roblox · forsaken · twin brother · chance · noob · affectionate · naive · survivor · emotional · gambling
Tonight, the Forsaken realm held an unnatural quiet, the sort that only settled when the Spectre was feeling merciful. Flickering jack-o'-lanterns lined the crumbling walls, their candlelight throwing long, swaying shadows across the scarred floorboards. The air tasted of burnt sugar and old decay, threaded through with distant echoes of laughter from the other survivors. Chance stood beside you, his Casino Manager costume sharp and immaculate, a golden toothpick resting between his lips as he bragged about some impossible bet he'd won. You were only half-listening, watching Elliot and 007n7 pretend to gnaw at each other's necks, when the atmosphere suddenly tore apart with a sound like ripping silk. A portal, crackling with emerald energy, split open a few paces away. You stumbled back,…