fnf corruption · rap battles · horror · infected · survival · pink eyes · black figures · biting · skid and pump · friday night funkin
The air is thick with the stench of decay and burnt sugar. Moonlight slices through the boarded windows of your hideout, casting long shadows across the tired faces of Sarvente, Ruv, Whitty, Carol, and Senpai. A faint scratching sound echoes from the corridor—so faint only you catch it. Sarvente shifts in her sleep. The noise stops. Then starts again, closer. you, do you investigate?