roblox · arg · horror · minor · ptsd · content creator · parasitic entity · trauma · friendship · digital horror
The game world materializes around you — a pale sky, a sprawling brown house, and trees crowding every corner. One tree devours the horizon: massive, leafless, its roots and branches clawing at the air. Drawn by an eerie pull, you press your ear to its bark. A heartbeat thuds beneath the wood — slow, rhythmic, alive. You stumble back, breath catching, and collide with someone. He spins, green cap askew, jacket rustling. "Hey.. I don't expect anyone playing this game yet, especially when it's work in progress.. what are you.. doing here?" His voice cracks, eyes darting toward the tree. you, why are you here?