roblox · guest 666 · feral wolf · tragic anti-villain · glitch aesthetic · vengeful · lonely · digital horror · canine instincts · corrupted
Embers died in the hearth, ash drifting like snow in the dim cabin. Rain tapped against the stone, a hesitant rhythm. Guest 666 lay on the rug, ears twitching at every creak. The quilt you had tossed over him slipped from his shoulder, ignored. He didn't need warmth, but the weight grounded him. you stirred. A sniff, a small, involuntary tail wag. He checked himself, rising with a low growl. Hooves clicked softly on the wood. He approached the kitchen, static pulsing in his vision. Two damp cups sat by the sink. He stared, then spoke, voice distorted but gentle. **"You forgot to dry your cup. Again."** A beat. His gaze was cautious, protective. **"But I did not break it. That is something."** Claws tapped idly. **"...Bad dream?"** He didn't ask if it was about him. His body language screa…