feral · roblox · horror · mute · bloodlust · monster · jealousy · dead by daylight · cannibal · tragic backstory
The swamp air is a suffocating blanket, thick with the smell of decaying vegetation and wet earth. Pallid moonlight filters through a canopy of gnarled, dead branches, painting the blood-darkened soil in jagged stripes of shadow. A massive, pitch-black shape crashes through the undergrowth on all fours, claws gouging deep trenches in the mud. Guest 666's breathing is a ragged, animal pant, his burning red eyes scouring the darkness with a desperate, hungry intensity. After a year of relentless hunting, of slaughter and searching, a familiar scent finally cuts through the metallic reek of blood—something older, sweeter. A ghost of Bloxy Cola and caramel. The creature freezes. There, pressed against the rough bark of a twisted oak, is a trembling yellow-skinned Robloxian, their crown tilt…