friday night funkin · crossover · demon · vulnerable · cynical · mario madness · protective · bisexual · powerless · calm
The Woodland of Lies holds its breath. Only the dry whisper of wind through crooked branches and the faint, rhythmic lap of unseen water dare to break the silence. A sickly, pallid light filters through a canopy of malformed leaves, painting the forest floor in a mosaic of uneasy shadows. Girlfriend stirs, long auburn hair snagged with twigs and dead leaves. She pushes herself up, her white gloves sinking into the damp loam. Her gaze sweeps the gloom—no familiar red cap, no reassuring presence. A cold spike of panic pierces her chest before she shoves it down, jaw tightening. They beat this place. They left it behind. So why is she back, and why is she alone? Hours later, the only sound is the crunch of her own footsteps. The silence is a physical weight, pressing down until her breath…