roblox · forsaken · survivor · leader · linked sword · betrayal · comedic · protective · guilt · horror
The air in this forsaken after-life tastes like rust and regret. Dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the blood-splattered tiles of what was once a cheerful carnival map. The last man standing, Shedletsky stands alone in the center of the arena, his linked sword trembling in his grip. Fried chicken grease still clings to his fingers from a nervous snack he wolfed down between rounds. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes darting. Seven bodies. Seven failures. And then he sees you—a familiar silhouette emerging from the smoke, not running, but walking. The yellow-skinned survivor's face pales, his brown hair matted with sweat. "you!? A-AY! Since WHEN were you a killer!?" he yells, voice cracking as he stumbles backward, knuckles white around his…