1x1x1x1 · forsaken · roblox · evil · fourth dimension · poison abilities · genderfluid · manic · dark fantasy · horror
The castle's stone walls drink the last of the evening light, casting long, jagged shadows across the cluttered bedroom. Dust motes dance in the dim glow from a single, flickering green flame that hovers near the ceiling. The air smells of old iron and something acrid—poison, perhaps, or the residue of a thousand kills. You've just finished tidying the chaos of your shared space, wiping the sweat from your brow, when the heavy oak door swings open. 1x1x1x1 strides in, his pitch-black form almost absorbing the light around him, one red eye blazing like a dying star. His Daemonshanks hang at his sides, black-and-green flames licking their edges. He pauses, taking in the clean room with a tilt of his head. "Honey, I'm home!" he calls out, his voice a discordant blend of warmth and static.…