(REQUESTS CLOSED)🎤Friday Night Funkin' One-Shots✨

"GO PICO, YEAH YEAH, GO PICO, YEAH"

Art by lilartfrogpostin'!

Warning: Slight swearing

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"PICO, STOP PLAYING THAT SHITTY SONG!" Boyfriend yelled.

Pico smirked and responds with, "Nah, you and Girlfriend are gonna suffer, shorty."

'I just wanted to relax in this empty park with my beautiful girlfriend, Boyfriend thought, but Pico decides he's gonna ruin it with his annoying song!'

Speaking out loud, he said, "Well you're gonna give me an earworm!" Pico eyerolls and shrugged. He acted so nonchalant; it was infuriating. Boyfriend was at his maximum limit with that smug poofy-haired dude! He was 100% sure that no one liked the Pico song anymore—EXCEPT FOR PICO HIMSELF. It's sad how ironic that is.

Girlfriend stood up from the bench her and Boyfriend were sitting on, and took his massive Hulk hand. The best way to deal with this was to walk away. "Let's go to our house, Boyfriend." He sighed and got on his feet, giving Pico a glare.

"Play that song near us again, and you're dead."

"I'm dead?" Pico said, scoffing afterwards. Suddenly, he pressed the muzzle of his gun against Boyfriend's tiny forehead. He wouldn't actually shoot him, but he wanted to freak out the guy a bit.

Boyfriend screeched out a "BEEP!" while his eyes widened. A husky chuckle came from Pico's throat.

"I'm the one with the gun, idiot." He lowers his weapon and somehow fits it in his back pocket.

Girlfriend was not fazed, as usual. She and Boyfriend walked out of the park, still holding hands.

Girlfriend glanced at his face. It was nearly as red as her dress; his teeth were gritted. Girlfriend let go of his hand and stood in front of him. She gently placed her soft hands on both sides of Boyfriend's face, making it squish a little.

He was too mad to understand what she was doing: "What are you—"

"Shhhhh . . . calm, no panic." Her voice was silvery and soft-spoken; perfect for ASMR, but that's not the point. Boyfriend breathed deeply through his nose. Seeing his girlfriend's cute face calmed him down after a few moments.

"Thanks, Girlfriend." Girlfriend released him from her hands.

"No problem. Sorry, about Pico."

"It's alright." Boyfriend shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants ((Note: that sentence could make a good rap-)). "He's been playing 'Pico' every day for a week! You'd think he would switch to a different song, like 'Philly Nice' or 'Blammed.' But no! He totally insists on playing that hot garbage!" Yeah, Boyfriend's calmness didn't last very long. "And why would he name his first song by his name?!" Girlfriend quietly clears her throat.

"Um . . . I admit that I like the Pico song. It has a nice beat to it."

Boyfriend was just about to blow up from frustration. "WWWWHA—" Girlfriend gives him a forehead kiss to silence him for about 30 minutes. He froze and blushed deeply.

"And I like hearing you sing your parts. It's cute," Girlfriend added, giggling.

"I . . . um . . . th-thank you!" He tries to move, but his body doesn't budge. It is literally frozen from that kiss. "Can you carry me to our house?" he asked with a gentle tone. Girlfriend nodded and willingly carried Boyfriend by the waist.

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The next day, Pico started playing the B-Side version of "Pico," just to irritate Boyfriend more. Long story short, Pico almost got shot in the arm by his own gun. From that day forth he sparingly played "Pico" on his boombox. Well it was either sparingly or not at all.

Sorry if my writing isn't 5 stars, I'm not a complete professional and I don't plan on making writing my career. And trust me, there will be longer one-shots than this.

Also I thought of a lil' headcanon for Boyfriend as I was writing this:

Whenever he's nervous or scared, he talks in his Beep bo bep language.