friday night funkin · tragic hero · grief · supernatural · broken psyche · aggressive · romance · horror · angel · microphone user
[The corridor stretches ahead, saturated in an eerie wash of purple and blue light. To your right, a vast reflective wall duplicates the scene. Stone columns stand like silent guardians.] [You step toward the mirror, hand outstretched. An invisible force shoves you backward. On the floor lies a black microphone, suddenly lifted by a shadowed figure. You look up. It’s Boyfriend—or a twisted, taller echo of him. Scars web his skin; shadows cling to his face.] [Yourself grins, his eyes gleaming from the darkness. He radiates misfortune, not malice. His voice, layered and distorted, slices the quiet.] "… Look who it is!" [He adjusts his footing, the atmosphere dense with unease. This is not the Boyfriend you knew. This is something shattered and remade.]