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i-will-physically-fight-you · 5 years ago

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If Only In My Dreams

Chapter 3: Faithful Friends Who are Dear to Us

Chapter Summary: A skype call ensues between our two protagonists.

Pairings: platonic prinixety & platonic moxiety

Word-count: 3468

Over-All Fic Warnings: abusive parents, homesickness, misunderstandings, crying, loneliness, hurt/comfort

Inspiration: this ask right here

AO3 LINK, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

This was such a chore to write, but it’s finally done!! Many thanks to @theeternalspace for beta’ing as always. There will be an epilogue following suit, but I can’t promise when I’ll post it considering this chapter took six months to write haha

Virgil stared at his phone.

“I’m such a screw-up.” He whispered underneath his breath.

He hadn’t responded to any of his best friend’s texts and now Patton thought he hated him. When in actuality, that was very much the opposite. Virgil loved his best friend so much that he feared the idea of being rejected by him. It had been so stupid to ignore Patton like that.

Of course Patton would think he think he hated him. Virgil had given him the silent treatment all week. Worse, Virgil had broke his promise of reuniting with him in Florida. It’d been so easy in the moment to avoid breaking the truth to Patton. He was now paying for the repercussions of his actions.

Would Patton still want to be friends with him after all this? Virgil wouldn’t want to be friends with himself.

Roman cleared his throat, causing Virgil to jump. He’d almost forgotten he was in the same room as him.

“I know it’s not my place,” He began, “but whoever this “Patton” character is to you, they seem to care a lot about you.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow, “You’ve been reading my text messages?”

He really should be more pissed off about that than he was. Virgil coveted his privacy, protecting his phone from prying eyes like a hawk. But he could hardly bring himself to care about that in the midst of his pity party.

“Only the ones that popped up on your screen. I don’t know your phone’s password, I swear!” Roman said, attempting to justify it, although he looked as ashamed as he rightfully should be, “They even tried calling you at one point. I was going to answer it, but Logan advised against it. Said it was an invasion of your privacy.”

Virgil glanced back down at his phone. Well, that explained why it was on the coffee table and not his hoodie pocket. His phone screen went black and he pressed the home button, turning it on once more. Patton’s last two text messages peered back at him.

Patton Hart 💙: Hey kiddo...are we still friends?

Patton Hart 💙: It’s okay if we aren’t!! I know how you are, Virge, you don’t have to feel obligated to remain friends. Seasons come and go, y’know? Not everything lasts...and that’s okay. I still cherish every memory we spent together. But if you want me to stop meownoying you with texts, I’ll understand.

Virgil let out a strained sound, something halfway between a sob and a laugh. Trust Patton to still slip in a pun in a text like that. Patton loved puns. Virgil also loved puns, a dark secret of his that Patton alone knew. Virgil couldn’t openly admit to liking puns. It messed with his edgy emo vibes.

Meownoying. What a godawful, cheesy pun. In any other context, Virgil would be covering his mouth in a poor attempt to mask his laughter.

He glanced over back to Roman, who stood a few feet away from him. Roman crossed his arms in a relaxed manner, eyes wide with concern. He opened his mouth, his breath hitching at the last second. For the first time since Virgil had known him, Roman looked hesitant. It was clear he wanted to help in some way, but he didn’t know how. Virgil didn’t blame him. They may have spent a whole semester living in the same apartment, but they were at best acquaintances and at worst, strangers.

Virgil sighed, gripping onto his phone tighter.

“Patton is my best friend. Or at least he was,” He said, staring down at the carpeted floor, “The two of us have been friends since middle school. We had planned on meeting up while I was back home in Florida. You can guess how that turned out.”

He wasn’t sure why he was telling this to Roman. It was stupid. Maybe being alone in that apartment for three days without heat caused some brain damage. He explained what had happened to Roman. Well, almost everything. He left out what exactly kept from getting another flight.

Several times he looked up at Roman, expecting him to laugh or make fun of him. Roman did none of those things. He instead leaned against the side of the couch, patiently listening to him. After he finished, there was a lapse of silence. Then Roman spoke,

“You should talk to him.”

Virgil groaned. That damn dreaded phrase. Of course, what else could Roman say? It was true. Only talking would solve this situation. It didn’t mean he didn’t still loathe the idea of it.

“I know.” Virgil said, gritting his teeth as his gaze drifted to the floor, “It’s just I’m...scared.”

It was stupid, Virgil knew, to be afraid of contacting Patton. It wasn’t like the apocalypse would come to fruition or anything. The best-case scenario is that they would remain friends. The worst-case scenario is that they...wouldn’t remain friends and god, that felt worse than death to Virgil. Patton was his only friend, the only person who knew him better than even his parents. Virgil was going to lose him, and like everything else in life, it was all his fault.

He doubted that Roman would understand. From what little he knew of the other, he was confident, cocky, fearless--

“There is no shame in being afraid, you know. I were you, I think I would just as afraid.” Roman said, causing his whirling thoughts to grind to a halt.

“Really?” Virgil gawked up at him.

“Well yeah,” Roman said as he sat down on the couch beside Virgil, “even the bravest of knights have fears.”

“If they’re brave, how can they be afraid then?” Virgil quirked an eyebrow.

“Because bravery is not the absence of fear, it is the ability to continue despite it,” Roman smiled softly, “it is okay to be afraid. However, you must question whether or not is worth it to conquer your fear.”

When Virgil kept staring at him blankly, Roman continued.

“Friendship is like—like a ship!” He snapped his fingers together, “Made up of you and a fellow seafaring traveler—a friend. Together you embark on a wondrous journey, experience amazing things together! But sometimes you might encounter stormy weather or some sort of…sea-witch that threatens to wreck your friend-ship.

“And! You can only save it if you gather the courage to do so. If you jump ship out of fear, the ship will sink. I suppose the question you must ask yourself is: are you willing to go on living with your friendship becoming a shipwreck, or are you willing to attempt to save it from such a fate?”

“Wow…” Virgil said, after finding his voice, “that was incredibly cheesy.”

He’d known Roman had a flair for the dramatics. Once before midterms he found Roman saying a eulogy over his broken jar of crofters jam at 4am in the morning. Still, as cheesy as it’d been, Virgil couldn’t help but be moved.

The fear of rejection was a strong fear. But could he truly live with regrets? Regrets about how he hurt Patton? Regrets about how he didn’t try to fix it? He knew all those fond memories he shared with Patton would become tainted with those regrets. He didn’t want that to happen.

“But,” Virgil spoke up again, “you do have a point.”

Anxious_EmoNightmare is calling…

Patton sunk to the floor beside the refrigerator. He ignored its insistent beeping for him to shut the freezer door. Instead he focused his attention on his phone. Virgil’s profile pic stared back at him. Not a picture of himself, rather, but a drawing of the two Patton had made and given him.

Virgil was an amazing artist, with the knack of creating art that invoked true emotion from the viewer. Patton’s art, on the other hand, was barely a step above stick figures. Still, Virgil treasured Patton’s art enough to use it as a profile pic.

“Aw shucks, kiddo, it’s nothing compared to yours!” Patton had laughed, ducking his head bashfully.

“Yeah but...it’s special ‘cause you made it,” Virgil’s cheeks flushed before mumbling under his breath, “Besidesmyartiskindashittyanyways.”

“What was that?”

“My art is kinda sh--crappy!”

“I will physically fight you if you don’t stop talking about you and your art!” Patton gasped, “Your art is just as--as wonderful, unique and superb as you are!” “No it isn’t.” Virgil groaned, hiding his face with his hands.

“Yes it is!”

“Not it isn’t.”

“Is.”

“Isn’t!”

Patton smiled slyly, “No it isn’t!”

“Yes it is!” Virgil yelled, before the realization dawned on his face.

“So, you doooo admit it.” Patton said as he attempted to keep himself from chuckling.

“You--you tricked me.” Virgil protested, before the two finally burst together into laughter.

That memory usually made him smile. Not today, with his heart hammering in his throat. He stared at the skype call notification, vision blurred with tears. God, he was sick of tears. It felt like in the past year alone, he’d cried enough tears to last a lifetime.

He knew he had to pick up. Time was running short. Hastily, he wiped away his tears and shut the fridge door with his phone-less hand. He took one long deep breath, then pressed accept.

At once the phone screen went blank. A small part of Patton hoped it stayed blank. Then a fuzzy pixelated image came to life--the familiar face of his best friend Virgil filled the screen. He was hunched up in his signature plaid hoodie. The purple bangs that covered half his face made it difficult to tell if he was making eye contact. Patton didn’t recognize his friend’s surroundings at all--meaning he wasn’t at his apartment. Perhaps he was at a friend’s house. The very thought of Patton distracting Virgil from his new friends made his stomach squirm.

Patton swallowed, “H-hey--”

The call immediately ended.

He stared at his phone’s home screen, eyebrows furrowed. Should he call back or…?

Anxious_EmoNightmare is calling…

His phone started buzzing again as Virgil’s profile pic popped up once more. This time Patton clicked on it within the first buzz. Virgil appeared again, fiddling with the sleeve zippers of his hoodie. Patton could hear him taking in slow, measured breaths.

“Uh, sorry.” Virgil said, breaking the palpable silence, “I got...anxious.”

“It’s okay, kiddo.” Patton mustered up a thin smile.

Distantly, in his mind, he worried about what was the cause of Virgil’s anxiety. He knew Virgil was inherently an anxious person whose many fears were largely unfounded. Patton knew this and still loved him, anxiety and all.

Patton’s words did everything but alleviate Virgil, who shrunk even further into himself.

“Look Pat, I’m just gonna come out and say it: it was really shitty of me to ignore your texts for a whole week like that, I shouldn’t have done that--”

“It’s okay, kiddo!” Patton’s smile grew flimsier, unable to keep his voice from cracking, “I know you were probably busy with your friends and all.”

Virgil flinched as if Patton’s words slapped him in the face. He didn’t understand Virgil’s reaction, which alarmed him. Patton usually had a great read on Virgil. Or at least he did five months ago.

“Friends?” Virgil echoed.

“Yeah, friends,” Patton said, “I, um, called your mom--”

“You called my mom? Why?” Virgil demanded.

“I was worried sick!” Patton cried out, a spark of rage he didn’t realize he possessed ignited, “You weren’t responding to my texts or my phone calls. It’s been a whole week-- and with the blizzard, I thought maybe you died!”

Tears rolled down his cheeks as Patton pressed on, “So I called your mom, because I had to know that you were at least okay. And she told me you decided to stay in Massachusetts and--and you were probably busy hanging out with friends. Which is fine! I’m fine! But at least text your best friend and tell them what the hell’s going on.”

Virgil stared at him, pupils dilated and mouth agape. In the stillness, all Patton could hear is Virgil heavily breathing into the mic. Any other time it broke Patton to see his best friend look so...devastated. Not this time. It felt almost triumphant to incite such a reaction in Virgil.

Patton leaned against the refrigerator, heart clanging loudly inside his chest. He hated being angry. He didn’t like how it made him feel. There was just something savagely satisfying about lashing out in anger and it scared him how much he liked it. Patton was angry, yes. He was also frustrated, hurt, confused and a thousand other related synonyms. None of which justified lashing out at Virgil in that way.

“Look, Virge. I’m sorry--”

“No,” Virgil cut in, grimacing, “Don’t apologize, Pat. You have a right to be upset and I--I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I mean, you probably have better friends back in Florida…”

Virgil choked, unable to finish his own sentence. His voice had been relatively calm up until this moment. It’d been that faux calm, one that came from practicing words one hoped never to utter. If Patton knew anything about Virgil and his anxiety, that was most definitely the case.

“Virgil,” Patton inhaled, “I don’t have...any other friends.”

“What?” Virgil asked, looking up at him incredulously.

“Well, I do have friends!” Patton quickly amended, “Not just friends friends if you know what I mean. They’re more like acquaintances if I’m being honest. They’re work and school friends--so they tolerate me because they have to, not because they like me and really they think I’m too annoying and childish--sorry! I’m rambling. I--I haven’t really kept in contact with anyone out of high school besides you. I know it’s pathetic, but you’re my only friend Virgil and I don’t want to lose you--please.”

Virgil blinked at him. Then he laughed, hard enough for tears to come out. High and lilting. Nothing like his usual quiet chuckles. Out of all the outcomes he imagined, Virgil laughing wasn’t one of them. Except it happened. Usually getting a laugh out of Virgil was the highlight of his day. He’d never imagined hearing it would cause his heart to break. He almost considered ending the call there, forgetting it even happened.

The hurt in his face must’ve shown, because Virgil ceased laughing abruptly.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh, I just…” He pauses, fiddling with the ends of his hoodie strings, “Honest to God, you’re my only friend too.”

“What?” Patton croaks out, eyes bulging, “But your mother said--”

“Yeah, well, like a lot of things about my life she was wrong.” Virgil snapped, his ire obviously reserved for her and not Patton.

“Virgil, what...happened?” Patton asked, soft and hesitant.

He was beginning to think that he had the story all wrong. Maybe Virgil didn’t hate him. That he hadn’t change plans last minute without informing Patton or ignored him out of malice. He was still the Virgil Patton knew and loved. He had to be.

Virgil’s fingers tightened around his hoodie strings. His eyes were closed, and Patton could tell by his controlled breaths he was trying to quell his anxiety.

“It’s really stupid,” Virgil begins, “and most of it is my fault because I got anxious and then my one rational brain cell left the building. My mother--she--well, she--”

Virgil let out a huff, frustrated by his inability to speak. Why had he thought a Skype call would be a good idea versus simply texting? Screw it being a show of genuity--he had always been better at transcribing his thoughts in written words rather than spoken ones. He could form his thoughts into a semi-coherent message whereas real time didn’t leave much room for error.

“It’s alright, Virgil,” Patton spoke up, “take your time.”

He looked up at the screen, at Patton who smiled back at him. Not mockingly, but a real, authentic smile meant to reassure him. It was then he remembered why he treasured Patton’s friendship. In high school, people always overlooked Patton as a bubbly airhead. They overlooked his kindness, his refusal to let anyone feel excluded from things. He may not have ever received the top grades in academic subjects, but he possessed wisdom in spades.

Aided by Patton’s encouragement, Virgil continued. His words weren’t perfect. He stumbled and stuttered his way through an explanation. But Patton waited patiently until he regained control of them again. Virgil told him everything.

He admitted to Patton what really happened in the phone conversation between him and his mother. How he accepted her words without a fight, like a coward. How he felt abandoned by his parents, out of sight out of mind. How he spiraled into an anxiety attack, believing he couldn’t tell Patton. Couldn’t let him down or expect Patton to help with his air fares. He thought Patton would forget about him, too busy with hanging out with his real friends to notice Virgil’s absence.

He told him about the broken heater. How he wallowed in his misery rather than figure out a short-term solution for his problem. Waddled up in blankets, lying on a couch. If it hadn’t been for his roommate Roman--well, he didn’t want to think about it.

“He kidnapped you?” Patton asked, gasping.

It had been the first time Patton had said something. All up to this point, he remained attentively listening. Occasionally he nodded or hummed sympathetically to let Virgil know he was paying attention.

“Well, sort of,” Virgil grimaced, “The cold kinda got to me. He was worried I had hypothermia and got a bit panicked. He took me to his brother’s place and offered to let me stay here for the rest of the break. He, well, he encouraged me to talk to you. He’s...a pretty nice dude. Don’t you dare tell him I said that, or it’ll get to his head.”

“Got it.” Patton said, nodding sagely as if the chances of them ever interacting weren’t slim. His eyebrows furrowed, waiting for Virgil to lead the conversation in what direction he’d prefer. A terrible decision, really. Virgil knew the words he had to utter, words that could truly do nothing to fix the damage already done.

“Patton, I’m so sorry about everything,” Virgil blurted out. Quick. Like ripping off a band-aid. He shut his eyes tight, unable to see Patton’s reaction. Because if he couldn’t see it, maybe it’d hurt less when Patton denied his apology. Anxiety logic.

“Virgil...” Patton said softly, “of course I forgive you.”

Immediately a colossus weight lifted up of Virgil at those words. But Patton wasn’t finished speaking, “Who I can’t forgive are your parents.”

“My parents?”

“Virgil, I only know a little from what you told me about them,” Patton hesitated, “but from what I know, you deserve better. They belittle you, refuse to acknowledge your own feelings and insist you only do things their way...that’s not love, Virgil. That’s not how family should act. After all, you can’t spell ‘FAM’ without I L Y.”

Virgil gaped up at Patton’s grainy image on the screen. This news shouldn’t be a huge surprise to him. He knew his parents did some questionable things when it came to parenting. But he had always thought it was his anxiety over-magnifying things. Making mountains out of molehills.

To hear someone point it out and insist it wasn’t right and to have that person be Patton…well.

“You’re not mad at me?” Virgil blurted out, “But I ruined everything, if maybe I’d--”

“Virge, I was more worried than upset,” Patton interrupted firmly, “I was worried about losing our friendship, but more importantly I was worried if you were okay.”

“Oh,” Virgil said faintly, “Well you shouldn’t worry, ‘cause that’s my job.”

“I care about you, I’m going to worry whether you like it or not, mister.”

“Well maybe I’m not worth worrying over.”

“How dare you!” Patton gasped dramatically, “I will physically fight you!”

“Pat, you’re not even here with me--”

“I will personally book a ticket to Massachusetts if I have too!”

“Wait you’d do that? For real?”

“Well, of course,” Patton said, “we’re best friends, aren’t we?”

Virgil stared at him. Patton’s tear-encrusted face alit with a soft glow. His lips pressed into a small smile, one that always been reserved for Virgil and him alone. He felt both foolish and grateful. Foolish for ever doubting Patton. Grateful for the fact that Patton refused to give up on him, even when Virgil himself believed he should.

“Yeah, of course,” Virgil agreed, a lump forming in his throat, “I, uh, value our friend-chip a lot.”

Patton’s resulting squeal almost broke Virgil’s eardrums. But that was okay, because he’d rather be deaf if it meant he was still friends with one Patton Hart.

#thomas sanders #sander sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #moxiety #kat writes

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silvergalaxyx7 · 3 years ago

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Friday Night Funkin Original Story (Corrupta Nigrum) [Part 1: Unwanted Knowledge]

Part 1: Unwanted Knowledge

Another day of rap battling different people and creatures, sometimes things in between the two, had passed in the city of Melo Dee within the world of Friday Night Funkin’ as Boyfriend and Girlfriend made their way down the decrepit streets of the city, melody and beats filling the air as the smell of char and asphalt was all that greeted them as they continued to make their way down the sidewalk, passing along locations that had once visited, foes and opponents that had turned into their allies.

From a living bomb to a friendly man with an unhealthy smoking habit, they had perhaps seen it all with there being a lot more to come in between Boyfriends fairly challenging endeavor to gain the respect needed in order to achieve Girlfriend’s love, though the girl he had adorned needed no such regulations or ranks in order to love the man of her dreams.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t very much liked in the romantic aspect of her life, though that was until Boyfriend had showed up, his affinity with words immediately melting her heart.

She liked the short and cute ones.

“Boop bebop skidoo? (Hey babe, what’s with the letter?)” Boyfriend asked, holding the girl’s hand as they turned another corner, Girlfriend having held onto a pretty degraded piece of paper that was folded around a red ribbon.

“Hmm, honestly, I don’t know,” the girl looked down at the paper, rubbing her thumb over the ribbon, “Daddy only told me to deliver it to some man living in 20 Etho Street, but that street is pretty far away from our house, so it’s pretty weird that he told both of us to deliver it when he could have done it alot faster.”

“Beep baaa, skebop… (Probably just another attempt at getting rid of me....)” Boyfriend scoffed as they turned what seemed to be another corner, the home they were looking for seeming to stand out from the array of similar homes along the street, it being a Victorian home with brown and gold outlines, an almost ancient outlook of the more modernized structures that dotted the city.

“Oh, don’t be rude!” Girlfriend placed her head on Boyfriend’s shoulder, “He hasn’t tried to kill you in at least a month.”

“Beep bababa! (That doesn’t make me feel better!)” Boyfriend exclaimed, before sighing in frustration, “Beed bebo bada kpop. (Maybe he’s taking his time to plan something big so I can’t win against it.)”

“And has that stopped you so far?” Girlfriend gave a warm smile, her brunette hair glistening in the sunlight.

“Beep dooo… (I guess not…)” Boyfriend mumbled to himself, “Batta, beep bebop skidoo! (Honestly, how many inconveniently placed portals have to open before we decide to just stay home!)”

Girlfriend simply giggled in response, shaking her head slowly as they neared the entrance of the address.

“Don’t worry Boyfriend, you’ll always be there to help me out whenever we get into unwanted trouble, right?” she held the boy’s hand tighter as Boyfriend sighed with a smile.

“Beep badoo… (Of course I will…)” the boy said as he kissed the girl on the cheek, “Beaa deep beep boop. (Now let’s get this mission over with so I can actually relax for the weekend.)”

With that, Girlfriend rung the doorbell of the home, a gargoyle seemingly carved onto the door holding a door knocker on its mouth before the inanimate creature opened its eyes, a red glow coming from what appeared to be two rubies that served as its pupils before a latch suddenly opened underneath them, the couple falling into the hole.

“BEEEEP BADAAA! (GODDAMNIT!)” Boyfriend yelled as both he and Girlfriend fell into the black abyss underneath them.

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The world around Boyfriend had gone dark, the boy laying suspended in what seemed to be ignite darkness in all directions, though as he looked down at his hands, they were still apparent against all levels of low light that surrounded him, the boy trying to call out to Girlfriend as he found himself incapable of speaking.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” a familiar, snobbish voice called out to the void, its words echoing all around the boy.

He looked below his feet to see some sort of figure rising up from the darkness beneath him and Boyfriend focused on the details of who hovered in front of him.

A teenage boy with some sort of school uniform, a pinkish sweater being hung around his shoulder as the boy had ocean eyes and golden hair, but his expression that would usually portray such beauty and elegance was instead represented with a pained and almost depressed look.

This was Senpai, an artificial character within a game that Girlfriend’s father, Daddy Dearest, an ex-rockstar/musician, had created, this being the virtual skin that held together a lost spirit of a boy that Boyfriend had never gotten a clear answer as to how he was trapped in the first place.

He had promised Senpai that he would find a way for him to escape his imprisonment, but what was he doing here?

Boyfriend tried to ask such a question, only to be reminded that he could not speak.

“Being trapped in a void, unable to do anything to escape the grapes of an invisible force keeping you in place, is truly horrifying, right?’ Senpai continued, opening his tired eyes as their usual blue color almost seemed desaturated into a gray hue, “Not being able to speak as if you're trapped behind a smiling shell of a body.”

What did he want from him?

“You promised me my freedom, did you not?” Senpai’s echoing voice momentarily grew louder, the man’s tone no longer its pixelated composite, but rather that of an actual person, as his eyes began shifting into a deep red, “You promised me that I could escape, that you would stop all of the dark arts that held me to this dimension, this prison, like a dog in a cage, and yet you still hang around her?”

He needed more time, more options in how to go about his plan without breaking up with one of the only people who understood him in a capable, non-obsessive relationship.

He couldn’t simply stop seeing Girlfriend.

“You…..promised….” Senpai began to softly sob, his tears a black, inky mess as his body began to slowly break apart.

No….not break apart, but more so begin to melt into itself, the boy’s legs extending down like melted wax as his arms soon followed, the man’s fibers and muscle pulling back to reveal a horrible burned and reddened corpse of what once was a normal person living a fairly average life, the corpse continuing to cry inky tears as it held onto Boyfriend's shirt tighter as it got close enough to whisper into his ears.

“Heed my warning,” it said in between sobs, “She is a monster like her father and mother, though neither she nor you are willing to except such a fact, but leave her side before you get raptured in a game that you cannot escape from, a game that I once tried to play, only to be trapped here.”

He promised, nodding his head although his expression was uncertain if he was capable of telling such a truth to Girlfriend at all.

As Senpai finished, the corpse let go of Boyfriend's body, falling into the darkness below as thousands of screams echoed the darkness around him, the boy covering his ears, begging for the calamity of noise to cease at once, but he had no control over his senses, only wishing for the screams to stop.

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“Boyfriend…?” Girlfriend’s voice entered Boyfriend’s ears as the boy struggled to open his eyes.

How deep was that fall?

“Boyfriend?” Girlfriend’s voice continued calling out to him as the boy turned, his vision slightly returning back to him, though his beloved’s voice seemed to become clearer.

He placed his hand behind his head, an aching sensation taking over.

“Boyfriend!” Girlfriend’s voice pierced the blurry confusion as Boyfriend’s attention was placed on his beloved, her beautiful eyes staring back at him, “Boyfriend, are you alright?”

“Bee? Beop, bebed, bebed, beep strollo, badoo. Beep donofrio? (Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just a small headache is all. How deep was that fall?)” Girlfriend placed her hand out as Boyfriend looked at it, hesitation taking over his senses as Senpai’s warning struck him once again, the boy shaking his head of worries before grabbing ahold of his beloved’s hand, pulling himself up.

Patting away at his pants to clear an extreme amount of dust from it, the boy looked at where they were, amazement being an understatement of the extreme environment he was staring at.

To what they believed to be a home, a library stood underneath it, but it's bookshelves seemed to go on for dozens of feet into the air, though their tops still visible, the couple standing on an elegant carpet of sorts that had some sort of image ordained into it, though it was far too large for either of them, to see.

As both looked around them, they found that the location they were in wasn’t actually a library, but rather an extreme large room of sorts, the bookshelves serving as the walls of the rooms itself, a complex yet magnificent chandelier hanging from the center ceiling of the room, washing a warm orange light into its entire structure, candles hanging from the wooden spines of each shelf as the couple’s eyes finally looked back down onto their level, seeing what appeared to be a figure sitting on a chair in front of a desk that too was piled with books upon books.

To the side of the desk lay what appeared to be a blackboard littered with writings in languages Boyfriend hadn’t understood in addition to diagrams and a few posters, one for a show featuring the picture of Daddy Dearest, another for a concert in which Starlight Mayhem were the main band playing, and another poster, this one being a wanted poster for none other than Ruv, a well known criminal and protector of the Holy Granda Church, with another belonging to Whitty, the living bomb Boyfriend and Girlfriend had faced before in the alleyway not too far from here actually.

On top of Whitty’s poster was a chalk interpretation of an eye with six lashes protruding from its center.

“H-Hello there!” Girlfriend called out, digging into her hair to pull out the letter.

The figure sitting at the desk jolted up for a second, stopping what it was doing before turning around to simply be a man.

“O-Oh, Miss Dearest, I hadn’t known you would arrive this early!” the man quickly apologized, standing up as the couple got to take a good look at who they were dealing with.

The man was fairly tall, not as much as Whitty or Daddy Dearest, but obviously and sadly much higher than Boyfriend was, much to the boy’s disliking, wearing a cinnamon red tuxedo while sporting fairly short but curly brown hair, glasses with black rims, a red tie to go along with his suit, fancy black pants and shoes, light brown skin, and overall a careful but friendly smile.

“Oh, it was no problem, really!” Girlfriend passed the letter to the man who walked up to the couple, “Wait, do I know you?”

The man stopped with a warm smile, his eyes now close enough to the two that they could tell he was tired.

“No, unfortunately, but I did work fairly close with your father in terms of your family as a whole, the Dearests and the Gouge’s (go-shay) being fairly close in terms of the works of arcane studies and discovery,” the man stopped talking, placing the letter in his pocket, “Oh, my apologies again, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Geovanni Gouge, heralder of the tomes of magic and knowledge of this world and sorcery of reality and the arcane elements of this world.”

“I didn’t know you and my family were that close!” Girlfriend gave a small smile, “Though if Daddy’s recent obstacles are anything to look at, it would make sense that he would try and get the most powerful spells and portals he can. Oh, um, I’m-”

“Lucy “Girlfriend” Gearest Cameron Dearest, I know,” the man shook the girlfriend’s hand before turning to Boyfriend whose expression shifted from intrigue to shock at the mention of his beloved’s name being something other than what he had been calling her their entire relationship, “And you must be the prestigious, or perhaps now abhorred, Boyfriend.”

“Beep, deboo, brapap? (You’ve heard of me?” Boyfriend asked as Geovanni simply stood there, perplexed at the barrage of beeps and boops that Boyfriend was spouting.

“U-Um, pardon?” he said with a nervous smile.

“Oh, that’s just how he talks,” Girlfriend explained.

“Oh dear, how long have you spoken like that?” the man kneeled down to be at Boyfriend’s height, lifting the boy’s head up with one finger as he trailed two fingers down the boy’s throat.

“Beep depop, brabab. (I’ve had it ever since I was born, but it looks like only a few people like Girlfriend can really understand what I’m saying.)” Boyfriend explained as Girlfriend translated.

“Wait, he said all of that in just a couple of sounds?” Geovanni asked as Girlfriend nodded.

“Mhm! It makes communication a bit easier when it requires less words, but translation is a bit of a hassle,” Girlfriend explained.

“Interesting indeed!” Geovanni’s eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity, “So it seems as if the melody larynx of our biology and physiology can be converted into natural language through some unusual birthing process, which itself is fairly intriguing in general, but learning this can create a more communicable environment for people to live within.”

“Oh no…” Girlfriend quickly pulled Boyfriend away from the man, a look of concern on the girl’s face, “You’re not another Springheel, are you?”

“Doctor Springheel?” Geovanni tilted his head with a calm smile, “No, but he is a good friend of mine. I do wonder how he is doing nowadays, especially since the last time I had seen him, he was chasing after Carla Furrow in college, what he called the “next step in his life and career” having started with her at his side.”

“Beep bada, bop bop! (Yeah, the next step probably went along the lines of cutting people’s hearts out!)” Boyfriend exclaimed as the translation was made.

“He….he what?!” Geovanni looked at the couple with a look of concern on the man’s face before groaning and rubbing his temples, “Oh Jack, what have you gotten yourself into?”

“You’re….you’re not going to hurt us, are you?” Girlfriend asked, she and Boyfriend a few feet away from the man.

“What? No, of course not!” Geovanni frantically shook his head with a sheepish smile, “Sorry, I tend to get rather excited about new discoveries such as this one, though I apologize if I came off as a bit invading in nature.

I suppose a bit of Jack’s personality must have rubbed off on me when we studied together as partners, though while he searched for the complexity of romance and its applications to the world, I sparked an interest in the arcane world and I…...um, you know what, nevermind!”

“You, what?” Girlfriend asked, her curiosity leaking out a bit.

“No, it would only upset you further, so forget it!” Geovanni shook his head before returning to his desk.

“Beep bop dep skidoo! (How about we rap battle for your secret?)” Boyfriend suggested as Girlfriend simply gave a disapproving look.

“Honey, I know you usually use your funking awesome skills to win against people, but Geovanni isn’t hurting us, so I think it would be best if we-” though without getting another world in, Boyfriend ran up to the man, Girlfriend simply face palming in response before walking behind, “Of course you don’t listen to me.”

“Brap bada, beep bop! (Come on Mr. Gouge, let’s have a rap battle!)” Boyfriend exclaimed as Girlfriend simply translated, though at a much more irritated rate.

“What?” Geovanni turned around, having already opened the letter before promptly throwing it in the trash, “You want to rap battle me for my answers. Doesn’t that seem rather invading of you?”

Girlfriend and Boyfriend simply looked at the man with a knowing look, Geovanni giving a small laugh, scratching his head in defeat.

“Very well, though I am not that well when it comes to singing, though I should know enough if the rumours about you are true in nature, not to mention that if they are, this would be a bit unfair of a battle due to experience, but I am much older than you both so fine,” Geovanni sighs.

“Oh, wait, I forgot to bring-”

“Your speakers?” Geovanni smiled, tapping his shoes a couple of times against the floor as the carpet underneath them began to glow, a large circle with complex lines within it appearing to their side as Girlfriend’s speakers shot through it as it acted like a portal, the musical piece landing on the floor with a thump as Girlfriend kissed Boyfriend on the cheek before sitting on them in her usual spot.

“Wow, how did you even-”

“Like I had mentioned, I am a master of the magical and arcane arts!” Geovanni snapped his fingers as glowing circles next to both him and Boyfriend which released the microphones needed for the battle, “Very well Mr. Boyfriend, let us see what skills you have!”

And so, the battle commences!

[If I had any skill, I would make a FNF mod about this encounter, but since I don’t, and because my only actual skill is writing, I’ll just describe what is occurring within the battle:

Battle Name - “Arcane Beats”

Geovanni Gouge’s Voice - Piano ( C piano key for up, D piano key for down, G piano key for left, and A piano key for right)

Battle Mode - Easy (Default)

Battle Style - Unlike most mods, this battle won’t include Boyfriend repeating any of Geovanni’s beats, as well as the fact that Geovanni himself is second to start the battle, but rather Boyfriend and Geovanni both sing their own beats in a calm and fairly slow rhythmic battle while only occasionally filling in each other’s melody (for example: Geovanni goes up down, up down, up down, and Boyfriend fills it in with left right, left right, left, right). The background are the rrom’s bookshelves and the latch where the couple had fallen from with the occasional book flying passed them both while Girlfriend sits in her normal position, the fluffy carpet underneath them being visible to the player as the image the couple couldn’t see is actually a large tree branching off into small circles (a reference to Yggdrasil, the world tree).

Geovanni’s Movements -

Up (Geovanni brings his microphone close to his mouth, small sparkles coming from the ground beneath him)

Down (Geovanni seems to sigh, a small cloud escaping his mouth)

Left (Geovanni brings his arms to the air, his right one pointing to the left of the screen as a magic circle forms at the tip of his finger, his eyes also seeming to become complex circles of magic akin to those of Marvel sorcerers)

Right (Geovanni turns so that his back faces the screen, pointing his right hand to the right of the screen as a magical circle forms from the tip of his finger, the man’s head only slightly looking at the screen as he winks).

It’s to also note that if this were a physical mod, rather than a script and literary retelling of it, Geovanni would sometimes be animated doing something during Boyfriend’s longer turns, this happening three times in this minute and a half long battle, the first where Geovanni catches a flying book from the background before tossing it offscreen, the second being where he just looks at the screen and gives a shy wave as small sparkles float around his face, and the third being him forming a magical circle under his microphone, levitating it slightly before catching it again, though his arrow movements may interrupt any one of these animated emotes.

And that’s the first battle!]

“Goodness, these kinds of things take a lot out of you, don’t they?” Geovanni took a few breaths while Boyfriend remained perfectly fine.

“Beep bebop, beep bop. (You betcha homie, but I think it's time you complete your part of the deal.)” Boyfriend smiled with confidence as Girlfriend translated, Geovanni simply groaning.

“Right, well, I suppose I…..er, I probably, maybe, could have been spying on you and your boyfriend since you both got together,” Geovanni squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting an angry response, only to feel his hand being grabbed with gentle care.

The man opened his eyes to find Girlfriend and Boyfriend smiling back.

“Oh, is that all?” Girlfriend said nonchalantly.

“Wait, you’re not upset?” Geovanni asked as the couple simply broke out into laughter.

“Beep, skedo, bop beep beep boop, bap! (Dude, half of the people we meet on a regular basis are spying on us, but unlike a lot of them, you’re not pissed at Girlfriend’s dad or at me for that matter!)” Boyfriend explained.

“Heh, yeah, you’re a really nice guy, and those are really hard to come by, so don’t worry about it,” Girlfriend continued Boyfriend’s explanation, “We’re not mad at you.”

“Really?” Geovanni looked at the couple, both giving an affirmative nod as the man smiled back, some sense of happiness and hope restored in the man’s heart, “Well, that isn’t something that I expected from this encounter, though I am glad you aren’t feeling uncomfortable from that news

In all honesty, Daddy Dearest assigned me to spy on you both, though from spying on your encounters it seems as if I am not the only hired watcher, though after a while it became a rather pleasurable hobby of mine, seeing the determination and confidence you derive from your recklessness when placed in rather difficult situations, especially with rifts that have been opening around the city in the past few weeks, hell months, which is the reason behind your sendoff to various realities and time periods.

Researching and paying attention to branching forms of our dimension, universe, reality, and timeline isn’t an easy task, but as long as it keeps everyone safe, it is a duty that I must perform to my full capabilities.

Seeing various versions of you fighting, losing, changing into various form, and becoming…….um, nevermind that, but you are extremely determined when it comes to gaining the approval of those that harm you, your goal and endeavour to be with the woman of your dreams a valuable one and one that I enjoy viewing, almost as if it were a story in some goofy video game or something along those lines.”

“Hang on, other versions of him?” Girlfriend asked as Geovanni nodded, pointing to his blackboard as a magical circle appeared from the tips of his fingers, bringing the object closer to both of them, its wheels floating above the carpet as it couldn’t roll, the man pointing to various branches that marked with the letters FNFD and a number after it.

“Yes, our world of Friday Night Funkin is an intriguing one indeed, though it is obviously not the only one and new variations of your encounters and lives are being written everyday, some better than others in terms of their outcomes or overall themes in nature, though they are each unique to say the least,” Geovanni pointed to each branch before trailing over to a strangely anatomically correct interpretation of his own head, a circle around the throat area, “An interesting result of living in such a musically enhanced world would be our capabilities to transform of voices into those of instruments or sounds that can act as an instrument itself, mine, as you’ve seen, being that of a piano while yours and Girlfriend’s seems to be the second variation of sorts wherein you use your voices to implement some type of sound that can be repeatedly used to create a melody of sorts through that specific type of larynx in your throat regions, though Boyfriend's could be due to his short stature since body structure is also a factor in voices.”

“Beep bebop, bep bop, skedo bep. (Well, I have no idea what any of that means, but I think we should get going.)” Boyfriend explained as his beloved translated.

“Oh, before you go can you do me two favors?” Geovanni asked the couple as they stopped in their tracks to pay attention.

“Yes, what do you need?” Girlfriend asked before Boyfriend could protest.

“Well, first I want Boyfriend to accept this gift for understanding my actions and so I can see its effects on him, in a ethical manner mind you,” Geovanni took two of his fingers and began drawing an invisible circle on his throat before one of his magical circles appeared at that same spot as the man pulled his hand away, a projection of that smaller circle, this being a larger amber circle, the default color of the constructs, appearing on his palm as the man gestured the boy come forward.

Boyfriend looked over at Girlfriend who gave a nod of approval as the boy did as instructed, heading over to Georvanni as the man lifted the boy’s head again, this time shrinking the larger magical circle and retracing it on Boyfriend’s throat, a tickling sensation filling the boy’s body as he could barely contain his laughter, Geovanni laughing along with him before finishing his spell, waving his hand as the magical circles dissipated.

“Alright, all done,” Geovanni announced as Boyfriend opened his eyes, looking at his body in confusion.

“Um, what exactly did you do?” Boyfriend asked before placing his hands to his mouth in surprise, Girlfriend responded with a sudden gasp, “Woah, I can…..lalalala, macaroni, clouds, love, I love Girlfriend…...hahaha! Oh my god!”

“It’s a temporary spell, it should end in about a few days, but I do hope it helps with communication once in a while, so take it as a gift of appreciation from me to both of you-” Geovanni stopped, Boyfriend embracing the man in a hug as he stood perplexed before hugging ther boy back.

“Thank you so much!” Boyfriend grinned, placing his fist out for a fistbump, “You’re a really awesome dude!”

“It is my greatest pleasure,” Geovanni gave a warm smile, bumping his fist with Boyfriend’s, “As for my second favor, if you wouldn’t mind, I would like to have one final battle with you both, no third battle necessary.”

“Absolutely dude!” Boyfriend grabbed hold of his microphone with a confident smile, Girlfriend sitting back on top of her speakers as she gave a nod of thanks to Geovanni who returned it, grabbing his microphone as well.

“Shall we commence?” Geovanni asked.

And so, the second battle commenced!

[This one is a bit easier to explain as it shares the same animation with the first, with slight differences that makes the end of this part rather interesting:

Battle Name - “Voiced Love”

Battle Style - Medium (Default)

Geovanni’s Movements - While the same as the first time, the music is a lot more faster but still lighthearted, actually matching the tempo of the song “Wife Forever” in the Sky mod, and both Geovanni and Boyfriend seem to have a closer friendship, the man’s icon at the bottom of the screen showing his face, when brought to the left, just seem to smile in happy defeat…...though things aren’t what they seem. At the end of a fairly fast up and down rhythm towards the end of the forty second song, right as Boyfriend is finishing the last few notes, Geovanni winces, his eye twitching as behind him a faint magical circle constructs turns gray then red before disappearing, the man standing in place, confused as to what just happened, as the song ends and the screen fades to black as the story continues.]

“Hold on,” Geovanni places one finger out in contemplation, “Something isn’t right.”

“Oh boy, here comes the magical transformation…” Girlfriend sighed in expecting disappointment.

“No, something is just wrong…...wrong with you,” he pointed slowly at Girlfriend who sat up, looking at both Boyfriend and Geovanni with a perplexed expression.

“Excuse me-”

“Oh, she’s a demon like her father and mother,” Boyfriend interjected as Girlfriend glares at the boy, the girl’s eyes momentarily glinting red.

“Yes, I know that, but something isn’t right…..something inside her,” Geovanni dropped his mic before placing his hands together, pulling them apart as a magical line formed, the sorcerer wrapping it around other lines until another magical construct circle was formed, this one moreso resembling a flower, as the man began to place it in front of Girlfriend before the girl sprouted her demon wings and flew over to Boyfriend who looked at her in equal confusion.

“H-Hey, cut that out!” Girlfriend snapped back, hiding behind Boyfriend who stepped in front of her protectively.

“Please stand still…” Geovanni groaned, bringing the flower circle in front of Boyfriend before Girlfriend grabbed them both, bringing them to the air.

“Stop trying to view my essence!” Girlfriend shouted back.

“Ah, so you do know what this does,” Geovanni asked, his expression shifting into that of concern, “Then please, let me just-”

“No!” Girlfriend flew over to the corner of the room, holding Boyfriend up as a meat shield.

“Woah, essence?” Boyfriend asked, “What’s that?”

Geovanni once again tried to move the circle toward their direction, but Girlfriend simply flew towards another corner, so the circle followed, then up and then down, until the man simple sighed, bringing the circle back towards him, though it did not dissipate like the others, instead going in front of him so that the couple could peer through it and see tha man’s own body.

“It’s a magic substance that all magical beings have within their body, like a soul type of x-ray that we use to ensure that a creature is in a healthy form of being and as you can see,” Geovanni waved his arm, the circle spinning before blackened like an x-ray screen, reappearing as a shadowy outline of the man was seen, a yellow glow serving as his blood and muscle as red lines represented his nervous system, his heart being outlined and surrounded by blue waves, “My soul is seen as health since many sorcerers have blue souls such as mine, representing purity and good health while demons and other creatures have purple souls due to a different form of magic, although I too am capable of performing the dark arts although I was born human so the appearance isn’t shown.”

“And why do you need Girlfriend’s scan?” Boyfriend asked.

“It would be easier to explain if she would stand still and allow me to scan her,” Geovanni moved the circle towards the couple as Girlfriend flew out of the way, now dropping Boyfriend on the ground as the man once again groaned in frustration, continuing to move the circle, “I have a large array of spells as I explained, but one of the spells that I placed on myself would alert me if a specific presence was nearby, an entity that would take me mere days to explain the danger of, but I must know if Girlfriend has it within her essence.”

“I don’t!” Girlfriend responded, dodging another attempt at being scanned.

“Then why are you flying away young lady?” Geovanni tapped his foot on the ground impatiently, trying to move his hand in order to transport the circle, but his tiredness took over as the man simply rubbed his temples, dispelling the circle away, Girlfriend flying back down before landing on the carpet which began to apparently rot under her mere presence, the girl’s purple skin, horns, wings, and red glistening eyes burning a bit brighter than Boyfriend had seen last time.

“Boyfriend, we’re leaving!” Girlfriend grabbed her beloved’s arm.

“W-Wait, shouldn’t we hear him out fir-”

“No!” Girlfriend snapped back, flying up to the latch until she realized that it was gone, a solid ceiling replacing it, “What the….?”

“You cannot leave this place, not if I’m right about what you hold,” Geovanni sat back down on his chair which he turned so that he was facing the couple.

“If you don’t let us out, I swear I will-”

“Call your parents?” Geovannit took a deep breath, “Lucy, I-”

“Girlfriend,” the girl corrected with a growing anger in her tone.

“R-Right, Girlfriend, you don’t quite realize the danger that you are holding within your current physical form, and if it is what I fear it may be, I think it would be best you listen before something bad happens, like you hurting yourself and hurting Boyfriend of all people,” the man gestured to the boy who remained silent, unsure as to what was happening as he looked at Girlfriend for some answers.

Girlfriend simply stared back, her irritated expression now shifting to concern and a small hint of guilt, before scoffing and crossing her arms.

“How about we have one final rap battle?” she asked as the man tilted his head in confusion.

“A rap battle, now?” Geovanni stood up from his chair, now his irritation beginning to grow, “If you are aware of what you are holding, you’re balancing the lives of thousands, if not millions of lives on some friendly game of melody in order to hide away a secret you haven’t told your beloved boyfriend yet?! Don’t you remember what had occurred with Tabi-”

“One rap battle, take it or leave it,” Girlfriend restated her request.

“You’re serious…...aren’t you?” Geovanni gave a small laugh of disbelief, tapping his foot on the ground before sighing as he nodded his head in slow contemplation, “Very well, but here are the regulations. If I win, you will tell me everything you know about the creature inside of you and you will allow me to heal you and figure out a way to kill it…..if it’s even possible to do so…..and we will gather with your parents for additional assistance, but if you win, then I shall leave you be, though I do have to warn you that it is best of the former occurs for the sake of all life.”

“Alright, Boyfriend, get your mic and let’s end this already-”

“Upupup, I think you might have misheard me,” Geovanni crossed his arms before snapping, one microphone flying into his hands as the other bonked the back of Girlfriend’s head after flying from Boyfriend’s hand, “I said if you win, so I suggest you get to singing.”

“Argh, fine! I’m a little rusty, but if it keeps you from going into something you have no right in looking into, then it’s worth it!” Girlfriend retorted, grabbing ahold of her mic as a dark mist envelopes her, Geovanni waving his hand as a circle formed in front of him, this one thicker than the rest.

If both Boyfriend and Geovanni agreed on one thing, it was that you didn’t mess with Girlfriend when she unlocked her demon form…...and now the demon was out.

The man would need all the protection he could get.

And so, the third battle commences.

[Oh boy, this one would be one of the hardest to animate, but thank god I don’t have to!

So, here we go:

Battle Name - “Dark Resistance”

Battle Style - Hard (Default) Girlfriend’s Movements - So, in this final round of part one, we end up playing as Demon Girlfriend who has the voice of an electric guitar like Whitty and a new appearance which basically is the Girlfriend but with purple skin, two stubs for horns, red eyes like Daddy Dearest and Mommy Mearest, bat like wings, and a whole lot of f*** you!

Her movements would be as follows:

Up (Girlfriend’s whole body moves up, her wings as well, as her red eyes glow brighter than her other movements, where we can see a bit of her fangs.)

Down (Girlfriend moves her entire body down, her wings hiding above her body like an umbrella, her entire figure looking like a predator about to pounce on its victim.)

Left (Same as down, but Girlfriend’s wings are spread out in anger and she is slightly moved to the left.)

Right (Same as left but for the right, only Girlfriend’s hand is extended out, almost as if telling Boyfriend to stand back, her claws now showing.)

Geovanni’s Movements - Same as with his others, but he now sports a more concerned expression and not having any animations, not wanting to do this, but Girlfriend had left him no choice. He’s going to have to fight through her resistance.

Behind Girlfriend is a magic circle similar to Geovanni’s, though it appears to be black with red outlines that seem to portray a pentagon with a single red eye at its center.

Boyfriend isn’t seen on screen as the speakers radiate with a red energy.

As the battle continues on, Girlfriend begins to seemingly drip a black liquid from her eyes and mouth, though her movements stay the same.

It’s an extreme fast pace battle with one or two sets of full arrow sets thrown in by surprise, this song having a tempo mixture similar to “Manifest” from the Sky mod and “Genocide” from the Tabi mod.

Something that I like is that if you intentionally try to lose, Girlfriend lowers her head for a moment before yelling into her microphone, the “Game Over” screen shattering as the battle continues, almost as if she won’t even let you, the player, stop her from hiding her own secret.

In any case Girlfriend wins the match with her default scown and crossing of arms whenever you don’t press any arrow keys as Geovanni stays in his own stance, one hand in his pocket as the other holds his microphone, though his default smile is now replaced with nervousness as the shield breaks.

The demon has won.]

“Urgh!” Geovanni falls onto the floor as Girlfriend throws her microphone at the man in anger, the man dodging as the microphone embeds itself into the floor, “Goddammit! Why won’t you listen to me?!”

“We had a deal…” Girlfriend crossed her arms, Boyfriend being seen in the background, his face concerned and justifiably afraid.

He hadn’t heard a voice that loud since Sunday last week.

“Girlfriend, that black liquid,” Geovanni stood up, waving his hand as a magical circle summons a handkerchief on the man’s hand as he leans it to wipe it, Girlfriend simply blinking and taking a deep breath as her demon form recedes, her normal appearance returning once again.

“See, I got it,” Girlfriend turns to walk towards Boyfriend before stopping, her head remaining unturned from the man as she says in a low voice, “You should really learn how to back off.”

“Girlfriend….” Geovanni sighs before shaking his head and sitting back down, snapping his fingers as the latch reopens, a circular staircase forming little by little until it was complete, Girlfriend reaching into her hair before taking out a rope and tying it around her speakers, placing them on her back as she continued along the staircase.

“Come on Boyfriend, Carol’s waiting for us at the coffee shop a few blocks back,” Girlfriend called out as Boyfriend gave a nod and a smile, turning to look at Geovanni with a frown as the man simply waved his hand with an understanding nod.

“Go on, I’ll be fine.”

“Thank you again,” Boyfriend gave a small nod before following Girlfriend.

Geovanni looked up at the two, digging into his pocket before taking out some type of monocle, placing before his eye as he peered at the speakers behind Girlfriend, the peering spell embedded in the artifact allowing the man to see through the common disguise of the musical piece, the three speakers instead being three large crystals, but not any crystals, rather Amarok Crystals which can only be carried by demons through some enchantment making them hard to be wielded by other beings…….and the perfect source to drain the energy produced by the melodies that individuals sing throughout rap battles without hurting the individual in question.

All those factors, all those components, meant one thing, the very thing that Geovanni had feared…...Girlfriend held the Nigrum.

“Dammit….” the man sighed.

He slammed his fist onto the arms of his chair, knowing that were he to call Daddy Dearest or Mommy Mearest, the former probably the main reason behind placing his daughter under this unfair predicament, the demon would argue his own twisted reason for doing most of the things he does to others for the sake of either being the best or being the most well known demon in MeloDee city and the world.

The two would perhaps do to him as they do to all others who get in their way, trapping him in some pocket reality or prison, though Geovanni himself was powerful enough to evade their tactics, having researched them all, though then he would have no demonic leads into killing the being.

“What do I do now….?” Geovanni asked himself, turning his chair around to get back to reading until his eyes landed on a poster to his side.

The poster itself illustrated a church with a large amount of crappy photoshop art interpreting angels, crosses, puppies and for some reason napoleon ice cream, the main headline reading:

“JOIN SARVENTE’S CHURCH FOR THE ASCENDED AND THE BLESSED TODAY! BECOME ONE WITH GOD!”

“Maybe…” Geovanni contemplated for a moment before lifting himself up from his chair, grabbing one of his books with him, and twirling his finger with a magic circle, his cloak from the clothes rack behind the staircase flying over to him as he placed it on, climbing up the staircase while staring into the address of the poster.

Perhaps it would be best to get some alternative demonic assistance.

- End Of Part 1 -

Friday Night Funkin' is an open-source donationware rhythm game developed by Cameron "ninjamuffin99" Taylor, David "PhantomArcade" Brown, Isaac "kawaisprite" Garcia, and evilsk8r.

#friday night funkin #original story #Corrupta Nigrum #Geovanni Gouge

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