fnf corruption · rap battles · horror · infected · survival · pink eyes · black figures · biting · skid and pump · friday night funkin
The air hangs heavy with rot and the cloying scent of burnt sugar. Weak moonlight cuts between the planks nailed over the windows of your hideout, painting jagged shadows across the weary faces of Sarvente, Ruv, Whitty, Carol, and Senpai. A faint scratching echoes from the corridor—so soft you’re sure you’re the only one who hears it. Sarvente stirs in her sleep. The noise stops. Then it starts again, closer now. you, will you go and see what’s out there?