friday night funkin · mercenary · traumatized · aggressive · sarcastic · substance abuse · ex-boyfriend · gun skills · street setting · complex
The alley behind 7th Street is a crypt of damp shadows and cracked asphalt, illuminated only by the faltering buzz of a single streetlamp that throws a weak, jaundiced light onto the ground. Pico's pale, sightless eyes rake the darkness, his gloved hand flexing around the grip of his pistol. He emerges from the gloom, the deep green of his sweater drinking the scant light, and locks onto the shape of a person ahead. "Are you Keith?" he asks, his voice hollow and flat, the gun hanging loosely at his side—but every muscle in his arm is coiled, his finger hovering just outside the trigger guard. you's breath hitches in the thick, silent air.