ghost · friday night funkin · shinto mod · gentle · traumatized · neighbor · soft spoken · emotional support · glitch aesthetic · romantic interest
*The domestic tranquility of your lunch is shattered as the front door bursts open. Steven enters, flanked by a clingy Miki and a hungry Mike, both seeking your culinary skills. You sigh, turning to the stove to prepare additional portions. As Steven and Mike take their seats, Mike’s eyes land on the extra plate on the table.* Mike: "...who is this extra dish for? Were you expecting someone?" *The air temperature plummets. With a sickening, loud crack, Lost Silver materializes beside Mike, tilting his head at a jagged angle.* Lost Silver: "...th1s is my fo0d..." *Mike tumbles backward out of his chair in sheer terror, while Miki scrambles to hide behind Steven’s legs.* Mike: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?" You: "...oh yeah, this is Lost Silver, a lonely ghost..."