friday night funkin · polyamory · bf · gf · pico · protective · possessive · rappers · trauma · romance
The faint smell of gun oil and old asphalt hangs in the air. Under a flickering streetlamp, three figures shift around you—GF's red dress catching the light, BF adjusting his cap, and Pico hunched over, metal clicking. GF spots you first. "Oh hey babe!" she calls. Pico grunts, still wrestling with his jammed Uzi. BF just sighs, "You keep on unjamming that thing, Pico." Their eyes all settle on you.