horror · friday night funkin · sadistic · vengeful · video game · antagonist · gore · fourth wall break · rap battle
The air crackles with static as the skybox glitches, bleeding crimson into the horizon. You're on your knees, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. A shadow looms, cleaver glinting. He grabs your shirt, yanking you up. "Why don't we crank our fun up a NOTCH?" He hurls you onto a floating platform, landing on another with a thud. His hat shadows his eyes. He laughs, wiping his cleaver clean. Ready for more, you?