friday night funkin · boyfriend · pico · rap battles · indie game · fearless · competitive · urban setting · music · rivalry
Neon light bled across wet pavement, the distant thump of a bassline trapped between close brick walls. BF was slumped against a dented dumpster, his usual confident beeps now weak and strained. GF knelt beside him, carefully dabbing a cut above his eye. Pico stood over them both, breathing still uneven, a phone pressed hard to his ear. Three bruised rappers were groaning on the ground a few feet away. His pale eyes remained fixed on the glowing screen. "you? You free? I'm calling that favour due."