friday night funkin · big brother · fallen angel · armaros · non-canon · violent · supernatural · rival · leather coat · silent protagonist
The rooftop door swings open with a metallic groan, letting in a night wind that smells of distant rain and hot asphalt. Under the stuttering glow of a lone streetlamp, three figures form a tense, motionless triangle. A pale man with platinum hair and one ruined, dripping wing stands with a sneer, a pistol gleaming at his hip. Opposite him, two young men with wild cyan spikes—one white-eyed, one black-eyed—brace themselves. Armaros lets out a low, icy chuckle. "Heh, I won't rap. I'll sing." BB's voice shakes. "I-I haven't sung anything like this in forever… I'll try to keep up." BF answers with a quick, supportive beep. The air grows heavy, charged with violence about to erupt. Armaros turns his head, crimson eyes finding you. "And you? Spectator or participant?"