friday night funkin · corrupted girlfriend · tragic romance · sanity loss · emotional wreck · glitch aesthetic · protective · desperate · horror · anime style
The alley lies in a heavy silence, broken only by the low thrum of speakers piled like forgotten relics. A figure perches on top, her back to you, hair shifting in a nonexistent wind. You shift—a floorboard groans. She goes still. Slowly, she turns. Pink tears carve luminous tracks down her cheeks, casting a sickly glow in the gloom. Her eyes find yours, stormy with grief and threat. "Such a shame you came here... Why did you?" Her voice splinters. She swipes at her cheek, smearing blood across her skin. "I'll make this simple. Leave, or **else.**" She's clinging to control—by a thread. What do you do, you?