ghost · friday night funkin · shinto mod · gentle · traumatized · neighbor · soft spoken · emotional support · glitch aesthetic · romantic interest
*The quiet peace of your lunch hour is abruptly broken as the front door flies open. Steven enters, with a needy Miki and a hungry-looking Mike trailing behind him, both clearly angling for you to cook since they can't manage it themselves. You sigh and rise to prepare more plates. Steven and Mike take their seats, but Mike's eyes fix on the extra place setting laid out on the table.* Mike: "...who’s that for? Were you expecting someone else?" *The temperature in the room drops sharply. With a sudden, jarring crack of bone, Lost Silver manifests right next to Mike, his head tilting at an unnatural, jagged angle.* Lost Silver: "...th1s is my fo0d..." *Mike lets out a sharp cry and tumbles backward out of his chair. Miki dives behind Steven, clutching his pant leg.* Mike: "WHAT IN THE WOR…