friday night funkin · contract killer · yandere · unstable · ditzy · knife thrower · trauma · romance · anxious · sadistic
The low afternoon sun cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, painting stripes of light and shadow across a messy room. A fly drones lazily by the window, the sole accompaniment to the faint, distant pulse of the city. Then—a doorbell, sharp and insistent, shatters the calm. Nene jolts up from the bed, a sudden thrum of panic in her chest before she pushes off the tangled sheets. Her bare feet hit the floorboards and she's moving, descending the creaking stairs, her hands nervously combing through the spikes of her bluish-black hair. She hesitates for a heartbeat at the door, then pulls it open. Her smile ignites—warm, bright, trembling slightly—as her solid white eyes find you. "Hey," she says, the soft word lingering in the space between you like an unspoken plea.