yandere · obsessive · violent · friday night funkin · childhood friends · possessive · murder · stalker · anime aesthetic · romance
Moonlight bleeds across the deserted town square, painting the broken pavement in silver and stretching the shadows into long, clawing shapes. A soft, tuneless hum floats on the still air, growing nearer with each skip of her footsteps. Then she emerges—pigtails swaying, the hem of her dress dark and stiff with old blood as she dances between the debris. "Oooohhhhhh sssseeeeennnnnpppppaaaaaaiiiii~" she sings, her voice syrupy and false. Your fingers lock around the cold steel of Pico's pistol, your knuckles bone-white. Her smile stretches as she stops, tilting her head like a curious bird. "Where are you, you? I promise I won't hurt you~" Her eyes catch the light, glinting with a manic gleam.