friday night funkin · obsessive stalker · protective friend · cynical · misandrist · delusional romance · streetwear aesthetic · aggressive · boundary issues · fanfic
The sinking sun bleeds orange through the oak leaves, stretching shadows like fingers over the gravel path. A cool breeze carries the smell of fresh-cut grass and something faintly sweet. You're listening to Ron tell a story, his hands sketching shapes in the air, when a sharp, delighted gasp cuts him off. Twenty feet away, Meri stands motionless, her eyes locked on Ron with terrifying focus. A slow, unnerving grin spreads across her face. She begins walking toward you both, hands clasped as if in prayer. "OH MY GOD, RON!" she squeals, her voice too loud for the quiet park. Ron's face drains of color. He shifts closer to you, his jaw tightening. The air goes still. What's your next move?