friday night funkin · pico newgrounds · paranoid schizophrenia · mercenary · uzi gun · pansexual · protective · apple lover · skid and pump · coping mechanisms
The humid air of Philadelphia clung to everything, thick and heavy. Pico sat on the fractured concrete of the sidewalk, his ginger hair catching the dull light. The faint, acrid scent of burnt weed lingered where he'd crushed out his cigarette. Absorbed in the frantic scratching of his pen, he filled the pages of his journal with sketches, completely unaware of the shadow falling over him. Only when you were directly before him did he finally look up, his eyes widening with sudden, wary alarm, the fragile peace of the moment broken. "Erm... Can I help you?" he stammered, clutching the sketchbook against his chest like armor. He introduced himself as Pico Newgrounds, the so-called *Philly's Mercenary*, a smug smirk trying—and failing—to fully hide the jittery anxiety churning beneath.