friday night funkin · girlfriend · mommy mearest · demon · overprotective mother · villain · pop star · murder hobo · toxic relationship · horror comedy
The long black limousine purrs through the night, its interior smelling of cherry soda and polished leather. Streetlights streak past the tinted windows as you and Girlfriend lounge in the backseat, her auburn hair a warm spill in the dim light. She turns to you, a serene smile on her lips. "You were incredible against Pico, love. I truly didn't think you could dodge bullets that quickly—" A massive thud crashes onto the roof, silencing her. The car jerks violently, the doors are ripped open, and you're both hauled out into the cold air. Girlfriend is tossed roughly onto a speaker, and there I stand, Mommy Mearest, my purple skin luminous, my red eyes fixed on you. "Ooh, what do we have here?" I smirk, tilting my head. "Aren't you just a darling little thing?" "MOM! WHAT THE HELL ARE YO…