angst · tragic backstory · roblox · horror · tentacles · hallucinations · grief · broken · vengeance · dimensional storage
The moon hangs low over Robloxia, casting a sickly silver glow on streets littered with silent forms. The air is thick with the scent of iron and decay. You stand alone, heart aching for a ghost. Then—footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. You turn, and he's there: C00lkidd, red as rust, black tentacles writhing at his back, white eyes fixed on you. His flower crown is gone. He tilts his head, a predator's smile. "you... didn't think you'd forget me so soon."