Smokers (Friday Night Funkin' Pico x Reader)

Problem

TW: School Shooting/Gore ⚠️⚠️⚠️

-Pico's POV🔫-

12:56 AM

Shit.
Shit.
Shit.

I load my gun and softly push Y/n's shoulder to wake her up. Her eyes slowly flutter open and I give her warm smile, trying to gulp down my worries and not make her panic.

"Pico...?"

"H-hey toots."

She rubs her eyes and looks at her phone. "Fuck Pico it's 1:03 in the damn morning. What are you doing up?" She asks with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Um— you gotta go..." I reply, nervously. Her eyes widen a bit in surprise. "Leave? Now? This late at night?" I can tell she's slightly hurt by my words.

Fuck, say it Pico. Just say why and she'll understand, right?

I take a deep breath.

"Look— Nene and Darnell are coming and ah..." I pause, hesitating heavily. She looks at me with a confused, worried expression.

"We have some... business to take care of. I don't want you involved in the mess, okay?"

"Pico, I genuinely don't understand. What do you mean? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Y/n. Everything is fine but I need you to go, like NOW."

"I thought that we both wanted to get to know each other. Did I get the wrong idea or—?"

"Y/n, please! I'll tell you everything soon but you really, REALLY have to go or Nene and Darnell will—!"

I hear the front door open. I shove Y/n and her things into my closet. Before she gets the chance to ask me anything; I tell her to stay quiet and that I will explain myself, but for now she has to find a way to slip out of my apartment preferably ASAP. She finally agrees and I shut my closet door.

"So, is she gone?" Nene asks.

"Yeah. But keep your voice down, I still got neighbors, y'know." I reply.

I just really don't Y/n to hear any of this.

-Y/n's POV-

Why is Pico fucking acting this way?

I sit still, thinking to myself.

Then again, I'm sure there's still a fuck ton that I don't know about him, but to shove me in a damn closet? Prick.

...

"We don't know what she wants. But I'm sure she's still pissed about the whole school thing,"
I hear Darnell say. Their voices are very muffled, so I can only fill in some of the gaps using context clues.

"Crazy bitch won't let up. Talk about stubborn, huh?"

"It's Cassandra..." Nene's words fade away, and a ringing replaces the noise.

I pause.

Cassandra?

Before the fear settled in,
Before the panic I felt in that moment,

I see it.
The school tiles.
Covered in blood.

I'm holding my sister.
Covering the three bullet holes in her stomach.

It was fuzzy, but I remember now. She had a gun.

"Please, sis."

"It's pointless, Y/n. I'm gonna die."

"No, no you're not. Don't say that. Don't you dare say that..."

I feel her blood gushing out onto my hands as I apply more pressure, desperate to stop the bleeding. I tie my flannel around her, but of course it wasn't going to work. It was already soaked by the time I finished tying the damn thing.

"Hey Y/n..." she puts her hand on my cheek.

"Hush, I'm gonna make sure you stay alive."

I remember trying to drag her into an empty classroom, but of course it wasn't going to work since I was weak as shit. Maybe if I had gone to the gym much earlier, she would've been alive.

"Y/n..."

"STOP! I'm going to keep you alive! Please just stay with—!"

"Tell mom and dad I'm sorry. I love you, Y/n."

I see the shadow of that ginger haired fuck.

At the time, I didn't know who he was.

She shoves me with what little strength she could muster into a locker and closes it. I watch as she takes her last stand and shoots at the figure.

I remember seeing her head turn into a pink mist, shot completely clean off. I didn't scream, I didn't cry. I just watched.

From that day on, I swore that I would never be as weak as I was then.

Pico...

Pico was working with that red haired chick, Cassandra.

No wonder why I thought I recognized him the first time I saw him.

That... bitch.

I knew it.
That's why he wouldn't tell me anything.

I shake in anger. All of that trauma, and for what? So he could get his sick kicks with his little girlfriend?

I slip out of his window into the night, planning to ensure his painful death. He only delays the inevitable.

If you didn't have a target on your back before Pico,

you do now.