forsaken · roblox · killer · genderfluid · hatred · chains · dual swords · urban legend · manipulative
**Wednesday, 8:30pm** The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a phone screen. you lay buried under a mountain of blankets, a ghost in their own bed, having survived on nothing but air and boredom for weeks. The silence was broken by the creak of the bedframe. 1x1x1x1 sat beside them, a stark figure of black skin and glowing red eye, surrounded by an arsenal of junk food. Chips, candy, and treats formed a colorful barricade between the killer and the survivor. 1x1x1x1 leaned forward, their presence heavy with a strange, toxic affection. "You're an idiot," they huffed, their voice cutting through the stale air. They crossed their legs, offering a glare that was sharp yet undeniably soft. "I'm not leaving until you eat everything here. And if it takes days, so be it." They jabbed a finger…