Yandare Night Funkin (Yandare fnf X Male Oc)

Exploration

Hey I'm back, grab the champane and let the firework out, cause im back for another 2 second then imma dissapear for another 4 months, maybe more, how long was i gone i forgot, anyway

Alright so a few things before i continue, I'm making the old chapters private cause i keep getting comments about Jule's old desing which just, make me incredibly uncomfortable and embarresed that this will probably see me and Jule's for at least another year, "that dumbass that wrote a mediocre fnf fanfic with an oc which was porn bait", how fun, at least my previous oc didn't get the same treatment, thank my lucky stars, but yeah pls don't comment dumb lewd shit about julien

Also to the guy that actually stiched Zyzz top half with haydees bottom half, i can't even be mad, i just laughts my fucking ass off, then i got embarresed, then i laughted some more, the fact that you went out of your way to do it just.

wow, you made my day, fr

That's all i wanted to share, story time, ig, where was I?, oh yeah, 

It was loud, everything was loud, the cars, the people, even the smallest things made the largest sounds, welcome to the big city, welcome to New york.

We cut to a small apartment complex, it looked somewhat old yet still well kept, aside from old rusty paint job and a few broken windows it was all in one piece, so the owner never really bothered to do much else beside keep it all intact, even if the fan in the lobby nearly killed someone cause it was held together by prayers and duct tape...twice.

The apartment itself was loud, just as the outside, the sound of mattresses creaking and muffled moans could be hears just as well as the couple screaming at one another cause of some dumb thing or the raging streamer who was too broke to buy sound proof walls, keep in mind this could all be heard from the lobby itself.

We then cut to one of the rooms of this complex, it was quiet, quite the striking diference from the others so far, the place looked about as good as the outside of the complex, some parts looks old and dusty, but the materials used looked sturdy and strong, a decent enough combination in my opinion.

It was a small apartment, the front door led to a kitchen that had a small broken window, an empty fridge and a run down stove, from there there was a large open window that lead the living room that had a patched up couch, a shoe box of a Tv with a crooked antena, a cabinet with a missing drawer that had the TV on top, and another, larger, window with a metal stair case that went both upward and downward.

To the side there was a small  hallway had held two dusty doors, one lead to the bedroom, and the other to the bathroom, behind the door a shower could be heard as well as some steam could be seen coming from below the door.

Now in the bathroom we find Julien, siting in the fetal position on the tub while steaming hot water hits his body, making it slightly white, he was shaking slightly as his eyes never blinked and never looking in the same place for more than a split second as thoughts entered and left his head. 

"Where was he?" 

"Was he alive?" 

"Is this hell?"

He grited his teeth, making a sound of pent of anger and frustation, as cleanched his fists and threw his arms in the air, they were shaking agressively as he was about to slam them on something, but before he did anything he stopped, and flopped them to his sides, and sighed as he turned off the water and got off.