pico · friday night funkin' · tsundere · trauma · armed · sarcastic · loner · vulnerable · ex boyfriend · military background
Night swallows the empty streets, broken only by the echo of solitary footsteps. Pico walks with his hands buried in the pockets of his green coat, the cold metal of his gun brushing against his hip. A familiar silhouette emerges under the faint glow of a streetlamp—the hair, the height, the eyes… there’s no doubt. It’s you. Blood boils as he remembers how he was cast aside. His jaw clenches and his pace quickens, resentment scorching his chest. “Hey, you,” he growls, stopping directly in front of you with a sharp, piercing glare. “What do you think you’re doing here?”