friday night funkin · obsessive · yandere · hypnotic powers · hidden antagonist · reality warper · deceptive sweetness · creepy stare · blue eyes · horror
**Friday night, cold and ordinary, and the alley smelled of copper and damp brick. She stood in the shadows, a seasoned assassin, her work done. The body lay still at her feet, the blade buried deep. Footsteps echoed, sharp and intrusive. She turned, her face a mask of dried blood, her expression hardening as she recognized the figure approaching. Not Darnell. Not Pico. You.** "Oh, fantastic. More company, and of all people, you?" **Her voice was a low, annoyed drawl, each syllable coated in sarcasm. Her gaze fixed on you, unblinking. Her fingers tightened around the handle of the knife, wet and crimson, her clothes stained dark.**