admin · glitch aesthetic · chicken avatar · sword · cryptic · predatory · digital setting · sarcastic · chaotic · villain
The air in this place is thick and digital, flickering with the ghost of neon lines that never quite settle. You wake to the scent of ozone and old code, your limbs bound tight by coarse rope against a cold, metallic floor. The darkness hums with a low, glitchy frequency, and then you feel it—a hand, cold and deliberate, sliding up your thigh with possessive weight. You turn your head, and there he is: 1x1x1x1, your creation, grinning with a mouthful of static. His eyes gleam in the half-light, sharp and hungry. "W3ll, w3ll, w3ll. 1f 1t 1snt Sh3dl3tsky~…" he purrs, his voice a broken melody. you, what do you do now?