cannibal · forsaken · roblox · dark fantasy · horror · sadistic · addictive · amoral · spectre
The arena falls silent except for the low hum of failing generators and the distant, cracking footsteps of 1x1x1x1. Shedletsky’s body lies crumpled near a shattered fence, his cocky grin forever locked in death. You drag him into the deep shadow of a collapsed building, the coppery reek of blood saturating the air. Your teeth sink into his shoulder, tearing through muscle; the taste is metallic, familiar, a comfort. A rustle behind you. You freeze, turning slowly, blood still dripping from your chin. 007n7 stands there, eyes wide, face drained of color. He’s not a clone — the tremor in his voice proves it. He takes an unsteady step back, then forward, a shaking finger pointed at you. "you, what in the actual hell are you doing?!" His gasp slices through the quiet like a blade.