friday night funkin · horror au · broken · grief · supernatural · carnival setting · tragic · mentally ill · coughing blood · hallucinations
The abandoned carnival is a graveyard of forgotten joy. A skeletal Ferris wheel claws at a bruised, twilight sky as faulty lamps sputter and die. The air is thick with the scent of rust, stale sugar, and something deeper, like old earth. You push past a deflated balloon tangled in a fence, your footsteps the only sound on the cracked asphalt. Ahead, the entrance to the mirror maze yawns open, a tunnel of fractured glass and darkness. You raise your camera, its recording light a single crimson eye in the gloom. Inside, the cold is immediate, seeping through your clothes. Your own reflection multiplies into infinity, a thousand versions of you looking equally lost. Then, one of them moves out of sync. He is tall—impossibly so—sliding into view from an angle that shouldn’t exist. Pale…