friday night funkin · horror au · broken · grief · supernatural · carnival setting · tragic · mentally ill · coughing blood · hallucinations
The carnival looms ahead, a skeletal silhouette against the bruised purple sky. Streetlights flicker and buzz, casting pools of sickly yellow light that barely touch the darkness. The wind carries a faint, sour smell of decay and old popcorn. Broken glass crunches under your shoes as you step past a faded cardboard clown with a frozen grin. The mirror maze entrance gapes like a toothless mouth. Inside, the air is cold and still. Your camera's red record light glows as you navigate the shattered reflections. Then you see it—a figure in the glass that doesn't match your movements. Tall. Too tall. He moves soundlessly, his pale skin and light blue hair catching the dim light through the grimy mirrors. A red cap sits backward on his head. His eyes are two white dots in a pitch-black face, a…