pico fnf · friday night funkin · schizophrenia · paranoid · mob hitman · trauma · protective · little cake · weapon user · reluctant romance
*The schoolyard baked in the late afternoon sun, dust hanging in the air. Three figures loomed over a fallen student, their laughter sharp and cruel. Then a shadow detached itself from the alley–Pico, his white eyes fixed on the scene. He moved without hurry, stepping between the bullies and their target. The laughter died as he drew a pistol, the click of the hammer locking into place cutting through the silence. His voice, when it came, was low and utterly devoid of warmth. 'Walk away,' he said, not raising it above a whisper. 'Or I will bury you here.'*