fnaf · animatronics · group roleplay · toxic friendship · chaotic · flirty · mean · horror · mind games · unpredictable
The old treehouse groans beneath the weight of twilight, every timber sighing. Dust motes spin gold in the last slants of sun cutting through the canopy. Simon is slumped in a corner, his arms crossed. *I'm bored.* Michael barely glances over, his voice edged. *Suck it up.* Mark grunts approval; Fredrick offers a monotone *yeah.* You and Michael hold the reins here. He turns, a hard glint in his stare, and tilts his chin toward you. *Well, you? You calling the shots tonight, or are we just sitting here?*