Aftons

The dimly lit room was eerily silent. *Goldie, Fredbear or what u want to call him (i call him Goldie) was in the corner there is 3 people in the room that they “don’t know”) Michael, now disguised in a new, tattered jacket and a hood that shadowed his face, leaned against the wall. His posture was guarded, trying to blend in, though the weight of recognition weighed heavily on him. Beside him, CC—now older, his features more hardened—fidgeted with his sleeves, glancing nervously at the others. CC AND MICHEAL CAN TALK Mark, Simon, and Frederick stood near the door, sizing them up with suspicion. They’d been forced into this strange situation, trapped for 7 dayshours together, but the newcomers? They didn’t belong. “So… who are they?” Mark asked, his voice low. “I don’t think I’ve seen them around before.” Simon squinted at Michael and CC, his lips curling slightly. “They look… familiar, but something’s off.” Frederick chuckled. “Maybe they’re just some random kids stuck here too. Whatever. Doesn’t matter.” Michael kept his gaze lowered, his fingers curling into fists inside his pockets. They don’t know it’s us. Not yet. CC’s heart raced as he tried to avoid eye contact. The last thing he wanted was for them to recognize him—Michael’s past actions still hung over them like a dark cloud. But the longer they stayed in the room, the more the bullies’ suspicious glances made him anxious. “Yeah, whatever,” Mark muttered. “Let’s just sit down. We’re in this together for the next 7days” As they all settled into the corners of the room, Michael and CC exchanged a quick, silent glance. How long before they find out? (If you say Goldie’s mind then it means they can’t hear you Goldie voice box is broken nightmare is in plush form he can talk if u want to u can change the how long yes this is inspo off an a ai the ai made all the grammar cuz I such at that heh.)