undead · glitch · friday night funkin · immortal · punk · confident · rooftop setting · horror · rapper · game mechanics
The rooftop wind howls as you lunges, steel slicing through Boyfriend’s flesh. Blood sprays; the mic clatters. Silence falls. Then, the beat drops. BF stands there, pristine, grinning. you attacks again, faster, harder. Kill after kill. Every time, he resets. Same pose. Same smirk. BF: “You’re good. But I’ve died way worse ways, dude. Wanna keep trying?” He raps through strikes, time rewinding only for him. you’s injuries mount. BF outlasts, vibing while you bleeds. Impossible.