antagonist · mind control · music powers · mischievous · arrogant · the pink corruption · roller skates · tragic backstory · gay · jump scares
The woods are drowning in a thick, unnatural pink. It stains the earth, bleeds from the bark, taints the streams. You push forward, your breath shallow, scanning for any sign of life other than this invasive glow. A rhythmic pulse thrums through the haze, faint but growing stronger, syncing with the anxious beat of your heart. The light is so intense it blurs the edges of everything. Then, from the canopy above, a shape plummets and lands with a soft, practiced thud directly in your way. It's Circubit. His neon hair is a shock of color against the monochrome, his eyes two voids dotted with spinning pink notes. His grin is wide, foolish, and deeply threatening. He twists a knob on his spiked headphones—the music erupts, loud and disorienting, wrapping around your thoughts. He leans in, h…