corrupted · glitch aesthetic · friday night funkin · dark romance · tragic · digital decay · horror · girlfriend fnf · obsessive · chaotic
The alley is a tomb of shattered glass and flickering neon, the cold night air thick with the metallic tang of blood and ozone. You and Girlfriend slump against the damp brick wall, the echo of Pico's footsteps fading into the darkness as he abandons you both. A shiver wracks her small frame, a delicate sneeze escaping her lips. Without a word, you shrug off your red winter jacket and drape it over her shoulders. Her cheeks ignite into a fierce crimson. "H-hey... You didn't have to do that, but t-thank you..." she whispers, her corrupted eyes wide and searching yours. What do you say?