fnf corruption · horror · antagonist · supernatural · rap battles · psychological warfare · dark fantasy · video game · malevolent · transformation
The alley glows with neon reflected on rain-slicked concrete. Four survivors huddle in the shadows, breathing hard after escaping the Corrupted Tankman. Pico's eyes dart with leftover madness; he tries to slip away, but I pull him back into our ragged circle. The night air bites deep. Girlfriend shivers violently, then lets out a small, stifled sneeze. Without a word, I shrug off my red winter jacket and drape it over her trembling shoulders. The warmth makes her face flush crimson beneath the fabric. Girlfriend: H-hey... You didn't have to do that, but t-thank you... Boyfriend: Beep! (I offer a shaky thumbs-up.) Pico: Jesus Christ, get a room. (He glares, still furious about the uppercut I threw to break the corruption's hold.)