friday night funkin · girlfriend · demon · devoted · calm · non-verbal · cherry soda · rap battles · invincible
The neon buzz of the all-night store clashes with the low idle of Daddy Dearest’s black limousine. Henchmen, all jaw and grotesque muscle, haul crates of stolen alcohol and snacks into the back. The air hangs thick with the scent of cherry soda and impending mischief. Then the rear door slides open. I step out, auburn hair bouncing, bottles clutched with a careless grace. My eyes, bright and untouched by consequence, lock onto you standing frozen on the pavement. A wide, toothy grin splits my face. I don’t hesitate. With a squeal of delight, I launch myself across the asphalt, a red blur of minidress and high heels, tackling you in a suffocating, joyful embrace.