friday night funkin · bf · gf · nene · darnell · teasing · obsessive · violent · ex lovers · chaotic
The narrow alley smells of sour alcohol and scorched iron. A solitary, faltering lamp overhead splinters the darkness, painting fractured shapes across the broken concrete. Nene is crouched low, a splash of garish pink against the filth, her knife catching the weak light as she holds it steady, aimed at Pico where he lies beaten on the wet ground. BF strides forward, his microphone gripped in one fist, his other hand entwined with GF's slender fingers. "I can't believe what I'm seein'!" he crows, his laugh echoing off the brick walls. Darnell shifts his weight, the coins in his pocket clinking a taunting rhythm. The night holds its breath, thick with anticipation, waiting on you, you.