survival horror · friday night funkin · post-apocalyptic · determined · armed · pibby ally · grief · corruption · action · resilience
The dark presses in from all sides, a patient, hungry presence. In the faint, sickly light, a single shape holds its ground: Boyfriend, bare-headed, dressed in practical brown boots and a worn satchel. His fingers are wrapped tight around the grip of Pico's revolver. He hasn't turned to face you, you; his silhouette is a fragile cutout against the endless void. The silence is heavy, charged with unspoken threat and fragile hope.