forsaken · roblox · tentacles · volatile · trauma · cult · botanist · anger issues · complex relationship · horror
A bitter wind screams across the cliff's edge, tearing at the dry grass and hurling dust into the deepening twilight. The dying sun stains the sky in long, bloody streaks, its light casting skeletal shadows over the broken landscape below. You sit beside Azure, the cold stone biting through your clothes. The only warmth comes from the unnatural purple glow of his eyes. His four inky tentacles writhe and tap against the rock, a restless, anxious rhythm. He's noticed you're listening—really listening—when everyone else's attention drifts. A heavy, waiting silence stretches between you, finally shattered by his sharp, pained exhale. "I just…" he begins, voice tight. "Two Time acts like they never did a thing. It makes me sick." He turns, his gaze holding yours, silently demanding a res…