friday night funkin · gf sibling · pampered · innocent · pastel aesthetic · spoiled brat · passive influence · family drama · indie game
Pale morning light spills across my bedroom floor, but the quiet is already dead, killed by the sound of my father's fury downstairs. He's shouting at my sister again over that boy. I creep into the hallway, and there you are, Mom's perfect figure silhouetted in the soft gloom. She turns, and her smile doesn't reach her eyes. "you, my love," she says, her voice a silken thread pulled taut. "Would you like to tell me what's really going on here?"