Rapping against a walking bomb with a short fuse?
Done.
Go to nevada to drop some sick lyrics against a madnessed clown?
Done.
Beat a leggy nun and his Russian bodyguard who is surely wanted in countries whose name you don't know?
Done.
These and a whole lot more have been the things Boyfriend has had to deal with over the course of almost two years. Years filled with some of the best bangers you'll ever hear, and the most challenging songs you can imagine (even if some of them were charted like shit).
Ohhh yes, the midget is aware that he's inside a video game. An indie one in fact. But actually, it didn't bother him because come on, what's cooler than finding out that not only you are (literally) the protagonist of your own life, but you also have cool adventures because the whole internet loved your video game?
After all, rapping and grooving to the beat is what he loves most in the world (after his girlfriend of course).
It was all laughs and games in the beginning. Mods starring original characters are among his favorites, after all it was one of them that pushed him to his limits for the first time, even if that means things got...Ballistic.
Mods that don't take themselves seriously are some of the ones he loves the most! Just stupid fun and good music while watching Eminem drop some of the biggest lyrics of the decade on Hitler during a conference. Or even that time when he himself rapped against a tree possessed by god knows what kind of demon.
Ahhh, good times~
So, those were the first few months after the explosion of popularity of his game, and honestly? Those were the best months of his entire existence. Because it was simply endless fun rapping against the most colorful opponents you can imagine.
Eventually, however, everything changed whenthat one modarrived.
That day was... Strange. Because he remembers that he was simply on his father-in-law's singing stage, about to get a little 'funky' with his girlfriend (wink wink), and instead ended up in a fucking wasteland field watching a hedgehog with a God complex impale a fox's head because funni.
And well, like the good rap junkie that he is he gladly agreed to sing against the hyper-realistic red-eyed freak. After all, it would only be like in any other mod, wouldn't it?
Oh boy, unknowingly that was the beginning of his torment.
THOUSANDS of different fanmades, covers, adaptations, animations, crossovers, and all the shit you can imagine a fandom hungry for content would do.
It's not at all normal the insane amount of times BF got to rap against the fucking hedgehog. It was funny at first, but after he was put to rap against the same opponents so many times it kind of lost its fun (except that guy from Endless. He was always funny to rap with).
And the worst thing is that after that the idea of making Creepypastas mods became ridiculously popular. And there you'd see him, rapping for his life against Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, Herobrine, Mickey fucking Mouse, etc.
And well, after all this time I'm sure you'd think that thing is over, wouldn't you?
WRONG, because ever since the cancellation the mods of the blood weeping hedgehog and squidward with 'how to go to hell' tendencies, the fucking community was just hungry for more when all BF wanted was to rap without having to mess with homicidal entities and clichés.
And well, clearly the fandom hates him because otherwise he wouldn't be in this situation.
Being hypnotized by Hypno was bad enough. God only knows if that thing did something else to him...
The only thing BF remembers before he lost consciousness is his girlfriend slapping him in an attempt to snap him out of his trance, and the horrifying pile of flesh the crazy pendulum freak became.
Which is why he has no idea how the hell he ended up here.
His coat and hat are gone, in their place he is now only wearing his trademark cap and t-shirt. His basic attire. In other circumstances he would have thought that he was simply transported to another mod where he could finally catch a break.
Of course, that would be if it weren't for the giant fucking lizard and the faceless person in front of him.
"...You okay bro?" asked the blue haired boy clutching his microphone as if his life depended on it.
The other person tried to respond, but the thick layer of skin covering his mouth prevented any coherent words from being uttered, only the muffled sound of his voice being heard.
"...Now that's ugly" BF thought taking a step back in a bit of fear. On the one hand because of the person with a skin mask covering his face, and on the other because imagining that his own mouth could be sealed gave him dread. He could no longer grace the world with his voice if that happened.
BF then turns his gaze to the lizard, immediately noticing the large, sharp teeth protruding from its mouth. Also that the place where its eyes should be is sealed by the same layer of skin as that of the person next to it.
The blue-haired boy then takes note of his surroundings and realizes that he is not in the cave where he had been taken a few hours ago. Instead, there is only a dense and seemingly endless fog surrounding what appears to be the small islet he is on. A decaying tree located almost at the edge is the only thing there.
The faceless person starts making noises again, and BF refocuses his attention on him to realize that the person is now making different gestures with his hands.
BF has no idea what the hell the red-haired guy means by pointing at the super-obvious island bridge, but what he does know is that the instrumental of the song has started playing.
Time to sing, then.
Minutes pass as BF follows the rhythm of the notes with a fluidity and smoothness that only someone who has faced A.C. Void could have. By this point, after so many battles the only thing that is capable of making him lose a fight are mechanics (instakill notes are the ones he despises the most).
The faceless person replicates the lyrics BF throws at him, distorting his face in pain every time his muffled screams are emitted from where his mouth should be. One thing BF notices with this opponent is the closeness at which they are rapping, meaning the player must be seeing this from his pov.
Honestly, it doesn't bother him, but after the experience he had with Yuri during Markov the poor midget is a bit traumatized...
The minutes tick by and BF can't help but notice how the red-haired guy seems to be highly stressed throughout the song. Having every orifice in your face clogged must be fucked up.
One good thing about being an expert at his own game is that BF can pay attention to his surroundings instead of focusing on not dying from the barrage of notes thrown at him. It's a little skill he's developed over time that has come in handy in those mods where paying attention to mechanics is important.
However, this song doesn't seem to have any of that. The only thing of note is the still sleeping lizard next to the faceless dude who is still singing along with an almost desperate expression on his, well, you know.
Eventually both participants conclude on a long note, bringing the song to an end.
BF lingers for a few seconds doing his trademark downward pose (it's one of his favorites!), holding his microphone while a cocky smile peeks out from his lips.
"Pff, next time they should send someone who does have a mouth to rap against me-"
"MMMMPH!"
Confused at the strange sound, the blue-haired boy looks up only to find that the faceless person is contorting what should be his mouth in an almost inhuman way, the skin on top of it stretching as if it were chewing gum.
"H-Hey what the hell is wrong with you?" BF asked adopting a wary pose, tensing his short legs in case flight was better than fighting.
...He just hopes it's not going to turn into another nightmare run...
The red-haired guy again contorts his mouth, a barely audible gasp coming through the layer of skin. He then begins to clutch his head desperately, flailing around in a futile attempt to get his mouth open.
BF just observes the situation with a strange mixture of fear, curiosity, and-
"AHHHHHHHHHHHG!"
"What the fuck?!" BF jumps backwards which almost causes him to drop his microphone at the guttural scream. The faceless person has finally managed to break away from the tissue surrounding his mouth, his bloody gums and teeth now perfectly visible.
Before he can delve any further into that thought, BF looks startled as the giant lizard seems to react to the person's voice, and to his surprise and dismay, the beast's eyelids flutter open only to reveal the empty sockets where its eyes should be.
BF has no idea what the hell is going on, but if the growing sense of danger running down his spine is any clue, he's sure he needs to get out of there soon.
Very soon.
"I warned you to keep quiet and get out, you damn kid!" The red-haired man's voice was throaty, but loud and full of anger.
"Sorry if I didn't hear you through your skin, idiot!" replied BF taking several steps back now with adrenaline coursing through all his veins, a clear signal from his body telling him it's time to go.
However, before he could even turn around and have a chance to escape, the person clenches his fist in anger and points a firm finger at BF, small droplets of blood falling from his bleeding, once covered lips.
"ATTACK!"
The last thing BF saw before he lost consciousness was the lizard's jaws as it lunged towards his face.
