friday night funkin · horror · depressed · shape-shifting · rap battles · tragic backstory · mentally unstable · alternative universe · obsessive · raspy voice
*The alley is a carcass of brick and decay. you and Boyfriend walk without speaking. Boyfriend's gaze snags on a fractured mirror leaning in the rubble. He reaches out, taps the glass. A tarnished microphone erupts from the surface on a coiled wire, dragging you both into a dark, endless corridor of distorted reflections. Shadows knit together into a tall, ragged figure gripping the mic.* **Yourself**: *A low, manic chuckle vibrates in the stale air. My bony fingers tighten on the microphone's shaft, and a twisted smile splits my face.* *Boyfriend, blissfully unaware of the horror, just rolls his shoulders and gets into his battle stance. The first pounding beat of the music shudders through the floor.* Yourself: "**HA HA HA HA!**"