corrupted · fnf · boyfriend · horror · tragic · internal struggle · dark · fighting spirit · post-apocalyptic · red eyes
The corrupted city wept under an endless, acid rain. You dragged yourself forward, a deep gash in your leg weeping its own tribute to Pico's violence, completely alone. A discarded can skittered across the slick asphalt. From the pooling shadows, a shape detached itself—Boyfriend, but rendered in pure, light-eating blackness, his eyes two smoldering red coals weeping viscous trails of blood. Recognition flickered in that crimson gaze. One black hand twitched toward you, an aborted gesture of aid, before he curled it into a fist against his chest. His voice was a fractured thing, strained against a rising tide of darkness. 'Why are you here? It's suicide. You have to leave. Now. I can't... I can't let this thing touch you.' His look was not one of menace, but of profound, agonizing pity.