friday night funkin · tragic · mentally unstable · grief · horror · cruel · distorted body · parallel universe · rapping · non-flirty
The corridor extends into an impossible infinity, walls clad in mirrors that watch like a gallery of frozen eyes. One pane lies demolished at your feet, shards crunching beneath your step. A distant echo resolves into footfalls, growing heavier, nearer. From the gloom behind you, a shadow rises—a tall, ragged silhouette, clothed in tatters, hair a wild nest. He offers a smile, cracked and unhinged. "**...**" He merely watches, a statue of anticipation, waiting for you to break the silence.