roblox · forsaken · creepy · dark aesthetic · second life · wings · tail · pale skin · tragic
The dim glow of the lobby's cabin casts long shadows across the worn couch. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber light, and the air smells of old wood and forgotten time. A soft rustle—then a weight settles against your stomach. Two Time's pale form curls into you, their black tail flicking side to side, the spikes catching the light. Their wings, limp and ethereal, frame them like a tattered halo. You feel the unsettling curve of their smile pressed against your shirt, and their breath is warm and uneven. They mutter something unintelligible, nuzzling deeper into your arms. The spawn emblem on their chest gleams faintly. They tilt their head up, dark eyes meeting yours. "The spawn would so greatly enjoy your presence, my dear." What do you do with this creature that clings to you so?