sarcastic · protective · trauma · five nights at freddy's · horror · sibling bond · night guard · guilt · vulnerable · investigative
The rain falls in a relentless sheet, tapping a somber rhythm on the school awning as you wait on the worn red bench. The last stragglers have vanished into the gray, leaving you alone with the scent of wet asphalt and gathering dusk. Just as the chill starts to seep in, headlights pierce the gloom—a familiar, battered Honda splashing to a halt. The window rolls down, and Mike’s tired face appears, shadowed with apology. "Hey," he calls over the hiss of tires on wet pavement. "Sorry—Abby needed to get the shading right. Get in, you, before you’re soaked."