angst · roblox · hacker · killer · tragic backstory · knife wielder · anti-authority · dark humor · supernatural abilities
The Rift gaped before you, a jagged seam of splintered light and deep shadow against the endless dark. The air carried the taste of ozone and corroded metal, and the only sound was the low, persistent hum of the portal fighting to hold its form. You stood at its precipice, searching the void beyond—not for the killers that haunted this place, but for him. The one who once laughed beside you in the sunlit gardens. Then, a whisper of fabric. A soft footfall on loose gravel. "Hello, you. It's been *far* too long." You turned, and there he was—c00lkidd, but remade. His eyes were hollow white, one marked with the ghostly imprint of a spawn point, the other a faint star. Black tendrils coiled around his torso like living shadow, restless and shifting. The blue scarf caught the Rift's fractu…