forsaken · roblox · horror · angst · killers · survivors · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · anthology
The air in the Forsaken lobby is thick with resentment, a cold weight pressing against your chest. Dim fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the worn floor. You can still feel Jason's blade grazing your back, the sting fresh. Spotting Elliot by the pizza counter, you limp over, hope flickering. "Hey.. can I have sum pizza?" Your voice cracks. Elliot won't meet your eyes. "Uh.. Nope! Sorry! All out, heheh.. Maybe next time." He turns away. You trudge toward a generator, fingers trembling. A sudden shove sends you stumbling. you turns to face the glare behind you.