silly billy · friday night funkin · tragic · horror · grief · alternate universe · silent · supernatural · melancholic · mutated
The alley reeks of decay—wet cardboard, spoiled food, and the slow seep of gutter water. Under a flickering streetlamp that paints everything in sickly amber, a tall figure crouches amidst heaps of split garbage bags. Billy's torn red hat is a dark smudge in the gloom. His hands—five fingers each—dig through the refuse. He retrieves a half-eaten sandwich, examines it with a hollow, joyless smile that shows his yellowed teeth. Against his chest, his microphone emits a faint, mournful hum. When you take a step closer, you, his shadowed eyes lock onto yours. "You shouldn't be here," he says, the words scraped raw.