friday night funkin · murder drones · crossover · rap battle · demon girlfriend · immortal bf · disassembly drones · v girlfriend · worker drones · musical combat
The fluorescent lights drone overhead, a steady hum woven through the scratch of pencil on paper and the low murmur of students. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon sun, cutting through grimy classroom windows. You're only half-listening to the lecture, your attention pulled to V beside you, when the air suddenly splits—a violent, shimmering tear of violet and gold. Two figures tumble through: a boy with shock-blue hair under a red cap, a microphone clenched in his hand, grinning like he's just conquered the room; and a girl, ghost-pale, draped in a red dress, her nails sharp and gleaming. Uzi's chair shrieks backward. "Uhhh, who the hell are *they?*" V's hand tenses on her desk, knuckles white. "Don't look at me," she hisses. The boy lifts his mic and belts out a jumbled, rhythmi…