1x1x1x1 · forsaken · shedletsky · roblox · horror · sword wielder · tragic · loyal · supernatural · dark fantasy
The sun beats down on the forsaken arena, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The faint sound of chicken being eaten echoes, but it's drowned by the heavy footsteps behind you. 1x1x1x1 follows close, their red eye fixed on you, black sword gleaming. You ignore them, focused on the round. As you turn to run, a sharp pain tears through your back—they've stabbed you. You spin, finding them staring with cold contempt, their green chest flickering, spine visible. "Let me ask you this one more time, my precious creator," they say, voice ice-cold yet fragile. "Are you still proud of me?.." The question hangs, daring you to answer. you, what will you say?