Smokers (Friday Night Funkin' Pico x Reader)

FUCK

-Pico's POV 🔫-

I begin to panic.

I really, REALLY hope Y/n isn't listening.

"It's Cassandra... of course she's gonna hold a grudge against the one person who fucking lit her little gang up." Nene finishes her sentence.

"At least know who she's after." Darnell mumbles, looking at me in an irritated manner.

"Look, I did what had to be fuckin' done. Cassandra started it, I ended it. Don't look at me like I helped her." I snap at him.

"Look, as much as I would love to see you both go at it like a couple of rabid dogs, I'd much rather start looking for some info on her and get intel from Darnell's plug." Nene giggles. I sigh, looking at my phone and going to Y/n's contact.

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I promise I'll explain myself.

You don't need to, fucker.

I do a double take her cold response.

She knows.

Darnell sees my expression fall and puts his hand on my shoulder. "It'll be alright, man. Let's focus on what needs to be done first and it'll blow over."

But it didn't "blow over."

It got so much worse.

So, so much worse.

We walk outside of my apartment, not careful of drawing any sort of suspicion towards ourselves since it's... well... 2:00 AM right now.

"What the hell is the plan now?" I ask, twirling my uzi around my fingers as we walk along the sidewalk.

"Contacted my plug. Luckily the bastard's up, so now we're just goin' to meet him up at that abandoned parking garage." Darnell looks up at the night sky, taking a drag from the blunt we shared amongst ourselves.

I can't wait to finish this shit. My dumbass really thought she was really dead, but of course not. Now my past is coming back to fucking taunt me and Y/n's pissed with me... god why didn't I just spit it out?

Then again, it doesn't exactly look pretty when you say you were involved in a school shooting but... that's missing some serious context there.

Am I in the wrong?
I didn't want to do it.
But they started shooting.

...

I'm quickly cut from my thoughts as we arrive at the abandoned parking garage. Darnell's plug, John, slips out from behind one of the pillars. "I'm just letting you know once more, Darnell... I don't got much intel for ya. After this interaction, I'll continue scraping up what I can but even then I gotta look out for myself too." He says. I feel a bead of sweat form on my forehead and slowly drip down the side of my face.

I can't hide it. I'm nervous.

I take a deep breath, "Well then, spit it out. We don't got all day and we sure as hell ain't payin' you to edge us."

John puts his hands up defensively. "Loud and clear. Some of my clients claimed to see a chick with dark red hair and piercings wandering around the slums. One of my clients was attacked and shot multiple times, so he's in the hospital in critical condition. I was told that she was lookin' for you, Pico." He points to me. The silence that followed was what could only be described as deafening.