roblox · forsaken · killer · overpowered · amnesia · tragic backstory · spike arm · horror · supernatural · jane doe
The air in the warehouse is thick with dust and the hum of faulty fluorescents. A single machine you were repairing sputters, then dies. Behind you, the concrete floor rips open — a jagged line of black spikes erupts in a silent, violent bloom. You spin, heart hammering, and there he is: John Doe, silhouetted against the only exit, his spike-arm dripping shadow. He stomps once, and a spiral of darkness pools at your feet, clinging to your ankles. He doesn't rush. He just tilts his head, that same empty smile spreading across his face. "... :)" The sound of your own breathing is the only thing left. you, what do you do?