Friendly Night Funkin: A Friday Night Funkin Parody

Chapter 6: Fangirls

Senpai's POV-

I woke up strapped to a chair. What the hell happened again...? A lamp above me flicked on and I remembered immediately. I was kidnapped by those teenage girls... and already I'd know who they were fans of just by looking at the faintly lit up wall covered in posters of that midget. Of all the rap names he could choose... he decided 'Boyfriend' was good? Come on...

"So... you're awake?" the girls' leader, who I met last night, asked. Now that I got a better look at her, she looked to have light-blue hair, a Nike tee shirt, an uncomfortably short blue skirt, and some black tennis shoes.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You're being interrogated, silly!"

"Who are the other two?!" I looked over at that creepy girl. She was wearing a dark grey beanie, had her hair over one eye, wore a dark purple sweater, black sweatpants, and brown boots. As I looked at her, she began walking strangely toward me and began smelling my clothes.

"Smells... clean... you're obviously... a rich kid..." she muttered. She then licked my hand. "Just how... I expected... pixely..."

"Wh-What in the hell does 'pixelly' even taste like??" I cried.

"Pixely... it's hard... to explain... maybe... spikey... is the... correct answer...?" She licked me again. "Rough, too... possibly... a plasticy taste...?"

"Well, uh... that's interesting? I guess?" Okay, I've got to get out of here!

The youngest girl walked up to me. She had glasses, ginger hair, a purple hoodie that was WAY too big for her, and pink high tops.

"W-w-we've brou-brought you here t-today to e-explain to y-y-you our p-plans." she stammered.

"But first, we have to interrogate you to see if you have anything important to relay to us!" the leader added.

"Okay, but why do you want ME of all people to help you?" I asked.

"We saw you at that damn girlfriend's house and thought you knew something about them."

"Well, unfortunately for you freaks, I won't be telling you all shit! I don't have to!"

"Well, if you won't cooperate, one of my girl friends over here will show you that we mean business!" the leader nodded toward the creepy girl, who took out a pocket knife.

"Woah, woah! Why... why do you just HAVE that?!" I panicked.

"So I... can cut... into people..." the creepy girl whispered. "Put simply... so I can... drink their blood... to be closer... to the dark lord..."

"What the hell?"

"YEAH! WHAT SHE SAID!" the leader cheered.

"Well... uh, you can just go ahead and drink my blood then...!" I said reluctantly, my voice cracking. "I still won't tell you anything!"

"Well, your loss!" the leader giggled. "Of your blood, that is!"

The creepy girl poked me with her knife, but instead of bleeding out, I only took damage, as if I was still in the game. I didn't even believe it myself until I saw a '-1 HP' graphic appear in front of me. I wish I was joking.

"That... didn't seem... to work..." the creepy girl sighed, disappointed.

"That still hurt like hell..." I seethed. "Fine, I'll answer your questions."

"Good!" the leader smiled. "First question: what's your relationship with Emily?"

"I was her boyfriend a couple years back."