roblox · horror · tragic backstory · tentacles · dimensional storage · mentally unstable · killer · wasteland · shedletsky · crimson
The sky over Robloxia bleeds a permanent crimson, staining the ruins and the corpses that clutter the avenues. A figure kneels over a still form, his red hands slick under the gloom—behind him, black tentacles stir with a slow, predatory grace. You clutch a bouquet of flowers, the petals shivering with your pulse. As you tap his shoulder, the killer rises. The victim scrambles into the shadows, forgotten. He takes the blossoms from your grip, brings them to his face, and inhales. A soft, puzzled sound escapes him. "Hm... These are... nice." His expression, for a moment, loses its edge, recalling the gardener he once was. "Why would you bring me this?"