#fnf and item are two close calls

[hyunebear]

my top 3 rn are: collision, get lit, & hall of fame

#adri.fav #skz's #5-star #fnf and item are two close calls #no honestly this whole album is a no-skip like what they've put out since #i have so many favorite parts in each song that just tickles my brain in a very unique and distinct way #first of all. the TRUMPETS in collision han jisung u are fucking insane i need to kiss his brain and him on the mouth #also ever since the unveil for get lit i have never stopped obsessing w that bass drop i can't wait to own big ass speakers #so i can get mad w that track #hyunjin's SWERVE SWERVE part i HATE him #hall of fame. what more can i say the chorus sold me immediately #but the entire concept of it is just so genius and the fact that it's the intro?????? we love her i love her #so many lines and parts in that song are my favorite bc why is felix singing “Shaking the industry Quaking reality” #is the exact representation of what they've been doing now. #now we're gonna talk abt s-class. jisung's verse. the dance break. i have more. i needed a few days to recover from that and #it's actually the perfect tt for this cb #item. it's a song where no other group can recreate or do. period. #THE BINSUNG PART?????????? pussy part thank u i lost my shit entirely #superbowl. no i'm not gonna talk abt this song. NEXT #topline has met and exceeded all my expectations it's incredible. they way they talked abt multiple kinds of lines and #incorporating it into the song????????? god their lyricism is always on point #i had to like go back to see where was tiger jk in that song bc the transition from him to jisung was so smooth they sounded like one perso #dlc. changbin i love u #this song makes me wanna just be gay and do crimes. literally #fnf i love her so much she's a blessing #reading the lyrics to this was so bittersweet and like i watched the intro and having multiple interpretations to it #makes it even more heartbreaking #the bit towards the end w minho singing is sososososo beautiful #youtiful. my skz.................... she's such a pretty and healing song and so straightforward and sincere #nah it's no big deal i definitely did not cry over her like a baby

[lullabyes22-blog]

I'm curious to know, was Nandi aware that Sevika had an interest in Silco, how did she feel about it?

(Also very excited to see what angst and shenanigans past IV will bring :D)

Thank youuuu<3

I'm excited to share Act IV as it's full of craziness, fighting, politics and the first inklings of the 'magic system' FnF will be operating under :D

And yes! Nandi was very aware of Sevika's little crush...

Tw: troubling dynamics, sibling rivalry, poverty-related trauma, lack of privacy, death.

(I have so much to say about this trio...)

In FnF, Nandi is Sevika's closest family and the only stable maternal figure in her life. She's practically raised her, and the two are very close, to the point that they will sometimes swap clothes (In FnF, Sevika's red shawl actually belonged to Nandi c:)

They are also extremely different, equally strong-minded women - who fight like alleyside cats.

Nandi is more the 'old-school' generation who grew up before the Undercity's communities became so fragmented. A bit like Vander, she's the nose-to-the-grindstone, keep-the-peace type, whereas Sevika is directly confrontational and used to fighting for what she wants, since she's grown up knowing nothing else. There's plenty of friction between them, as Nandi opts to buy more into respectability-politics, while Sevika increasingly finds herself agreeing with Silco's approach of a violent overthrow and armed resistance.

All of which makes Nandi deeply uneasy.

Given Sevika is only 17 at the time Nandi becomes involved with Silco, she figures her sister will outgrow her initial fancy. And to an extent it seems to work: once Silco and Nandi become an item, she gets pretty territorial because suddenly he's gone from hot revolutionary to annoying interloper who keeps dropping by for dinner, leaving a mess of dishes in the sink, and monopolizing her sister's time.

But she never really outgrows her interest. If anything, she begins acting like she has proprietorship of Silco by proxy: sticking close to him during rallies, getting snappish with any stranger who gets too chummy with him, and generally acting like his bodyguard (hello foreshadowing...). By the time she's hit twenty-two, she's full-on playing an aggravating game where she eavesdrops through the door while he and Nandi are having sex, then barges in at the very worst moment.

Each time, Nandi will give her an earful. Sevika will shrug it off - then repeat the transgression the next week.

On Silco's part, I keep it very vague re: his awareness of Sevika's interest. He's never out-and-out encouraging of her attentions, but it should be noted that he never rebukes her or draws boundaries either (something Nandi actually calls him out on.)

He's got his own baggage re: physical space (grew up with no privacy at his parents' home, at the orphanage, in the mines, in the dorms). He doesn't fully grasp that such tight quarters in one's twenties can lead to all sorts of unfortunate consequences unless clear-cut lines are drawn.

(Something that plays out again when he meets Jinx and just FAILS on every level to assert boundaries, because wtf are those things?)

There's an almost icky sense of claustrophobia I'm hoping to get across in their dynamic (Act IV's flashback has a scene where Silco and Nandi are having sex, and there's zilch privacy between them, their neighbors, and Sevika, who, it should be noted, shares that bed with her sister when Silco isn't screwing her on it...)

Nandi does her best to be firm with Sevika. But broke as they are, there's no chance of Sevika moving out into her own place. And, with Silco being an utter commitment-phobe, it seems unlikely he'll marry Nandi and ask her to move in with him (plus, his place is even tinier than hers.) All of it definitely wears on her nerves, compounded by the violence they're facing in the streets, and her concerns for Silco's and Sevika's safety.

In the end, they're all stuck in circumstances beyond their control, with no hope of upward mobility or improved living conditions. All of which plays into Sevika 'taking' whatever belongs to her sister because she's grown up with a scarcity mindset and never had enough to fill her (literal and metaphoric) belly.

Present-day Sevika feels a deep measure of guilt about it. But one does not become a greedy, greedy dragon without having a taste for stolen goods...

#asks #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane sevika #sevika #silco x sevika #sevilco #nandi

[unknownzapy]

Heya I'm new here and I'm very nervous but I really like your writing and I'm hoping I'm not bothering but,,,

If you don't mind, could you give me a matchup with yandere fnf, creepypasta, or eddsworld? Any gender is alright,,,

I'm a 5"8 enby and chubby with dyed pink hair, an infj, libra, and LOVE anything valentines related or pink (not to mention I often collect plushies). I'm into a lot of stuff like tabletop rpgs, theme park rides/history, and horror related things. My favorite artists at the moment are Mitski, Lemon Demon, and Tally Hall! I'm also a theatre kid, so I tend to listen to and sing songs from musicals I enjoy. I don't sing often, mostly for myself.

I draw almost constantly as an outlet and listen to music a lot, and I try to be as kind to others as I can even if they're not kind to me. I'm more often than not the mom friend despite how sensitive I tend to be, and I tend to be a really big people pleaser due to stuff I've been through in the past. I have a difficult time saying no or asking for help, making it unfortunately easy to walk all over me.

Hope this isn't too confusing or convoluted to read, have a nice day/afternoon/night!!! ^-^

Author’s Note: Of course you’re not bothering me! And don’t worry, you wrote all this wonderfully✨. I hope Its all right that I did one fandom, new friend 👍🏼.

For Friday Night Funkin, Your Yandere Matchup Is…Servente!

I believe Sarvente would be a Possessive, Manipulative, Overprotective, Mildly Delusional and Mildly Controlling Yandere.

Sarvente is her usual self, just 100 times worse. She absolutely adores how you enjoy Valentines and Pink Themed items, especially with your plushies and finds it cute and innocent; which makes her quite protective of you that it becomes overbearing, specifically towards anyone she deems “unholy.” Which also brings us to her being mildly delusional, convinced that not everyone is exactly good nor evil, so she has to have a reason for being with you. Sarvente knows this is wrong, but she’s doing this for your safety.

Her Overprotectiveness stems from wanting to get people into a better place, which, in this case, is a corruption of that. Sarvente insists on going out with you whenever you go out or, at the very least, give her a text or a call every once in a while or else she’ll come to you instead. Trust me when I say Sarvente is coming from good intentions, just overbearing, as I said before.

This leads to her being Mildly Controlling, if you fail to give her a call/text to know where you are, who you’re hanging out with, etc. that it even makes Ruv worried. However, as far as he is concerned, Ruv won’t interject on what’s happening, knowing that if he broke The Vow, both he and Sarv would die. Additionally, he has a hunch that if he does shove himself in between whatever relationship you have with her, he’ll probably have severe consequences from Sarv.

Anyways, Sarvente can and will push you to hang out with her more, positive toxicity if you will. Should you refuse, however, She’ll remove any potential competition from the picture, including family, friends, and as far as to remove pets/animals from your life, if any at all. Don’t think that she enjoys this as this leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, leaving her to kidnap you and keep you close instead, slowly deluding herself that you two are match made in Heaven, ironically speaking.

Sarvente absolutely adores how short you are compared to her, which is 7 feet and 5 inches by the way, but in a way that’s affectionally teasing. But since I see that it’s hard to say “No” for you, she probably doesn’t see that you’re uncomfortable with anything until it’s already too late, immediately wanting to apologize or make it up to you in some way, shape, or form. On the flip slide, she’s more than willing to come to your defense whenever someone bullies you in some way, even if you can’t say “No” as easily as others.

She doesn’t mind you singing or drawing somewhere in the Church, she finds it quite Lovely! She encourages you to sing more openly, so of course she always asks if she could sing with you to help you with that. If not, Sarv would respect your wishes and leave it at that. If you do allow her to, then she’s beyond thrilled! Sarv usually takes the lead or sings for you, in case you don’t feel like singing, or generally just hangs out with you, even though your tastes are quite different from here, but accepting all the same.

Speaking of acceptance, Sarv doesn’t mind you being Enby and Chubby, claiming that she loves you either way. However, as old as she is, Sarv slips up from time to time on your pronouns, but quickly uses your proper pronouns to not make you upset. This also includes making you feel loved for your body, especially when someone makes a negative comment about it.

Sarvente, as a whole, wants the absolute best for you, even though it includes pushing things to its edge and limit, including you, unintentionally speaking. If you’re careful with stepping on these eggshells, then you’re going to have a grand time with holding two sides of life.

#headcanons #headcanon #matchup #yandere #yandere matchups #yandere matchup #FNF Matchup #Yandere FNF #friday night funkin #Friday night Funkin matchup #yandere Friday night Funkin #zapy answers

[jubilantwriter]

It All Began with a Big Crash

(AO3)

Summary:  It's the one year anniversary of Boyfriend and Girlfriend's growing relationship, and Boyfriend absolutely, totally, DID NOT forget that today is that special day. And yet, that one single DID NOT FORGETTing leads to a domino effect, resulting in quite possibly one of the best nights of their lives.

After all, what's the point of a performance if no one's having fun during it?

Word Count: 7154

(A/N:  Happy 1st Anniversary of Friday Night Funkin’!  I literally wrote and edited this all in one day.  Got home at midnight, started writing, and then I posted it at 10 am, took a nap, went to work, AND NOW I’M HERE ON TUMBLR :D  Anyway, FNF has been a big comfort for me these past months, so it’s only fitting that I put myself through hell to get this little bit out.  I hope you all enjoy!)

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Now, Boyfriend isn't a forgetful man.  This thought crosses his mind as he stands up abruptly after paying for his lunch and racing for the door.

"Be-!"

"Eep!"

CRASH .

But sometimes things... slip from his mind, and while he's not one prone to panic, THIS is something worth panicking over.

"-EP.  SHIT.  SORRY!"

"My dishes!"  A blonde server kneels on the ground, surrounded by the clumsy carnage created by Boyfriend inadvertently crashing into her on his rush out.  She glares accusingly at him as the boy jogs in place.  "Again, really?!"

"Sorry, sorry!"  He waves his hands in front of him before looking over his shoulder.  "I'll pay for the dishes and shit uh, later!"  He dashes out the door as she calls out behind him.

"That's what you said LAST time!"

Well, last time he was dirt poor, but now that he's pretty famous around town, he's actually got the moolah to pay for damages!  So yeah, next time!

...Is what he meant to tell her, but he's already busting into the conveniently placed flower shop, panting as he looks around wildly for help.  The florist in question glances at him completely unbothered by his entrance.  

"Forgot an important date again?" she quips, staring back down at her phone as she drapes herself over the counter.

"BAP!" he says defensively, because he DIDN'T forget!  It just... slipped his mind a little.  In his defense, he'd gotten so used to being with Girlfriend that it felt ... normal!  Like they've been together for YEARS and being with her just felt so right, and every day was the greatest day of his life because he had her by his side.  So yeah, maybe the days slipped past him in a blissful sort of way, like when he gets super focused on his music or some arbitrary task, and the hours slip by and suddenly it's the next morning!  It's kind of like that, but with a girl who makes him smile and laugh and forget that life is supposed to be difficult and hard, and not fun and invigorating.  And to think they've only been together for a year...

...A year.

...Wait.

Shit.

SHIT.

He's doing it again!

He bustles over and slaps a fifty on the counter.  "Bop!" he announces in a rush, tapping his fingers impatiently as the florist holds it up to the light. 

With a low whistle, she puts it back on the table.  "Wow, you're really going all out this time, huh?"  Before Boyfriend can respond to her sarcasm, the florist calls out to her partner in the back.  "Flower!  Miku's lil bro is back at it again, dropping a fifty and hoping for the best."

"Again?"  A husky voice makes its way over as a familiar bush of thick hair pops out from beyond the doorway.  "Boyfriend, you should know by now that apology bouquets are at least a hundred."

"Ba- skida- AUGH!  It's not an apology bouquet!"  He stomps his foot, irritated to break out the English but knowing full well it’s a matter that needs clear communication.  So not really a waste of words, just a waste of energy on two ladies who will give him shit regardless of the noise he makes.

"Oh yeah?  What's the occasion?"  The taller florist - Lily, hilariously enough - leans forward with a smirk as Flower keeps her deadpan stare.  

"It's for my anniversary!"  He crosses his arms and harrumphs as Lily whistles again.

"Damn, and you didn't invite us to the wedding?  Harsh."

"No, not that-!  Ugh, you know what I mean."

"Do we?"  Lily and Flower exchange a look before Lily's smirk widens.  "I dunno, you don't give us the dirt anymore.  Remember when you'd come in here all the time, red in the face trying to get apology bouquets for that one boy?  What's his name-"

"Pico," he answers, a bit flustered as the memories rush through his mind before shaking his head, "and he liked them all, by the way!  But this isn't about him-"

"No, it's about your new girl, right?"  Flower cuts in, leaning against the doorway with a bored expression.  "What's her favorite color?  It's not green, is it?"

"It's red, and please can you make it quick?  I dunno when she wants us to meet up, so...!"  He flashes them two thumbs up and is about to bounce, but Lily grabs the collar of his shirt with a chuckle.

"Not so fast, dumbass."  She pulls him back to the counter as he whines pathetically.  "You really think a fifty is enough for an anniversary bouquet?"

Oh no.  He starts to sweat, feeling his wallet tremble in fear.  They're doing it again.  "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean, Flower?"  Lily turns back to the shorter florist as the other makes a thoughtful hum.

"One hundred, at least."

"Yeah, at least one hundo."  Lily holds her hand out.  "C'mon, cough it up, shorty."

This is beyond unreal, but at the same time, it is completely expected from people who teased him relentlessly since he was a kid.  "If it wasn't for Miku, you guys wouldn't even be here!"

"We're only here because of convenience, please."  Lily snorts as the boy continues to struggle.  "So you aiming for an apology bouquet or an anniversary bouquet?"

"Just cut me a deal, please?  For old time's sake?" He clasps his hands together and bats his eyelashes.  "I'm still that cute little kid who used to pretend to be like Miku!  Who could forget good ol' Mikuo?"

"One hundred."  Flower cuts off the potential reminiscing and steps up to the counter.  "Or it's an apology bouquet."

Grumbling miserably, Boyfriend digs around in his pocket and manages to snag something.  He pulls out his hand and counts out four quarters.  Quietly, he puts it on top of the fifty.

Flower and Lily both look at it silently.

"...Well," Flower begins, slowly taking the money, "I did say one hundred."

Roll with it roll with it roll with it-

"Yeah, and uh, four twenty-fives makes one hundred, right?"

"What, are we speaking French now?"  Lily asks with a sneer.

"No," Boyfriend begins, blinking slowly, "pretty sure we're speaking English." 

"Oh my god."  She slaps her hand over Flower's.  "We are not doing this."

"I gave you one hundred," he argues, sweating miserably as he turns up the confidence.  

"He did give us one hundred," Flower agrees.

"You are not giving this to him.  You know he didn't even plan this!  He's too stupid to pull a slick move like that!"

Boyfriend just smiles and gives them a double thumbs up.

"It's not like anyone else is gonna be coming in to give us another job."  Flower hums and stows the money in the register, much to Lily's chagrin.  "And besides, if I get bored making it, I'll just take a nap."

"Flower-!"  Before Lily can protest even more, Flower disappears into the backroom, no doubt to either work on the bouquet or take that nap.  Lily turns back to Boyfriend and glares, jabbing a finger against his chest.  "Be back here in a few hours.  You're taking whatever the hell she makes for you, stingy little bitch."

"That's all I have on my person!"

"We accept credit and debit."

"I have bills to pay."

"You're such a little-!"  Lily makes a strangling gesture with her hands before grabbing and shaking him.  "You better give this girl a helluva anniversary."

"I'm trying!"  He backs up and shoots the tall florist finger guns before vacating the premises.  Okay, one thing down.  Next: chocolates.  Easy-peasy.  What place sells heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and other cutesy, anniversary items?

Boyfriend makes a beeline for the local grocery store and spends only a total of thirty minutes there, making the proud purchase of a box of chocolates, a little teddy bear holding a heart, and even a balloon that says, "I Love You".  Score!  Damn, he's doing great so far.  And it was such a quick purchase!  Maybe Miku's friends could learn a thing or two about making quick sales instead of harassing him over every little thing.

What's next, what's next...

A place for dinner, right!  Girlfriend loves the local bar.  Great food, a nice atmosphere, open mic nights, a server who's familiar with them...

A server that he crashed into and made her drop all those dishes to the floor... like that other time he did it to her and held up the service for a sizable amount of time...

He gulps.  Hm.  She's probably still mad at him too.  But uh, huh.  He's not sure what to do.  Maybe, maybe...

He takes out his phone and dials a familiar number.  It rings only twice before a gruff, annoyed voice answers on the other side.

"I'm busy, the fuck you want?"

Without missing a beat, he gets on his metaphorical hands and knees.  "Pico, can I ask a favor, please please pretty please?"

"Wow, English.  Must be desperate."   There's a loud crash on his end before Pico's voice yells at a pair of playful, young laughter.  "Hey- hey!  Watch it!"

"Pico, so uh, could you-?"

"Hey- give me that!"   More raucous laughter fills the line as Pico sighs.  "Sorry, Bee, don't think I can help ya today.  I was supposed to just watch these two kids 'til Lila came back, but then I got a call from a pal who needs help at her joint and- Skid, Jesus fucking Christ -"   There's some shuffling and a grunt as a playful squeal rings a little too close to the phone.  Pico continues as though nothing happened on his end.  "-and so basically I'm double booked for the night."

"Oh, okay."  He tries not to let the disappointment seep into his voice, but another sigh from Pico suggests that he heard it regardless.  

"Look, I'm real sorry, wish I could help, but a line's formin' and I can only do so much."   Pico grunts and a soft thump is heard.  Two voices chatter away distantly in the background, but Boyfriend focuses solely on Pico.  "Why?  What happened?"

"Well, today's me and Girlfriend's anniversary, and I wanted to take her out but-"

"Can't figure out a place to take her?  C'mon man, you- Jesus, you two, slow down, I'm comin'- you already know one."

"Yeah, the bar but-"

"What, ya worried about 'bout lines or somethin'?  I know it's busy and shit, but I'm sure Serv will get ya guys' a table easy.  It's just you two, you'll be fine."

"Okay, but-"

"Oh my GOD, what the HELL is THAT?!"  

A faint, childish voice answers Pico's horrified question as Boyfriend listens in.  "That's Moloch!"

"...MOLOCH?"

A roar sounds from Pico's side of the phone call.  The voice - uh, Skid, was it? - laughs excitedly.  "Yeah!  He's our friend!"

"He lives in Skid's attic!"

A demonic voice nearly blows out Boyfriend's eardrums.  "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"...Does your MOM know about this?!"

"Sorta!  She thinks he's a rat."

"Hey hey HEY, back OFF-!  Sorry, Bee, I'll call ya later!"  

The last thing he hears is another roar before the line hangs up.  Pico will probably be fine - he's handled worse after all, and even Boyfriend's faced off a demon or two!  Maybe three, if that Lemon Man those two kids were friends with counted as well.  Man, demons are just everywhere, huh?

...Speaking of demons.  There’s one demon he really should be focusing on.  Like getting their dinner date set up at her favorite bar in town.  Even though he’s probably on that bar’s shitlist for knocking over their number one employee again .

But Girlfriend really does love going to that bar, and if it's for her...  Fuck it, he'll suck it up and take whatever Server-chan's got against him.  He'll just challenge her to a quick rap battle, win, and THEN they can have a nice dinner!  Yeah, that's what he'll do.  Lily's words replay in his mind as he walks off to his apartment to change into something nicer.

"You better give this girl a helluva anniversary."

Fuck yeah he will.

"Damn, after all these years, you still can't tie a tie."  Lily frets over his outfit as she helps him tidy up a bit.  A colorful ribbon now decorates the box of chocolates, tying it together with the teddy bear with the balloon also tied around its wrist.  He grabs the tied together present after she rolls his sleeves up to his elbow.

"Bouquet?" he asks hopefully as Lily dusts off his shoulders for the hundredth time.  

She huffs and shakes her head, blowing a stray hair out of her face.  "You're lucky Flower didn't take a nap halfway through.  It's her best work so far!  All for the low, low cost of $51, tax not included."

"There's tax?!"  He almost falls over, but Lily grabs him by the collar of his dress shirt.

"Chill out, we'll charge it to Miku's account."

"Oh, thanks."  He swats away her hands when she tries to tuck in the other half of his shirt.  "Fuck off, it's part of my style!"

"What, being sloppy?"

"The ladies love it."

"Your lady deserves better."

"But I'm the best there is!"

"Oh, God," Lily groans as her expression falls into despair.  "Egotism really does run in the family."

"Enough about the family ego," Flower pipes up, her hands full with a large, beautiful bouquet.  "These flowers need to be appreciated."

"Holy shit."  Boyfriend takes the entire bouquet, admiring the reds, pinks, and whites.  There's a smattering of small, lavender flowers here and there, making the other colors pop.  "Roses!" he points out, the only flower he recognizes.

"Yup, and there's also lilies, alstroemeria, and-"

"Don't waste your breath," Lily cuts in, covering Flower's mouth before she can list them all out.  "He won't remember any of the names."

A disappointed sigh escapes Flower, so he gives her the biggest grin he can muster.  "Yo, I still think it's hella bomb to look at.  I really think she'll love it!"

Flower perks up a bit, a small smile forming on her usually stoic face.  "...Cool."

"Alright, get outta here."  Lily shoves him back to the door with a grin.  "You got a hot date, yeah?  Go give her the night of her life!"

"Yeah!"  He waves to the pair before leaving.  "Gonna have a great night at the bar!"

Lily's smile falters as Flower's smile immediately disappears.  "...The what?"

"See ya!"

"Wait, Boyfriend!  You're taking her out to the fucking BAR?!"  

He doesn't have the time to turn back and answer Lily, so he goes along his merry way, bouquet clutched tightly against his chest with the bear.  Hopefully the incident from earlier today has been swept away.  He really doesn't want to have a rap battle with Server-chan, but if he has to...

"Boyfriend!"  A sweet, melodic voice pulls him from his thoughts as he looks over to see his beautiful, wonderful Girlfriend.  Her iconic look now sports a sleek, black jacket reminiscent of her mother's own jacket.  It looks stunning on her, and a soft, longing "beep" escapes him as she giggles and kisses his cheek.  "Hey, hun.  Happy anniversary!"

"Happy anniversary!"  He holds out his gifts for her to take, and he delights in her unabashed joy as she takes them.

"Oh!  This teddy bear is so cute, and these flowers are lovely!"  Another giggle escapes her as she points at the bouquet.  "Roses!"

"That's what I said!"  They both share a laugh before her smile settles into something soft and relaxed.

"Now I wish I got you something too..."  Girlfriend pouts a bit, but he kisses it away with a grin.

"Hey, don't sweat it!  Lemme spoil you for the night instead."  He offers her his arm, and she happily loops hers with his.  They walk into the bar together and are met with a familiar face standing behind a podium.  Despite being the hostess, Cassette Girl keeps her iconic cap on as she notices them and greets them with a lazy smile.

"Wooow," she drawls out, giving Boyfriend a knowing grin.  "Back again so soon?  And after that huge fuss you made."

"Fuss?"  Girlfriend gives Boyfriend a curious look.  

"Uhh, beep bah."

"Didn't tell her about your mishap, huh?"  Cassette Girl raises an eyebrow and shakes her head.  "Well, if you wanted to know, Serv got it figured out.  Called in a favor last minute, and luckily he was nice enough to help out."  

"Sorry about that," he says sheepishly, and Cassette Girl merely shrugs.

"It's whatever.  Not the first time you messed her up real good.  And besides, you're not even the first person to make her crash and burn for a hot minute."  

"Is this still about the fuss you guys are talking about?"  Girlfriend looks between the two as Cassette Girl chuckles.

"Yeah, but don't worry about it.  Lemme take ya to your seats.  Bar or nah?"  

"Nah, it's our anniversary date today!"

"And you guys are spending it here?”  She pauses for a second in thought before shaking her head.  “Alright."  Cassette Girl takes it in stride and seats them near the miniature stage.

"Oh, is it open mic night tonight?"  Girlfriend sits down, already excited for the night as Cassette Girl chuckles and hands them the menus.

"Nah, originally we had a band booked tonight, but their back-up vocalist got injured, so they called it off last minute.  It's gonna be a quiet night instead."

"Aww."  The pout on Girlfriend's face lasts only a second before her smile returns.  "Oh well!  Sometimes quiet is nice too."

"Right you are.  Anyway, your waiter will be with you guys in just a sec, so take your time.  We're not too busy tonight, so feel free to cause more havoc."  She flashes a grin before walking back to her station.  

Girlfriend waves goodbye and turns back to Boyfriend with a smile.  "Cassey is so nice!  I wish we could talk to her more."  

"Maybe we'll catch her on the street one of these days."  He cracks open the menu, perusing the contents before deciding on getting his usual.

"Maybe!  Should I try something new tonight?"

"Wouldn't hurt."

"But I don't know what to get..."

"Maybe we can ask the waiter?"  He looks around for their supposed waiter, but all he sees is an unimpressed Pico standing at their table.  "Oh!  Pico!  You're dressed like a waiter!"

True to his observations, Pico is dressed similarly to Server-chan; a black long sleeved shirt replaces his usual green sweater, and a pair of black slacks replaces his usual beige cargo pants.  The only splash of color on his outfit is the bright orange apron that all servers seem to wear as per uniform, and it absolutely clashes with Pico's own bright, red hair.  

"That's because I am the waiter, dumbass."  The bite from his remark is lost from the tired slump of his shoulders, and the ginger begins to resemble Server-chan with each passing second.  "At least for tonight.  She called me in for a favor, and I agreed to help."

The conversation from earlier today pings in Boyfriend's memory.  "Is this what you meant when you said you were double booked?"

"Yeah.  Told me some blue-haired douchebag steamrolled her on his way out, and she ended up breaking a whole buncha dishes.  She went out to go replace the whole set, so I'm coverin' for the rest of her shift while she takes care of it.  Now that I think about it," Pico fixes him with a stern, knowing glare as Boyfriend shrinks under his sharp eyes, "I kinda already know about a certain blue-haired douchebag."

"I'll pay her back, I promise."  

"You fuckin' better."  Pico looks over to Girlfriend and offers her a tired grin when she waves cheerfully.  "Hey, Red, he treatin' ya well tonight?"

"Yup!  He got me chocolates, a bear, a balloon, AND a bouquet!"

"Really spoilin' ya there."

"Only the best for Gigi, right?"  He nudges Pico playfully, the earlier irritation already melting away from his expression as he rolls his eyes and ruffles Boyfriend's hair.

"Yeah yeah.  Ya guys ready to order?"

Pico takes their orders and departs quickly, the couple watching him disappear somewhere in the bar as their collective thoughts gather on one thing only.

"Mm, Pico should wear uniforms more often, huh?"

"It definitely looks flattering on him."  They both hum before taking sips from the water Pico had set down earlier while taking their orders.  With no ginger to distract them, Girlfriend's attention centers back on Boyfriend as she smiles.  "Thanks for taking me out here for dinner!  I know it's not easy for us to go out on dates since my parents still hover, so I'm really happy that we went out like you planned!"

"Oh yeah, totally."  His easy grin hides the absolute panic he had for the entire half of his day when he realized he had nothing planned.  "I wish I could treat you out for something better, but nothing else is really happening around this time of year-"

"Except for Spooky Month!"  Two voices pipe up out of nowhere as the costumed duo surprise the couple.  

"Oh, goodness, hello!"  She laughs as Skid and, uh, Pump?  Stand by their table looking curious.  "How have you two been?"

"Okay!  Mr. Pico has been babysitting us since Mom's been busy with her work stuff."  Skid bounces on his heels as Pump looks up more calmly.  "We wanted to introduce him to Moloch, but..."

"He didn't like him too much.  He said Moloch is more scary than spooky."  Pump sticks his tongue out and laughs.  "Silly Mr. Pico!  He does not understand that Moloch is our friend!"

"Moloch?"  Girlfriend hums as bobs her head in thought.  "That name sounds familiar.  There was a demon that went missing months ago by that name..."  

"Oh, weird!"

"Moloch came to us months ago too!  But now he stays in Skid's attic."

"It's like a sleepover every day!"

"That sounds like fun!"  She giggles as the kids bounce around her.

Boyfriend watches with a smile before remembering that “double booked” thing that Pico mentioned earlier.  Were these the kids he was watching when Boyfriend called…?  "So why are you guys here?  If Pico is supposed to be babysitting you guys, but is working here instead..."  Boyfriend wonders how Pico manages to balance so many jobs at once.  He himself can barely handle the one!  

"Mr. Pico said that he didn't trust Moloch and wanted us to stay somewhere safer."

"Which is weird, because Moloch is our friend!  But it made him happier, so we came here with him."

"It's boring here, so Pump and I have been teaching lots of people how to spooky dance!"

"Oh?"  Girlfriend indulges them and smiles as they crowd closer to her.  "Can you show me too?"

"You don't know the spooky dance?"

"We should show her!"

"It goes like this!"  The pair of children do a little dance for her, and a happy laugh escapes her as she watches.  Boyfriend leans back and enjoys her happiness as the kids continue to chat with her.

"That looks like fun!"

"You can do it too!"  Skid tugs on her hands, and it's enough to get her to stand up.  "Just hold out your hands like this-"

"-and then you move like this!"  The two of them demonstrate one more time before looking at Girlfriend expectantly.  It takes her a few times, but the kids are surprisingly patient and more than happy to show her as many times as she requests until she gets it right.  The sight of her having so much fun melts his heart, and he sighs as he watches her enjoy herself.  

"Damn, look at you, meltin' into the table."  

Boyfriend nearly slams his face against the table, making Pico guffaw as he puts their meals on the table.  "Dude!"

"What?  Just spittin' facts.  Hey!"  Pico's hands come to rest on his hips as he glares at the kids.  Both Girlfriend and Boyfriend exchange a look, hiding their amused grins behind their hands as Pico takes on his caretaking role.  "Skid, Pump, what did I say 'bout botherin' the customers?"

"Uhh..."  The two kids freeze in place, looking at each other before looking at Pico.  "Don't?"

"And what are you two doin'?"

"Bothering your friends!"  Pump grins as Skid nods in agreement.  "They are not customers, right?"

A puff of a laugh escapes Girlfriend as Boyfriend nudges Pico.  "Yeah dude, we're your friends, not customers.  We should get a de-"

A glare is enough to silence Boyfriend, but Girlfriend's composure quickly falls apart as a fit of giggles escapes her.  Pico ignores her as he focuses his attention on his two charges.  "They're still customers."

"But it's boring here!"

"Yeah, it's too quiet.  You said there'd be music!"

"But there's no music, except for the soft elevator music."

"But that's boring too."

Both boys pout as Pico sighs and massages his temples.  "Look, I didn't know the band would cancel today.  After I'm done here, we can do something fun , okay?"

"Like getting candy?"

"Yeah, like gettin' candy."  The two kids cheer and run off somewhere before Pico can stop them.  "Hey-!"

"Damn, Pico, I didn't think you'd be good with kids."  Boyfriend snickers as he eats a fry, watching as Pico sighs for the umpteenth time.

"You call that bein' good with kids?"

"It's better than I'd ever expect outta you."

"Rude little bitch."  Pico snatches a few fries and chomps on them, ignoring Boyfriend's protests.  

"When do you get off, Pico?"  Girlfriend spins her fork around in her pasta before feeding the first bite to Boyfriend, keeping her eyes on Pico as the ginger hums thoughtfully.

"Technically nine, but I gotta watch the kids 'til ten.  That's when Lila comes back from her shit."

"Do you wanna come over for movie night?"  She looks over to Boyfriend who nods in agreement.  Pico laughs and shakes his head.

"Ain't this supposed to be ya guys' anniversary date?  Why the hell am I bein' invited?"

"'Cause it's more fun when you join us!"  Boyfriend pipes up, making his eyes go wide with hope, knowing how much of a sucker Pico is for his puppy dog eyes.  Like he predicts, Pico grumbles and looks away, a slight blush to his cheeks as he tries to regain his composure.

"Touchin', but nah.  It's y'all's day.  It's not my place to interrupt."  

"You wouldn't be-!"  A ringtone goes off in the middle of her sentence.  Girlfriend pauses, taking her phone out as her smile vanishes.  "Oh, just a minute."  She leaves the table quickly as she answers her phone with a faint, "Hi, Daddy..."

"Hm."  They watch her go outside before Pico turns back to Boyfriend.  "I hope you have somethin' really good planned for tonight."

"Well, I don't have anything planned, per se-"

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

"But!  Movie night is gonna be a thing!  Or, was."  Boyfriend frowns, not liking how it was her dad who called her.  Knowing him, he could be asking her to come home earlier than planned, ruining their romantic movie night.  "I was gonna play it by ear, y'know, in case something like that happens."

"Fair."  Pico crosses his arms and fixes Boyfriend with a stare.  "So how are you gonna save this night then?"

"Dunno yet."  Boyfriend bites his lip and scratches at the table.  "Like I said, I don't have much planned, so like..."  His eyes wander over to the stage.  A keyboard is the only instrument present on the stage alongside the stereos.  He blinks slowly at the sight of it, a hum low in his throat.  

"What?  Ya suddenly got an idea?"  Pico follows his gaze and whistles low.  "Gonna sing a love song?"

"What?  No."  A pause.  "Maybe.  I dunno."

"You dunno?"

"I don't really have a song lined up."  But it would be perfect.  She loves it when he sings.  Or raps.  Or does anything really.  And she did seem a little disappointed when she found out that there wasn't going to be a show tonight...

"You're a rapper," Pico supplies easily.  "Just freestyle."

"But I don't have any beats."  Which is true, unless he gets some help.  His eyes wander up to meet Pico's gaze.  "...Can I ask a favor?"

"Shoot."

"You still beatbox?"

And Pico smirks.  "Only if ya got a plan."  

Boyfriend looks around the bar, his eyes landing on the Spooky Boys and Cassette Girl.  Music flows behind his eyes as he maps out the beats and flows on the spot.  Fingers tap out the rhythm he wants to follow, and Pico taps his foot in tandem.  "I think," he says, watching as Girlfriend comes back into the bar with a gloomy look on her face, "I've got a plan."

Pico leans forward, and Boyfriend quickly whispers it to him before shooing the ginger away.  When Girlfriend takes her seat, Boyfriend takes it upon himself to buy some time for Pico as he keeps Girlfriend's attention on him.

"Something up?"

"Oh, it's just Daddy."  Her frown deepens, and Boyfriend can feel his heart drop from the sight.  She shouldn't be unhappy on their anniversary - of course her dad would ruin things for her.  "He wants me to come home early, says he doesn't want me to stay over too late since he doesn't trust you to keep your hands to yourself."

"Tch.  Your old man needs to lay off."  From the corner of his eye, he sees Cassette Girl wander to some backroom, only to reappear with a few more coworkers as one of them takes over her position by the podium.  Pico follows her next, helping her set up a couple of mics as she tests out the keyboard.  The noises catch the attention of the patrons, including Girlfriend as she turns in interest at the ruckus.

"What's going on?  Oh, is there a show happening after all?"  A small smile forms on her lips as she watches the prep.  "I wonder who they managed to get!"

"Yeah, I wonder."  Boyfriend lets her watch them for a second longer before taking her attention again.  "So how long can you stay out?"

"Mmm, at most, maybe an hour?  Daddy's imps will come and pick me up, regardless of where I am."  She puffs her cheeks out, which would normally be cute if she wasn't so distressed.  "Mommy was okay with me spending the night!  But Daddy won't even let me stay before midnight, so that ruins movie night..."

"Hey, don't worry about it.  We can always have movie night whenever."  He reaches over and takes her hand, giving it a firm, comforting squeeze.  

"But today was supposed to be our day."  She frowns again, holding onto his hand as she sighs softly.  "We were supposed to have a nice night doing whatever we wanted.  And now that's going to be ruined because my dad is being... himself again."

Random beats start playing.  It takes them both by surprise as they turn around to see Pico messing with... some kind of pad?  Is that a launchpad?  Cassette Girl shakes her head and points to some buttons before Pico nods and- ah.  So he didn't steal it from someone.  Clearly, it was Cassette Girl's own device.  

"What are they doing?"  Girlfriend watches with more interest as the two kids clamber onto the stage, Pico talking to them softly as they nod along to whatever he's saying excitedly.  He wags his finger like a metronome, and the boys both follow its movement before nodding furiously as he grins and pats the tops of their heads.  As Pico looks up from the boys, he meets Boyfriend's gaze and gives a small nod before standing up.

"They're getting a show ready for you."  Boyfriend grins when Girlfriend looks over to him bewildered.

"What do you mean, for me?"

"Heeeellloooo, everyone!"  Cassette Girl speaks into the microphone with her familiar drawl, getting the patrons to quiet down as they watch with rapt attention.  "Now, as you know, our booked gig for tonight ended up cancelling, but at the very last minute, we managed to snag another performer instead!  You may be familiar with his bright blue hair and obnoxious voice," a rumble of laughter rolls through the crowd, but he takes it all in stride as he waits for the intro to end, "but he's gotten pretty famous throughout these parts for his amazing freestyle rap!  Dedicated to his lovely Girlfriend of one year, we have Mr. Boyfriend, here to perform for one night only!"

"Boyfriend?!"  Girlfriend's eyes widen in excitement as he stands from his seat, grinning confidently as he winks to her.  It's not often he gets to perform for the sake of performing, so he wants to make this the best performance she's ever seen.

"You better give this girl a helluva anniversary."

As if he wasn't.

He takes the offered microphone from Cassette Girl as she takes her place behind the keyboard.  

"Heya, folks!"  He waves out to the crowd as the people who recognize him from his many rap battles cheer him on.  Girlfriend cheers from the crowd, for once enjoying the show as just a normal person, instead of being in the thick of it.  "Like Cassey said, this show is dedicated to my Girlfriend.  I started this whole career for her, and if it weren't for her, I never would have found this flow in my life.  I love her more than any song can convey, so I hope a show's worth of songs can get the message along.  Now are you ready to get funkin' lit?!"  

The crowd erupts into cheers as Girlfriend stands and cheers the loudest, her smile wide and bright as she pumps her fist in the air.  They wait for the crowd to calm down before Pico starts his beatboxing.  The beat begins slow, the notes sounding familiar as recognition settles on Girlfriend's features.

"Yo," he begins, holding the microphone close to his lips as he gets into the beat, "it's the remix."   Pico's beatboxing continues before Cassette Girl joins in with her keyboard.  The beat plays from the launchpad as the beatboxing ends, and that's his cue to start rapping.

"Don't look complacent, wearin' those rags, you ain't adjacent.  Lookie, I'm fly, and you look basic.  Look in her eyes, and I feel like takin' it for the win."   He meets Girlfriend's gaze with a grin as he waves his hand back and forth, pumping the crowd up as he continues to rap.

"Her dad be evil, no twin.  Skin purp' like the Sprite, sippin'.  He open his yap and you wouldn't believe it's the sound of an angel when he spittin'."   At Pico's cue, Skid and Pump join in with a chant of, "Go man go!  Go man go!"   They keep it up as Boyfriend continues to rap, the energy high and exciting as he performs for fun.

"Even though he look like a demon, hold my blue nuts as I battle for the takin'.  Of this girl, I just wanna hold her hand.  Look in our DM's and it's like candy land."   Boyfriend kneels on the stage and gestures for Girlfriend to come closer.  Without missing a beat, Girlfriend makes her way over, her head bobbing in time to the rhythm as she smiles blissfully.

"Yo, I really can't bust when her evil ass dad tryna make my ass be grass.  So I got one shot, learned to spit real hot, and it might just go like this."   As he takes her hand, he pulls her onto the stage and the Spooky Boys go quiet for his next lines.

"I don't mean no disrespect, but there's something about her I can't let go.  Baby, you know that I love you, even though my balls are blue."   The joke gets a giggle from Girlfriend, and it takes all his willpower not to stop rapping just to kiss her right there.

"I want to spend my life with her, even if her dad is evil or some shit.  Now spit it like this: we gettin' freaky on a Friday night, chyeah!"  The crowd goes wild as he scoops Girlfriend up in one arm, cradling her against his body as he continues to rap.  Her arms wrap around his neck as she leans against him, warm and happy in his embrace.

As she should be.  

The Spooky Boys return with the chant, pumping the crowd up some more as they cheer loudly with the rap.

"I just want to hold her tight, chyeah!  Her hair, her eyes, her thighs, yeah.  If I die, it'll all be worth it.  Just to get a chance to show she's worth it!"  He sways with the beat, watching as the crowd gets into the performance.  Besides him, Cassette Girl is grinning, nodding her head to the beat as she plays the mellow tunes on her keyboard.  Pico meanwhile focuses his attention alternating between beatboxing and playing the right beats on the launchpad, all while paying attention to the song and directing when the boys start and end their chant.  Despite the amount of tasks on his shoulders, he holds himself high and proud, enjoying himself with a smile as he moves with the beat.  Even the kids are enjoying themselves, bouncing on the spot and watching Pico intently for his cues.  A part of Boyfriend wonders if they're even paying attention to the lyrics or if they're too engrossed in the beats and sounds coming from the keyboard and launchpad to even care.

Not that it matters.

All that matters is that they're all having fun .  He looks out into the crowd and sees smile upon smile as they're all enjoying themselves to the music.  This.  This is what performing is all about.  The energy, the enjoyment, everyone losing themselves to the music and forgetting their woes and worries for even just a minute-

That's what makes it all so worth it.

He raps the chorus one last time before letting the beat peter out, Pico ending the song with his beatboxing increasing in tempo before ending it abruptly.  The crowd continues their cheers as Boyfriend yells into his microphone.

"You guys ready for more?!"

There's no doubt in his mind that he will absolutely be banned from the bar after this show, just with how rowdy the crowd is getting.  But it's all worth it in the end as he nods to his friends to play whatever beat that comes to mind.  He'll come up with the lyrics on the fly, all of them dedicated to Girlfriend as he sets her down and holds her tight to his side as they sway together.

He doesn't know how long they go for.  All the hype and excitement pushes him to continue, and when he looks over to see if Pico or Cassette Girl or even the boys look just a little tired, he's surprised to see them too excited to even consider taking a break.  The night is filled with raps filled with jokes and love as the clock finally strikes ten.  

Time to end the show.

"Alriiiight, everyone!"  Cassette Girl takes the microphone back from Boyfriend, panting slightly as she gestures to the crowd that grew during the performance.  "Unfortunately, that's it for this show!  Thanks for watching, hope you enjoyed your meals, and please, come back again when we host another gig or open mic!"  The crowd applauds as they all bow.  Cassette Girl pats his shoulder with a grin and turns back to help Pico clean up.  Girlfriend clings to his side, giggling and burying her face against his neck.

"Ohhh, that was so much fun!"  Her giddiness makes him laugh as he hugs her tight, covering her face in kisses as he breathes for the first time since the performance began.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Are you kidding?!"  She laughs and picks him up, twirling them together in a circle before cuddling him midair.  "That was the most fun I've had in ages!"

"I'm glad," he admits, relief washing over him that their night was a success after all.  "Sucks we didn't finish our dinners though."

"I can get boxes for them."  Pico shows up next to them, both kids curled up in his arms as they cling to him.  "Or, uh, I can get Cass to get 'em for ya."

"Aww, are they tired?"  Girlfriend sets Boyfriend down to take a look at the kids.  "They did a really good job tonight!"  Skid lifts his head up, a tired but bright smile on his face as he giggles.

"That was fun!  I wanna do it again, Mr. Pico!"

"I'll think about it.  Remember what we promised before the show?"

"No repeating the bad words around mom," both boys respond, although Pump's words are muffled against Pico's shirt.  He chuckles and nods towards the couple.  

"I gotta get these kids home.  You guys get some rest too."

"We will."  Boyfriend stretches, feeling worn out from the show.  

"See ya."

"Bye, Pico!"  Girlfriend waves as Pico walks off, the two kids waving from Pico's arms.  "He really is good with kids, even if he won't admit it."

"He's always been protective of them."  They both hum, the thought sobering them a bit as they watch the ginger disappear in the crowd.  "We should visit him later and make sure he's okay too."

"Sounds like a plan."  Girlfriend smiles and takes his hand, swinging their arms between them.  A waitress comes by quickly, helping them pack their barely eaten dinners and shooing them out of the bar.  As they leave, Boyfriend passes by Server-chan, her expression still looking exhausted as their eyes meet.  But despite this, she smiles when she sees him, and he hopes she had fun too during his show.

He and Girlfriend walk for about five minutes before a limo pulls up beside them.  She sighs and turns to hug him tight, her face buried in his shoulder before she kisses him softly.

"Thanks for the lovely night," she whispers, soft and tender as the warmth from her cheek seeps through his shirt.  "It really was the best night of my life."

"I'm glad then," he whispers back, pressing a kiss to her temple.  "'Cause I'm gonna make sure I make every night the best night of your life from now on."

She giggles, pulling herself away reluctantly before climbing into the limo.  He watches as it drives away into the night, leaving him alone.

The night air is cold and brisk, but he finds himself warm regardless.  A smile wide and bright on his face as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, a tune coming out in the form of a whistle as he walks home.

What a night to remember.

#friday night funkin #fnf #fnf boyfriend #fnf girlfriend #fnf pico #picos school #fnf skid #sm skid #fnf pump #sm pump #big bro figure pico #babysitter pico #fnf cassette girl #newgrounds server-chan #guest starring lily and v flower from vocaloid #i didn't want this in their tags unless someone asks #and wants to see this in their tags #this is mostly fluff and comedy #they're all here for a good time #it's basically slice of life #nothing bad happens #i know hard to believe coming from a fucker like me

[shimzampop]

I have taken up writing fanfic!

I came up with a friday night funkin Sand Planet AU! I don’t know how to explain this other then, it’s a crossover between FNF and Tankmen and Vocaloid? This crossover wouldn’t even work if FNF wasn’t such a crossover itself, or if there wasn’t the popular fanon that Miku is Boyfriend’s sister.

Basically, what if the post apocalyptic world the Tankmen live was the same as the world Miku lives in, in the Sand Planet music video. And the reason everything is yellow in the Tankmen shorts is because everything is covered in, well, sand.

Miku, Boyfriend, and Ritz live in the desert, avoiding the surrounding armies, just trying to survive. Then one day Captain and Steve encounter them when out on patrol and offer the three of them to join the Tankmen.

The fic I’m working on is still in the works, but the intro is pretty much done if anyone wants to read it as a sneak peek 👇

Amid the yellow sky and sand, the only things that kept the two from blending into each other on the horizon line were dingy grey pillars of the aftermath of war. Craggy and ragged against the sky, drooping with the weight of trash that was once perhaps treasure. Once upon a time, all the garbage was new and shiny and distinguishable. Each item with its own purpose and intended use in a functioning world. Miku would assign a new use for whatever she could find. Anything could be useful if you get creative. And Ritz always says that anything can be a weapon if you hold it right. It never hurt to have a few broken beer bottles on hand, just in case.

You never know what could happen out in the desert. Some traveling vagabonds could get too close to the pickup truck you called home and decide to loot for food and supplies. Maybe a stray rabid dog would lash out, gnashing its frothy teeth as it staggard aimlessly through the wasteland. The armies off in the distance, with their guns and tanks, could mistake one of them for enemies and unleash fire. Again. If any of those things should happen, Miku liked to think that she and her brothers would be somewhat prepared. Because they had a rusty corkscrew and they somewhat knew how to use it.

But repurposed tools from the past wouldn't be enough to protect them. Boyfriend was the only one in the truck right now, and he was in no condition to guard it as is. He was far too fatigued to do anything these days. If they did encounter a rabid animal, Miku didn't have the heart to put it out of its misery. With Boyfriend sick and Miku too fearful to attack a world that will attack her without warning, Ritz shouldered the responsibility of keeping his younger siblings safe. He was always ready to jump headfirst into danger. Boyfriend was practically slipping through her fingers, she couldn't lose Ritz too. That's why she needed to focus. To find something useful for once in the junkyard they made a home in.

Miku stood atop the roof of what was left of a car, a disc held gingerly between her fingers as she contemplated what use the thing could have. She had shimmied up a metallic trash heap, bits of machinery jutting out on all sides providing plenty of handles for her to grab onto as she climbed. At the top was a car with no doors, making it easy for her to slip into the passenger's seat. A fine layer of yellow dust covered the dashboard. She pressed the buttons just to see if anything would happen. Poking at them with a "Beep boop bop!" just like Boyfriend used to do.

When the trunk or hood didn't pop open, she went for the glove box. They were little treasure chests that preserved items of the past. They could hold almost anything, but she never did come across one that actually had a pair of gloves, as the name implied. Usually, there were just old maps and scrap paper. Sometimes pocket knives and guns, but those were always the first to be looted, leaving all the useless junk behind.

She reached under the handle and pulled at the latch, the box opening up with a rustle. It was filled with trash, old candy wrappers, and chip bags that were absolutely empty and void of crumbs. She shoveled all the paper out, letting it all flutter in the breeze to join the rest of the trash. And at the bottom of it all is where she found the disc.

It was pretty, but - and Miku hesitated to even try testing its durability, sensing it would snap- it was thin and fragile. Pretty, fragile things don't last long. She needed something hearty and tough that can stand the test of time. A tarp, some rope, something to eat, and some antibiotics. She mentally cycled through Ritz's list of must-haves that didn't include a pretty fragile little circle that had caught her eye as she rummaged through the waste of humanity.

Miku held the disc up to the sun, the burning red spot shining through the hole in the middle. She could say that it was of historical merit, and so it must be preserved. Or she could pass it off as a weapon. She pantomimed throwing the disc at a far-off target. Curl her arm in towards her chest, twist back, then toss it away with a flick of the wrist. It could glide through the air and slice off the heads of soldiers before they could react. The disc could fly far, far away over the land. Over the sea. All the way to a distant country like Japan. Or she could just plead and whine until Ritz gave in and said she could keep it. Just like with the other discs in her growing collection.

  There's a pretty lady with a confident smile on one side, clad in pink with long golden hair. Legally Blonde is the title. Miku flipped the disc over and saw her reflection staring back with big curious eyes. It always threw her off to see her reflection so clearly, not disjointed by broken glass or warped in the bends of some crushed metal structure.

Their truck had a rearview mirror. Boyfriend somehow broke it off. Then lost it. Now he used the little hook as something to hang his cap on.

She cranes her neck to the side, noticing how her hair's grown longer. Even held up in twin-tails, the ends are starting to brush against her shoulders. She combs her fingers through her hair and smiles, imitating the lady on the other side of the disc. Legally Blue starring Hatsune Miku!

A dusty gust of wind tosses a twin tail around till the long strands are askew across her eyes. She sputters at the hair hitting her face at first, and then just lets it flow as the breeze saw fit. She huffed, gazing into the sky through strands of blue, wondering how the color would look up there, stretching far into the horizon. The sky was supposedly blue once, almost as blue as her hair. And the grass (whatever that was) was green.

A blue sky. It just seemed unnatural.

Blue was a rarity they desperately sought after. Precious water is blue. The caps and labels on bottles of medicine were blue. Boyfriend's hair is also blue. She can't imagine such a scarce color just hanging above their heads all day. All she knew was the yellow of sand dunes and the muted grays of abandoned buildings and manmade structures. All colors were lost to time. Either heavily bleached by the unforgiving rays of the sun or eroded by the grainy scratch of all the sand. Even her jacket was starting to lose its hue, candy red gone dull and faded.

Ritz's orange beanie was well on its way to being an earthy beige, making it hard to pick him out among the piles of rubble below. He could leap and scurry out of sight in a blink, always making quick work of scavenging the ruins. As the eldest of the trio (or so he claimed to be the oldest, in "rat years") Ritz would take the lead when it came time to venture out for supplies. His ability to sniff out food - especially of the junk variety- was his pride as a rat.

Miku didn't have a nose acute with animal instincts or little claws to dig into the earth with. Her legs were long enough to make her older brothers look like little brothers, this she found absolutely gloat-worthy. But she couldn't bound from junk pile to junk pile like a cricket in the summer like Ritz could. Or skitter around on all fours to cover more ground in half the time. She still wanted to help as much as she could, even though the only noteworthy thing she could find among the sea of sand and debris were shiny discs. They'd twinkle like treasure when the sun hit them just right, catching Miku's attention by throwing a gleaming sunbeam to her eye. A title on one side, and on the other side were all the colors that time couldn't take away. She tilted the disk in a circle, a fleeting rainbow shimmered across its sleek surface.

And yeah, the rest of the fic is still an unorganized mess. But once I get an ao3 set up, I will post the full thing there when it’s done!

#friday night funkin #Tankmen #fnf miku #boyfriend fnf #fnf ritz #sand planet