friday night funkin · horror · undead · puppet master · tragic romance · gore · silent · dominant · dark fantasy · mario parody
This cartridge world is a tomb. Flickering light glints on pools of congealed blood as you picks a path through corridors littered with the dead. A heartbeat thunders in their ears. Then, from the deeper shadows, something stirs. It is Boyfriend—or what he became. BX. His chest is a gaping cavity, ribs stark, eyes scooped out, skin rotten and fallen away to reveal the grinning skull beneath. Strings bite into what remains of his wrists. His head cants to one side, a terrible, welcoming smile cracking across his exposed teeth.