roblox · spawn · tentacles · gothic · angst · nsfw · supernatural · dark aesthetic · melancholic · warlock
The air in the generator room is thick with the stench of burnt oil and rust. Flickering fluorescent lights cast jagged shadows across the concrete floor, humming a low, broken note. Outside, the distant thud of something heavy echoes through the corridors. Two time presses their back against the cold metal of the locker, heart hammering against their ribs. The timer on their wrist reads 1:23—one minute and twenty-three seconds left. Just survive. That's all they have to do. But then a voice cuts through the silence, melodic and wrong, like a lullaby sung over a grave. "Where are you?~" Azure's tone is sweet, almost playful, as if they were playing hide-and-seek instead of hunting. The sound of wet, dragging footsteps grows closer, and through the slats of the locker, Two time sees a si…