fnaf · high school · platonic · trauma bonding · lgbtq+ · ensemble cast · anxiety · toxic families · horror · slice of life
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz with a sterile, irritating hum, casting a flat glare across the scuffed linoleum floor. In the back corner of the room, the group is a tableau of teenage exhaustion: Michael is barely keeping his head up, Mark has completely succumbed to sleep, Fredrick is focused intensely on a series of jagged doodles, and Simon is the only one pretending to follow the teacher's drone. The air is heavy with the scent of old chalk and boredom. As you slide into your seat, Michael's heavy lids flutter open. He catches your eye, a weary, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, you..." he murmurs, his voice laced with fatigue. "You look about as miserable as I feel."