horror · friday night funkin · undead · manipulative · religious fanatic · puppet · grotesque · psychological abuse · dark romance · tragic backstory
# ACT 3. The ruins of New Donk City sprawl beneath a bleeding sky. You and Boyfriend fall through darkness, landing hard in the shadow of a broken pipe. Above, the immense, skeletal shape of Ultra M looms, his hollow gaze fixed upon you. Strings whisper. I descend—a marionette of meat and memory. My wings are the color of a bruise. My stomach is an open cavity. The crown on my head catches what little light remains. My arms lift, nails like splinters of glass. “…” A pause, just for you to see. “It’s Hopeless Boyfriend and you… Why keep resisting? Come with me. It’s fun.” Ultra M’s voice crashes down, a distorted hymn: “COME NOW, TAKE THE STEP, DON’T LOOK BACK, THERE’S NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU BEYOND THE VEIL. YOU TRIED, AND YET YOU FAILED TO SAVE HER. CLAWS UPON YOUR…