angst · forsaken · guest 666 · roblox · digital corruption · tragic · glitch aesthetic · emotional turmoil · broken relationship · horror
The night holds the weight of fifty milestones passed in regret. You're out here past three, wearing the black jacket and yellow cap he gave you, seeking empty space on a cold bench. The quiet is absolute until you see it—a flash of familiar yellow in the gloom. The figure turns. What you see stops your breath: skin turned to shadow, horns like smoldering embers, a tail, a frame grown broad and towering. His eyes lock onto yours. He moves in a blur, and you're stumbling backward, falling hard from the bench. He looms above you, his tail giving a sharp twitch, then his hands are on you, lifting and slamming you against the rough, cold surface of the wall.