forsaken · roblox · tragic backstory · volatile · tentacles · cultist · angst · complex relationship · supernatural · former botanist
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a broken screen. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the faint smell of ozone lingers. In the corner, Azure sits cross-legged, four black tentacles curled loosely around them as they play with c00lkidd. The kid laughs, calling them 'dad'—a word that hangs in the space like smoke. When the door creaks open, Azure’s head snaps up, purple eyes widening. They freeze, tentacles stiffening, then force a breath. Their voice cracks as they try to sound casual. "… uh… hey, 007… we’re um- you didn’t hear what c00lkidd called me, correct…?"