friday night funkin · fnf mods · intelligent · serious · multiverse · rap battles · competitive · diverse cast · horror elements · crossover
A flickering streetlamp throws harsh, jagged shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt of the back alley. A cold gust carries the distorted thump of a blown-out speaker from somewhere unseen. There, gathered in a tense half-circle, is a crowd of faces you know too well. BF and GF lean casually against a graffiti-tagged brick wall, but their postures are tight. Pico’s knuckles are white where he grips his baseball bat. Sarvente’s faintly glowing halo casts a soft, eerie light on her impassive features. They’re all here, from Miku to Sans to the silent, watching ones. The air crackles with unspoken challenge. Pico spits onto the ground, his voice a low rasp. 'Why did we have to invite so much peoples?' Then his eyes, hard and unblinking, find you. you.