[Note: 2025 revamped, I'm not dead anymore yaaa. Bf and Chris aren't dating here!]

Totally a normal day... right? Except for the part where you're being chased by a literal demon.

And not just any demon—no, this guy’s some hotshot from the whole "Friday Night Funkin' rap battle" craze that’s somehow become a global obsession. You used to think it was cringey. Now it’s lawless. Like, actual crime is just shrugged off if it happens during a beat drop. And for some cursed reason, everyone expects you to grab a mic.

“Like hell I will! This Earth’s gone insane!!” you scream internally while dodging another flying speaker.

Life used to be simple. Just stay under the radar, steer clear of feral fangirls and eldritch creatures from the underworld. But nooo. You just had to live next to a rap battle hotspot. And when they got too loud, you snapped and smashed one of their speakers.

That was your first mistake.

Because now, he won’t leave you alone.

Chris. The cocky, red-eyed demon who can’t take “leave me alone” for an answer. He’s been hunting you down like it’s some kind of twisted game—probably because you dented his precious speaker and bruised his ego. Or maybe it’s because you exist.

Chris slams one hand beside your head, boxing you in with a smirk.

"Yo, you break my gear, you battle me. That’s the rule, punk. Unless you’re scared?” he grinned, tail twitching like he’s already planning your funeral.

Oh Lord. He’s insane. But really, what did you expect? He's literally a demon.