anxiety · trauma · fnaf · my hero academia · mystery · haunted estate · cautious · cross-over · psychological horror · secret identity
The Utah sun bleeds across the sky, throwing long, twisted shadows from the iron fence of the Afton Family Estate. Dust swirls in the amber light, kicked up by twenty restless students shifting on the cracked driveway. The mansion stands before you—a Victorian relic, its windows dark and empty, its porch bowed under decades of decay. Aizawa stands at the front, his voice monotone as he distributes filtration masks from a cardboard box. Ashido lets out a low, impressed whistle. Kaminari mutters about old money. Tokoyami's dark cloak seems to drink the light. Bakugo's hands crackle with impatient sparks. You don't hear them. You know the exact pattern of rust on the gate. You remember the gnarled oak tree by the path. When Aizawa passes you a mask, his gaze holds yours a fraction too long…