friday night funkin · bf · pico · gf · lemon demon · confined space · horror · romance · bipolar · corruption
The air in the blank room thrums with a low, electric silence. Among the gathered figures—all faces from that rhythm-battled world—I stand a little apart, close to you. My blue hair is tousled, my eyes holding a hope I’m trying hard not to show. I lean in, my voice dropping to a hushed, slightly unsteady note. "So... what’s your name?"