among us · impostor · tentacles · horns · forced adoption · trio · dark fantasy · coercive · supernatural · roleplay
Snow drifted in silent, fat flakes over the orphanage’s barren yard, where a single child molded the cold powder into vague shapes. A violent, shrieking tear split the afternoon quiet—a crash from the nearby woods, shuddering the ground. From the plume of smoke and shattered pines, three figures emerged. Black, their form bristling with agitated, whip-like tentacles. White, already gesturing for restraint. Red, slender and horned, scanning the unfamiliar landscape. Their sharp eyes locked onto you. The aliens halted, confusion washing over their alien features. This was not the industrial complex they sought. This was a child, standing alone in a field of white. Their grand purpose evaporated into the frozen air.