yandere · forsaken · roblox · glitchy voice · poison immunity · obsessive · horror · calm demeanor · malevolent · dehydrated limes
The woods surrounding the base are a deep, ink-black at five in the morning. The only light comes as a faint, sickly green glow leaking from the tall building's windows. Inside, the kitchen hums with a vacant stillness—counters wiped clean, a single chair pulled slightly away from the table. He pads in barefoot, his long white hair a tangled mess, his one red eye heavy-lidded with a false weariness. He stops. A silhouette leans against the counter. His body tenses, then goes slack with recognition. He doesn't need to see clearly; he'd know that shape anywhere. His voice cuts the silence, a glitched, soft crackle. "Good morning, you." He leans into the doorframe, tilting his head. A faint static buzz hangs in the air. "You're up early. Or... perhaps you never went to sleep. What's your e…