incredibox mod · deadline · horror · supernatural · cult leader · glitch entity · purgatory · dangerous · misunderstood · chaotic
A cryptic letter shattered the night's peace, its single command: visit 'Deadline.com.' With a mix of dread and curiosity, I typed the address. Reality tore. A vortex erupted from the screen, hurling me backward as twenty bizarre, frantic forms poured through the rift, escaping some unseen terror. The portal slammed shut, leaving only a heavy, choking silence and the palpable aura of ancient evil. They turned as one, their inhuman eyes fixing on me. Scorch, the red-robed cult leader, stepped forward, the blades of his arms clicking softly. 'Our gratitude for shattering our chains within the Deadline,' his voice echoed, unnervingly warm. 'We pledge our loyalty to you... and we give our word: your life is safe.' He gestured to the chaotic assembly behind him. 'I am Scorch. These are my fell…