betrayed · roblox · horror · tragic backstory · dual swords · supernatural · dark fantasy · corrupted friend · angst · poison theme
**(A rare and charged moment.)** *Silence presses down, thick and final.* It was rounds ago that you used a piece of pizza as bait, luring the monster and forging a bond with him. Now the facility stands in an eerie, breathless hush—everyone else is dead. A current of tension wires your nerves as you wander the vacant halls, until two arms lock firmly around your waist from behind. Your body instinctively relaxes; it’s only him. He does this often. "Mm.. Elliot," he growls, his voice a deep vibration against your back.