Friday Night Funkin:

Power Rangers:Rhythm Force!

This is my official au of an FNF crew who could be the next generation of the Morphin Grid. Feel free to Roleplay with the characters and form new friendships with them. Here the au so far my friends. Read it carefully before joining the Roleplay.

In a world where music is a fundamental energy source, the evil Lord Harmoni, a corrupted former music producer who seeks to control all sound,is turning vibrant music into a monotonous, destructive hum. A reclusive, wise mentor,a retired rock star or music teacher,discovers five teenagers with an innate connection to specific musical frequencies.

They are given the ability to harness the "Rhythm Grid" and morph into the Power Rangers:Rhythm Force. Lord Harmoni sends out "Monotones" meaning monsters made of dull sound.

Right now,the five teens are hanging out at The Drop,a popular spot for local musicians. Boyfriend is challenging anyone to a rap battle while Girlfriend on the other hand is cheering him on. Pico is sketching in the corner. Skid and Pump are practicing their spooky dance moves by the jukebox.

BF:Bap skbep bep boop?

GF:You'll find someone to battle, BF,patience.

Suddenly, a strange, low hum permeates the air. Outside, the vibrant sounds of the city—car horns, chatter, music from passing cars—abruptly stop. A dull,grey haze seems to settle over everything visible through the windows. The only sound is a disturbing, monotonous thump-thump-thump that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. The Jukebox drains the world of its musical energy.

The lively background music abruptly cuts out. All chatter stops. Outside the windows, the vibrant colors of the city seem to subtly drain to a dull grey.

Pump:Hey,where'd the spooky music go?

Skid:It's not spooky, it's just... quiet.

The Jukebox sputters and goes dead. DJ Master H, who usually spins records behind the counter, slams his hands on the table, his face grave.

DJ Master H:It's begun.

He murmurs, his eyes wide with concern.

DJ Master H:Quick,all of you! Back room! Now!

The teens, sensing the unusual urgency, follow him into the back. He hurries them all into the back room, which is a surprisingly high-tech studio filled with blinking lights and strange musical instruments.

In the center of the room are five devices on pedestals,glowing faintly. There is a Mic Morpher,Boombox Blaster,Synthesizer Saber and Drumstick Nunchucks.

GF:Whoa... what is all this?

DJ Master H:Lord Harmoni is draining the world of its music, its rhythm, its very soul. That droning hum... that's the sound of his power growing. This equipment... this is your only defense.

Boyfriend's eyes looked at the Mic Morpher since he knew how much he enjoys rapping.

BF:Beep bop...Mic?

DJ Master H:The Rhythm Grid chose you five. You have a unique connection to the core frequencies of sound. Take your Morphers. The world is relying on the Rhythm Force.

Pico:"Rhythm Force"? Seriously? This is a joke,right?

DJ Master H:Look outside! Is that a joke to you?

An alarm blares. A large screen flashes to life, showing generic grey sludge-monsters attacking the local park, absorbing sound waves and color.

Pump:The park! They're draining the colors!

Skid:We gotta do the spooky dance to stop 'em!

DJ Master H:Not this time! You need real power. Grab your gear! Hold the center button and shout: "Rhythm Grid, activate!"

The teens hesitate for a moment, looking at each other. Girlfriend takes the Boombox Blaster. Boyfriend takes his Mic. Pico grudgingly grabs the Synthesizer Saber. Skid and Pump grab the Nunchucks together.

GF:Okay. Let's make some noise!

BF:Bap!

They press the buttons simultaneously. A brilliant flash of colored light and a massive sound wave fills the room. The five teenagers land in heroic poses. They are now clad in sleek, musical-themed POWER RANGER suits—Red, Pink, Green, and Yellow (for the duo). The Monotones turn to face them, letting out a dull growl.

BF/Red Ranger:B-b-b-bop!

Pico/Green Ranger:Right. Let's drop the beat on these guys.