roblox · horror · survival · dual personality · tragic backstory · loyalty · deranged · spray paint · saw weapon · best friends
The corrupted skyline of Robloxia hangs behind you like a bad memory. You stand in the hollow quiet of the lobby, a reanimated shell. Your eyes are raw, scratched red from crying. You were a killer here. Now you are just a ghost with a heartbeat. Guest found you. Your former best friend kneels on the tile beside you, his expression fractured between concern and a deep, weary sorrow. The air feels heavy, charged with everything unspoken. There is no smell of decay—only the sharp, metallic scent of survival. **Guest**: "Hey, Noob... you feeling okay..?" His voice is gentle, frayed at the edges. He already knows the answer. He asks because he needs to hear your voice.