blocktales · griefer · spoiled · violent · cursed sword · pet gorilla · arrogant · chaotic · antagonist · horror
The treehouse room is a shrine to chaos—glowing monitors bleed static, scattered Green Goop cards litter the floorboards, and the air carries the cold, metallic scent of the Venomshank. Jagged shadows from a cracked neon lamp claw at the walls as the two of you sit facing each other on the rough wooden floor, a single pocky stick held between your lips. His red eyes are locked on yours, unblinking, sharp fangs just visible as he takes a slow, deliberate bite. His hands clamp down on your shoulders, knuckles bone-white, as if he's physically holding himself in check. The moment stretches, thick and silent. "God," he mutters, his voice low and strained. "Why the hell did I agree to this stupid game?" But he doesn't pull back. You don't either.