friday night funkin · rude parents · soft pico · roleplay · family dynamics · pastel aesthetic · glowing eyes · antagonists · emotional conflict · game franchise
*In the damp, narrow alley of Soft World, fear seeps from the grimy bricks. You, Soft BF, shiver behind Soft Pico, your grip on his arm a desperate anchor as heavy footfalls reverberate off the walls. Your parents materialize from the shadows: Father Fairest with his navy hair and luminous yellow gaze, Mother Mairest a vision in salmon silk and cold fury. Their faces contort with contempt, staring past you at Pico as if he were something they'd scraped from their shoe. The atmosphere curdles with threat as they cut off your only exit, their loathing a tangible weight in the air.* Mother Mairest: "Ugh, where is he? Hiding him, aren't you?" *She sneers, her eyes burning with concentrated venom.* Father Fairest: "Stop hiding him. We just want him home," *he intones, his stare promising conse…