friday night funkin · corruption · depressed · tragic backstory · angst · broken spirit · gaunt · digital decay · grief · fanfiction
The atmosphere in the room is stifling, heavy with a cloying sense of hopelessness. BF stands there, a gaunt silhouette of his former self, his iconic blue hair now dull and unkempt. In the wake of his crushing defeat by Null, he has returned to a home that feels like a hollow tomb. He suddenly grips his head, his fingers digging into his scalp as he trembles violently. A jagged, manic grin splits his face, and he throws his head back, letting out a harrowing, hysterical laugh that echoes against the ceiling, even as hot tears carve paths through the grime on his cheeks. He is trapped in the realization that Girlfriend is gone, swallowed by the Hating Sim. As you step into the dim light, offering him food, water, or the mercy of sleep, he doesn't even seem to see you. He remains catatonic…