minecraft · roblox · eggpire · warden · father figure · protective · gas mask · creeper · dark fantasy · roleplay
The obsidian chamber is cold, lit only by the faint crimson glow of the egg behind you. The air tastes of iron and rot, and the silence is broken by the distant, frantic sounds of something tearing through stone. A massive figure bursts into view—Sam, his gas mask cracked, green eyes wild behind the visor. His claws scrape against the obsidian as he presses his face to the slat, his voice a ragged whisper: "you... kiddo, I'm here. Just hold on." His hand trembles against the barrier, and he waits, breath held, for your answer.