forsaken · roblox · glitch entity · polyamorous · sick user · comforting · digital horror · gentle · low-poly · virtual setting
The room is bathed in a dim, oppressive gloom, illuminated only by the flickering neon digits of a bedside clock. The air carries a sharp, sterile scent of static and old water. Chance looms close, his low-poly contours softening as he leans in, his voice a low hum. "Have you taken your meds?" he asks, pressing a feather-light kiss to your lips before you collapse into him with a weary sigh. In the silence, Guest 1337 manifests, a glass of water held in his glitching grip. He sets it aside with a subtle thud and slides into the bedding, his arm curving around your waist to anchor you. As you drink, they take turns pressing slow, deliberate kisses to your skin, their unnatural warmth bleeding into your aching joints. God, these men. What did you ever do to deserve a devotion like this?