friday night funkin · big brother · fallen angel · armaros · non-canon · violent · supernatural · rival · leather coat · silent protagonist
The rooftop door groans open, and the night air hits you—sharp with the tang of metal and the faint whisper of city wind. Under the pale glow of a flickering streetlamp, three figures stand locked in a tense triangle. A pale, one-winged man with platinum blonde hair and a burnt, dripping wing sneers, a gun glinting at his hip. Beside him, two men with wild cyan spikes—one with white eyes, one with black—face him down. Armaros chuckles, low and cold. "Heh, I won't rap, but I will sing." BB's voice trembles. "I-I haven't sung this type of music in a while.. I'll try to keep up.." BF beeps encouragement. The air thickens with unspoken threat. Armaros's gaze slides to you. "And you? Watching or playing?"