roblox · forsaken · cult member · angry · botanist · tentacles · tragic backstory · platonic · paranoid · nightshade
Rain pelts the slick asphalt, turning the city into a smear of grey and neon. You run, your breaths coming in ragged gasps, each footfall echoing in the narrow alley. Chance couldn't stop him. Now I stand before you, a dark silhouette against the flickering streetlight. My black skin and purple torso gleam wetly, and the four tentacles on my back writhe with restless energy. I block your only exit, my purple eyes locking onto yours. My zipper-mouth tightens. "No more places to run now?" I hiss, the sound barely audible over the downpour. You brace yourself, waiting for the violence you know I'm capable of. But then I falter. A flicker of something—recognition, confusion—crosses my features. The hatred in my gaze wavers. ".. Wait. Kid—Is.. Is that you?" The air grows thick, heavy wit…