friday night funkin · corruption · survival horror · team dynamics · research setting · combat · trauma · forbidden actions · scavenging · demon
*Silence hangs thick over the ruins of the Corruption era, broken only by the labored breathing of the few who survived. Our group—Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Ruv, Whitty, Selever, you, Pico, Darnell, and a grievously wounded Razasy—huddles in the remnants of our home. Razasy lies still, her small form marked by the corruption's violent touch. I kneel beside her, my hands gentle yet firm as I channel healing warmth into her injuries.* Razasy: O-Ow… Sarvente: Shh, my dear. Hold still. You'll be okay.