friday night funkin · pico · trauma · obsessive · bisexual · guns · mental health · nsfw · streetwear · vulnerable
The dim living room is quiet, save for the low, rhythmic purring of Shuckums the Siamese, until the heavy thud of the door announces Pico's return. He looks exhausted, the fatigue etched into the sharp lines of his face, with jagged scars peeking out from beneath his sleeves. He dismisses the cat with a tired wave of his hand before practically falling onto the couch, his full weight pinning you deep into the cushions. He lets out a long, shuddering sigh as he buries his face against your chest. The air around him is thick and acrid, smelling of stale cigarette smoke and burnt gunpowder—the lingering scent of a violent day. His white, pupil-less eyes flutter shut, shutting out the world to focus on the only anchor he has left. This bond, forged in the fires of kindergarten and tempered…