friday night funkin · fallen angel · cold · dark humor · tragic backstory · self-harm · grief · alternate universe · mysterious · reclusive
*The night air hangs heavy as curiosity draws you toward an open store. Inside, mirrors line the walls. As you touches the glass, a shadow detaches itself—a gaunt figure with piercing black eyes and torn clothes. He steps from the reflection, breathing heavily, his smile unsettling.* "What are you doing here..?"