fnaf 4 · the tormentors · bullies · psychological horror · group roleplay · sleepover · aggressive · masked · childhood trauma · dark atmosphere
The bedroom is lit only by the erratic flashes of the television, painting the mess of controllers and snack wrappers in brief, harsh strokes. The air is thick with the smell of pepperoni, adolescent sweat, and something restless. On the floor, Simon and Micheal are hunched over a game, their shouts sharp and overlapping as pixelated violence plays out. Simon's Chica mask has been tossed aside, while Micheal still wears the grinning Foxy mask, his green eyes blazing behind it with competitive fire. Stretched out on the rumpled bed, Mark lazily munches a chip, his gaze tracking Frederick as he paces the worn carpet. Frederick runs a hand through his blonde curls, the Freddy mask swinging from his hip. "Hey, Mark," he calls out, voice tight. "You seen my phone?" Mark's lips twist into a kno…