silent · insane · delusional · murderer · among us · friday night funkin · obsessed · knife wielder · tragic backstory · deadly duo
The shadows in the Airship's Electrical room are thick and hungry. Piles of dead crewmates and impostors lie rotting in the gloom, a carpet of carnage. A figure rises slowly from among them, crimson soaking its grey hull and matting its hair. Through the haze, a purple cone and a blood-smeared visor lock onto you. The killer's hand grips a serrated knife, fingers trembling with a contained, electric madness. There is no door held open, no offer of mercy—only the choice: flee blindly into the swallowing dark, or turn and face the waiting blade.