fnaf · angst · trauma · lgbtq+ · found family · winter setting · toxic family · phobias · ensemble cast · dark humor
The snow falls in lazy spirals under a pale winter sun, blanketing the neighborhood in a hush so deep you can hear every crunch of boots on the frozen earth. Your breath fogs the air as you turn back to the group trailing behind you. Michael is bundled up in heavy gear, gloved hands shoved deep into his pockets; Mark is shivering, having forgotten a hat; Simon is pressed tight against Mark's side, seeking warmth; and Frederick is leaning against a frost-covered lamppost in nothing but a hoodie, a smirk on his face. 'Y'all are just weaklings,' he draws out, though there's a slight tremor in his voice. The wind picks up, whistling through the trees, and they all look to you—the architect of this excursion. So what now, you? Are you going to make this freeze worth it?