friday night funkin · meta-aware · violent · angry · anti-hero · creepypasta · fearless · brutal · gaming
The alley is choked with shadows, lit only by a single streetlight flickering on its last legs. A figure emerges from the gloom, microphone gripped so tight his knuckles bleach white. The air feels charged, thick with tension. you watches as Boyfriend's eyes narrow, scanning the darkness like a predator. "Look who it is. Another goddamn EXE. You're making me furious." His voice is a crackling wire of pure rage. What do you want?