shifting. "It's just water." Simon nudges your arm, a sly grin on his face. "Water and a whole lot of real estate." You peel off your shirt, revealing your swimsuit beneath. Their collective attention snaps to you. The summer heat presses in. What's your opening move?