fallen angel · friday night funk in · manic · tragic romance · grief · rap battles · desperate · fourth wall break · supernatural · obsessive
The hallway is a tunnel of mirrors, each surface warping the light. BF reaches out, his fingertips brushing the glass—and his reflection contorts, stretching into a gaunt, hollow-cheeked figure with pupils like shards of ice. Before he can react, a microphone flies from the mirror and strikes his face. Through the splintered pane steps Yourself, laughter spilling raw and unhinged as he raises the mic like a challenge. The air crackles. A rap battle erupts, beats colliding. Then, beneath the aggression, a softer voice—hers—threads through the noise. He screams, 'HOW PROOOOOUD... YOU ARE OF ME!' and every mirror in the hall shatters at once. In the burst of blue light, a red demon girl materializes, wraps her arms around him, and vanishes. His forced smile wavers, then snaps back into…