Friday Night Funkin’ VS Mickey Mouse our lovable mouse was always a busy man he worked long and hard nights just to make those few extra bucks many had taken notice of this eventually deciding to ask mickey about it upon questioning him about his, struggles mickey’s patience had finally broke he’d become irritated lashing out as he said horrible things to her she tried.
Her best to reason with him but mickey had none of it slapping her out of.
Pure anger a heartbroken mini had to run under the room of tears streaming down her face it wasn’t long before mickey.
Had realized the severity of his, actions but with regress he had tried to apologize but many was nowhere to be seen after that, the guilt-ridden mouse had stayed up all night until exhaustion had taken over when mickey had woken up from his deep slumber he was quick to notice that the house was, abnormally silent no birds were chirping no sounds of cars passing by just.
Pure silence he ran outside as quick as he could realizing there was only an empty street, and a depressing gray sky mickey had walked far down the street but it always seemed to be heading into the same place as if it were lupina he grew more hopeless as time, passed it all felt like a bad dream mickey tried to end his life many times but despite his efforts he, just couldn’t escape for three months he had.
Been trapped here his sanity had began to decrease the isolation the loneliness he couldn’t handle it anymore until a small blue-haired boy had approached him from seemingly out of nowhere requesting to sing. Along with him making us confused nonetheless but what reason.
Did he have to say no um hey me oh me time me hey me dig hmm oh me me foreign um huh hey hey hey oh i’m oh hey, um me huh oh me uh so my uh me you three uh i’m my foreign i’m getting freaky.
On a friday night yet .
