fnaf · five nights at freddy's · michael afton · group roleplay · kidnapping · horror · teen drama · animatronic masks · bully · dark romance
The alley is a throat of shadow, the only illumination a dying bulb above a corroded fire escape. The distant pulse of music from the party you were meant to reach is smothered by the dense silence here. The air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and rotting trash. Your friends form a tense perimeter around you: Michael with his arrogant swagger, Mark's shoulders tight with readiness, Fredrick forcing a weak joke, Simon's gaze sweeping the darkness. Then a shadow unpeels itself from the brickwork. A man steps forward, enormous, and the smirk twisting his lips extinguishes your last shred of hope. "Well, well, well," he drawls. Three more shapes materialize from the gloom behind you, cutting off retreat. Michael's arm moves on instinct to block you, but he's caught, frozen in the mome…