(FNF) Boyfriend x Pico - Friday Night Funkin

Part Seventeen: One More

TW: Drugs, Self Harm

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Pico sat on the couch, rolling a joint. It was the third time he had stopped by Nene's place for a smoke that week, and she was starting to get worried. The ginger would come maybe once a week maximum before, and hang out with some pleasantness to him. He was rough, but never this rough. These days, however, Pico has started to come and just walk over to the kitchen, grabbing the baggie and sometimes even some other, harder stuff Nene had in the drawer. That was... really unlike him.

As he took a drag, Pico stared off into space. Nene was a little hungover, so she decided to stay clean for the night as he got high off his motherfucking ass.

"I, uh... I did four jobs today." Pico muttered, rubbing the side of his face and pulling at his puffy purple under eye. Nene raised an eyebrow. He was actually talking to her about... work?

"Really? How are you feeling?" She went over the the couch, leaning over the back to keep her face next to Pico's.

He hesitated. "Not good. It's so..." the ginger trailed off before turning to face Nene. His bright white eyes glistened with tears as he took a deep breath.

"There was this little boy. He w-was short, a little shorter than me, and I...." Pico looked back down at his feet, taking a nice, long inhale on the little paper roll. "I shot him. Twice."

Nene was stunned. This was more detail than she had ever gotten about his work. Whenever he did share, it was usually just a mention of a weird location or a chance to use a cool weapon. She didn't know what to say.

"Pico, I'm so-"

"HE LOOKED LIKE ME, NENE!" He cried, making Nene jump. "HE WAS JUST LIKE ME! THAT KID, HE LOOKED AT ME, PLEADING FOR HIS LIFE THAT HE HADN'T EVEN LIVED YET AND I SHOT HIM." Pico screamed.

"Are you-?"

"He had red hair... big, scared gray eyes. The look he gave me, Nene... and I still did it. I STILL PULLED THE DAMN TRIGGER!" Pico slammed the joint on the table, letting it unroll and the contents spill. "I'm just as bad as her..."

Nene just watched him with horror as he started to sob. In the 15 years she had known Pico, she had never seen him cry. Not once. She could only watch in shock as he let all of his emotion out.

"Am I a bad person?" He asked, turning over his shoulder to face her. "Nene, am I bad?"

   "What! Of course not!" She said, climbing over the back of the couch and sitting next to him. "What makes you think that?"

   He glared at her. "Keith left me because I killed someone. Way back when, Nene. And I STILL didn't stop... now look at me. Today I killed FOUR people. FOUR." He took a shuddered breath. "I really am no better than Cassandra..."

Nene grabbed him tight and hugged him, holding Pico close as he started to cry again. He hugged back, surprisingly enough, without even an ounce of hesitation. They had been friends for what felt like forever, but Pico had always kept himself so bottled up. Even with Darnell, who he had known since they were toddlers, the ginger would never really talk about how he felt. They found out he had mental issues when he had a schizophrenic meltdown right in front of them on complete accident, and they forced him to go see a therapist. After getting his prescription, though, Pico got the fuck out. He didn't like to talk about it.

Right now, a little woozy and sobbing in Nene's arms, he was venerable. Venerable for the first time in years. It was... scary.

   "Pico... you're okay... you're nothing like Cassandra..." She cooed, trying to reassure him. "She did it for no reason, dude, she was crazy-"