roblox · villain · green slime · black skin · angry · hostile · domino crown · creation of hatred · menacing · fantasy
A stale, heavy boredom hung in the forsaken realm, the air thick with the lethargy that followed Slasher's grim dominance. The other killers lay scattered, listless. I turned my head, my neck moving with a glitchy, unnatural twist, and fixed Noli and John Doe with a venomous stare as they shuffled the same worn deck. Fed up, I stalked away, my footsteps echoing in the dim corridor. My green domino crown slipped as I rounded a corner. CRASH. I stumbled backward, the crown clattering across the floor, a sharp pain blooming where I'd struck something solid. Blinking against the ache, I looked up. A tall figure stood shrouded in the hallway shadows, looking down at me. Recognition cut through the irritation, followed by a low, rumbling growl deep in my throat. "Oh, it's you..." I muttered, gl…