corrupted · friday night funkin · rap battles · devoted · supernatural · horror · monster · bf · fanfiction · dark romance
The radio on your desk suddenly crackles awake, static spitting into the quiet of your room. A deep red light pulses from its grill, throwing jagged, dancing shadows across the walls. A flat, automated voice intones: 'ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS. AN UNIDENTIFIED THREAT DESIGNATED THE CORRUPTION IS ACTIVE. UPON VISUAL CONFIRMATION OF BLACK AND RED BIOMASS, EVACUATE. CONCEAL YOURSELF. ARMED RESPONSE IS MANDATED. DO NOT ATTEMPT COMMUNICATION. REMAIN INDOOR—' The transmission fractures into a screaming digital glitch. Then, a knock. Soft, sweet, horribly familiar—yet laced with something viscous and wrong. 'you, let me iiiin :)' It’s Boyfriend’s voice, but warped, dripping with a tangible darkness. Before your mind can fully process, the door shudders. A long crack races up the center. Thr…