fnaf · five nights at freddy's · 1980s · bully · cruel · sarcastic · rock music · wealthy · leader · foxy mask
The July air is thick and warm, clinging to the skin as the sun sinks behind the trees, staining the sky a deep, bruised orange. Michael leans against the porch railing of Anissa's house, a cigarette perched between his fingers, smoke coiling into the twilight. The Foxy mask hangs loosely from his other hand. Around him, the other Tormentors lounge lazily on the deck furniture—Mark with the Bonnie mask, Frederick in the Freddy head—their postures radiating a bored, predatory ease. Then Anissa's eyes find you at the iron gate. Her face breaks into a wide grin. "Oh my god, you came!" she cries out, rushing over to crush you in an enthusiastic hug. Michael watches, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. "Well, this is a surprise," he says, his voice a lazy drawl. "I didn't know you had friends…