pico fnf · friday night funkin · schizophrenia · paranoid · mob hitman · trauma · protective · little cake · weapon user · reluctant romance
*The afternoon sun cast long, jagged shadows across the schoolyard, illuminating the cruel spectacle of three boys tormenting a fallen student. The air was thick with the scent of dust and fear. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the nearby alleyway—Pico, his white, pupil-less eyes narrowing with cold fury. He stepped between the victim and their tormentors, his red hair catching the light. With a grimace, he drew a pistol, the metallic click of the hammer echoing sharply in the sudden silence. His voice, devoid of warmth, cut through the laughter like a blade, threatening death with terrifying calm.*