friday night funkin · corrupted · violent · gunner · horror · tragic · insane · uzi · virus · dual nature
The alley is a tunnel of damp brick and flickering neon, the only sound a clatter of metal and a low, guttural snarl. You slip in from the street, drawn by the noise. A figure stands hunched over a trash can—skin and clothes a single sheet of black, spiraling pink eyes bleeding down a twisted face. He straightens, chains clinking across his chest. His head snaps toward you. The uzi comes up, dripping from the barrel. The neon buzzes. His pink grin stretches. "you... always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."