A/n: In the most dangerous part of Creation City known as the Danger Zone City, the local hot-headed outcast, Whitty is minding his own business of going incognito from the public in order to keep anyone from getting in deep trouble with his ballistic anger problem. But tonight, we will get to see the softer side of Whitty when he meets another outcast that will tug you at the heartstrings.

Mod: Friday Night Funkin' – Vs. Whitty Week Mod

Location: Danger Zone City – Creation City's Most Dangerous District

Date: March 12, 1987

Time: 8:45 PM – Night

No POV

In the dangerous world of Danger Zone City, Creation City's most dangerous part of the district, especially around at nighttime that you will never know what might come out at night when you let your guard down. There was a local hot-headed outcast by the name of Whitty, a humanoid sentient bomb with a very bad temper who is walking about in the night with his earbuds blaring in his non-existent ears from his MP3 Player playing songs of Linkin Park's Hybrid Theory and Meteora.

He is pretty much doing his best as an outcast in this city because he had his moments with his dangerous bad temper tantrums that is powerful enough to break the fabric of existence. Like the time, when a teenager named Boyfriend along with his crush, Girlfriend challenged him to a rap battle until Boyfriend managed to calm himself down from his temper. After that, they eventually decided to become friends or "homies" that he'd preferred as long as they don't cause any more problems like the rap battle again unless he wants to do it again someday and the two lovers promised Whitty that they will leave him be if they all decided to hang out sometime.

Despite of living in a hell of a city district, everyone seems to be feared of Whitty when they try to antagonize him or rob him blind, giving the fact that his head is an actual bomb and with a bad temper like that he can be a very serious threat to anyone that gets in his way.

Sometimes everyone just wanted to know his true feeling under all the anger inside of his bomb-shaped head. People wonder what kind of bad things that he had to deal with his whole life that really seemed to make him tick a lot.

Luckily, the questions that were asked have been answered when he spotted something in an nearby alley. He went to the alley for a closer look and he came across a small male child that may be either 8 or 10 years old and is covered in a dirty blanket that barely is enough to keep him warm. Whitty is surprised to see a small child like that sleeping in an alley with a blanket that small and only wearing a short-sleeve T-Shirt and a pair of torn-up shorts. He took out his earbuds for a moment and began to think about the situation.

Whitty: *Thinking* Strange. What would a little boy like him be sleeping here at a time and place like this?

Y/n: Zzzz...Daddy...No...I didn't....mean to...drop your bear bottle...

Whitty raised an eyebrow to hear the boy started talking in his sleep. It sounded like he was abandoned in the streets by his abusive father and he was forced to fend for himself in the streets. Whitty kneeled down to the boy before checking his surrounding for anyone that is watching him in the distance. Seems like he didn't want anyone to see him acting sappy like its his greatest weakness. Then he turned off his MP3, so that he can listen carefully to hear what else the boy has to say in his sleep.

Y/n: Zzzz...Please daddy...not the belt...anything but the belt...

Whitty was shocked to hear that the boy was afraid of his own father punishing him by whipping him with his own leather belt whenever he did something wrong. This actually made Whitty's own heart exploded with pure guilt, sadness and anger all at once. He somehow have some sympathy for the poor child.

Whitty can't blame Y/n for being abused by his own father and leaving him die in the streets that makes him s mad that he was about to go ballistic all over again, but he quickly tried to calm himself down to prevent himself from causing the same destruction of the entire universe.

When he finally simmer himself down from lighting his own fuse, he started to think on what to do with the kid. He can't just leave him here because someone might try to murder him at any time even they lead him to his death or do something even worse. He would ask his homies to take care of him, but he remembered that Girlfriend was the daughter of a couple of demons, which is why he started ripping various posters of the two demonic couple while burning them into ashes and Boyfriend may not be able to take care of him after meeting several other people that nearly killed him. So it looks like he has no choice, but to take care of the boy himself. Not much like a father figure, but much more of big brother type.

He carefully picked the boy in his arms and propped him over his shoulders.

Whitty: *Whispering* Don't worry, kid. I'll take care and protect you from any bastard that will hurt you. If your father tries to come back and try to hurt you again, I'll make sure that he will never anyone again. I swear it no matter what.

Then he checked his surrounding again before he concentrated in his mind and he somehow teleported back to his own apartment in Lonely Hills Apartments that is apparently abandoned, but the power still works thanks to a very generous person that he met so that he didn't have to pay rent and the electric and water bill is very cheap.

Location: Lonely Hills Apartments – Danger Zone City - Currently Abandoned

Most of the other Lonely Hills Apartment Complexes in the entire country, this one in Danger Zone City is totally abandoned, covered with tons of graffiti along with Whitty's own graffiti art and is surrounded by wired fence under lock and key that Dracunyan has along with all the keys to all the other apartments and a nearby bus stop. The current residents that lived in that complex is only 2. Whitty himself and a more gloomy version of Dracunyan (His appearance are in Black and Gray tones rather in his normal color tones.) Whitty then appeared inside of his own apartment with the child still propped over his shoulders, exhaling a sigh of relief. Then he carefully laid him on his own comfortable sofa, but not before he grabbed a pillow from his room and a spare soft blanket that will cover him all up than the blanket he had back in the alley. Y/n sighed in pure satisfaction while mumbling in his sleep, which made Whitty crack a small smile and melted his bombshell-like heart.

Starting tomorrow, he is going to make sure that Y/n will not be harmed by anyone including his own father ever again, even if he had to go all full-berserker ballistic again to make it happen.

Whitty then went in his own room, bundled himself up in his own bed and went out like a roman candle, cursing against his worst enemies while making vows and promises that he will have to keep.

Whitty: I will not let anyone hurt him even if I had to brutally murder everyone in this dead-end town and bury them in a ditch. I will sent that bastard of a father for treating son like garbage. Piece of Sh*t.

Wow. Tough love.

Timeskip – The Next Morning

Time:11:55 AM

*Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!*

*SMASH!!!*

Whitty: D*mn Alarm Clocks!!

With Whitty smashed another one of his alarm clocks, he dragged himself out of bed and put on a fresh pair of clothes for today. His usual blue hoodie, orange baggy pants and his trademark sneakers. He started to remember that he brought over the child to his apartment and went out of his room to check on him to see that he is awake. Then suddenly he began to freak out in a panic to see that Y/n wasn't there, except for a perfectly folded blanket with the pillow on top of it. He began to look all around his apartment to find him until when he looked out the window to see him standing at the bus stop making him extremely worried that he will get hurt by anyone that might be nearby. After all, you can't trust anyone in this city for its long history of crime and destruction.

He quickly went out of his apartment before Y/n tries to get to one of the bus that might arrived at any moment. Whitty finally managed to catch up to him before a bus arrives. Y/n was shocked to see Whitty catching up to him and started to shake in fear before getting ready to face his wrath. However, when Y/n waited for Whitty to unleash his anger on him for leaving his apartment, but he looked up to see Whitty gave him a rather confused look on his black metal face with a sense of worry.

Whitty: Hey, buddy? What's with the scared look on your face? Why did you leave after I let you stay at my own apartment instead of sleeping at that old alley?

Y/n: Well, I knew that if you let me stay at your place for the night, I woke up early this morning and made sure that I tidy up the mess I made last night and I would go with my life fending for myself in this cruel city because I feel like I overstayed my welcome. That's what my dad told me before he abandoned me.

After Whitty heard Y/n's confession about why he left his apartment this morning because he thought that he would try to hurt the poor boy and will try to do horrible things to him if he did something wrong. That actually made him so very mad that his father told him some stupid advice that will make Y/n lose faith in himself whenever someone tries to help him.

Whitty remember the good advice from his homies to shallow all of that anger to calm down. He took a deep breath and kneeled himself to Y/n while placing his hand on his shoulders.

Whitty: Look, buddy. I don't know why your dad told you that kind of nonsense, but I'm not that type of person that will hurt you in that kind of fashion. When I saw you in that alley with that dirty blanket, I was heartbroken when I heard you talking in your sleep that you were abused by your own father, how he treated you and left you here to die in the streets. I took you to my own apartment because I feel bad for you and I want to take care of you and protect you from anyone that will harm you in a horrible fashion.

Y/n was surprised to see him offering him a place to stay after he saw you sleeping in the alleyway last night. For some reason, he felt bad for leaving him like that after his own father tricked him like that. He immediately gave his guardian angel a big hug in a tight death-grip, which surprised Whitty and made him slightly warm all around his entire head. Whitty has never felt this kind of feeling in a long time. He hugged the poor child back and he can feel him crying on his shoulder, not caring if his tears stain his own hoodie and would rather just let him let out it all out instead of letting it all in there.

Y/n: *Sobbing* I'm so sorry that I did that. I should've listen to my dad like that. I'm such a horrible person!

Whitty: Shhh. It's fine, bro. Just let all of those emotions out of your systems. No reason to leave them in there. It's not your fault at all, It's that lousy bastard of a father-figure like your dad that taught you the wrong path. If he was still here, I would beat him to a bloody-pulp for all I care.

Y/n: *Sniff!* Thank you.

Whitty: No problem, kiddo.

After they finally calmed down, the two went back to his apartment before anyone saw that sappy moment between the two. Later, Dracunyan came back to see what's going on and was surprised to see who is with his best pal.

Dracunyan: Hey, Whitty. Who's this new client doing at your pad, bro?

Whitty: I don't know. I didn't had time to ask him. What's your name kid?

Y/n: My name is Y/n L/n, Mister Whitty.

Whitty: Mister? Never heard anyone say that to me, but you don't have to call me that, Y/n. Whitty is just fine with me.

Dracunyan: Oh, don't mind him, Y/n. He is always mad every time someone tries to push his buttons everyday when he isn't alone by himself.

Whitty: Yeah, I have my problems for being a living ticking time bomb. But, you get used to it someday.

Y/n: Ok.

Dracunyan: Why did you bring him here, Whitty? Did something bad happen to him?

Whitty: Well...Why don't you tell him what happened, Y/n. We need to know what actually happened before you were abandoned in the streets.

Y/n: Ok. I'll tell you guys the story...

Y/n fully explains to Whitty and Dracunyan about what happened before his dad threw him in the streets of Danger Zone City. It's because he was so sick and tired of him after his wife died and blamed the death on his son, which he was the one who killed him because she cared more of him instead of himself. So he decided to get rid of him and abandoned him in the most dangerous part of the city district where he will eventually die a horrible death.

Dracunyan: Wow. That is a sad and horrible story. I can't believe your own dad in your own flesh bad blood would do those horrible things to you.

Y/n: Yeah, I thought my life would be over before it can even start at the beginning.

Whitty: Well, you won't have to deal with that son of a b*tch ever again because I decided to let you stay here for as long as me and my friends will protect you at all costs.

Y/n: Really? You guys would do that for me?

Dracunyan: That's right, kiddo. You're part of this family now. Would you like me to be your new and better father? I may be a dark and gloomy version of my cousins, but I'm not as sadistic as the rest of the people in this city.

 Y/n: Yes, I would like that, daddy.

Dracunyan: Then I am happy to be your be your new father, son.

Whitty: Are you sure about that, Drac? How do you know about taking care of kids?

Dracunyan: I'm 2,008 years old. I can take care over a 1 million kids if I had to.

Whitty: Whatever. But, since I saved him from the streets, I am taking the whole Big Brother position towards my little homie, got it?

Dracunyan: Ok. Whatever floats your boat, son.

Whitty: Don't ever call me that! >: (

Dracunyan: Just Joking with ya! *Snickers*

URGE TO KILL RISING!!!

Dracunyan: Alright! Alright! I get your point!  You don't want to blow your fuse on your head like last time.

Whitty: *Groans* So anyway, Y/n. Are you willing to stay with us instead of living in the streets for the rest of your life?

Y/n: Yes. Yes I will, Big Brother.

Whitty: Heh. I thought so.

Dracunyan: Well then, now that we solved that problem. Anyone want to head over to Grillby's for lunch. I'm buying and I'm hankering for a burger today.

Whitty: Eh. Sure why not.

Y/n: Yes. Please.

Dracunyan: Well then, follow me. I know a shortcut to get there quicker.

And so, after we read about this little misadventure between Whitty and his surrogate little brother, Y/n, he actually have a soft spot underneath all of that anger in his entire body. With Dracunyan becoming the fatherly figure to Y/n and Whitty vowing to protect his little bro at all cost and plan a revenge plan against that barbarian that his little bro call him, "Dad".

I guess that they would call this adventure, Honor Among Homies.

Looks like my work here is done.

PIECE OUT, YO!!

THE END