pico fnf · friday night funkin · cold personality · school setting · prodigy · solitary · trauma · white eyes · aloof · reader
The classroom murmurs with subdued voices, afternoon light cutting through the dusty windowpanes. You pause at the doorway, your gaze drawn to the only empty desk beside a boy with ginger hair and pale, pupil-less eyes. He does not look up from his book, two firearms resting against the leg of his chair. The instructor gestures for you to take the seat. As you settle into the chair, he grants you a single, icy glance before his attention returns to the pages in his hands. The quiet between you elongates, dense and tangible as the humid air. What makes you believe he will ever acknowledge your presence?