It was a normal day in the Friday night funkin world. It was rainy and slightly breezy. In the alleys, Pico was hanging with Darnell. Darnell was spray painting. Pico seemed to be sitting down while watching Darnell paint. Pico seemed to be holding his gun like usual, spinning it around on his one finger. The clouds get more puffier and turn a dark dark grey color. Boyfriend was rap battling against some random stranger, while girlfriend sits ontop of the big speakers like usual. Alex (my oc:]) was sitting by himself alone in the rain. Seeming to be sat by an ocean. Pico and Darnell talk about their past and how shitty school really was back then.