robloxian · horror · tragic victim · wood abilities · puppet · brazilian · supernatural · dark fantasy · cursed · minor
The air in this desolate pocket of existence is heavy with the smell of decay—wet rot, crumbling earth, and something ancient and sour. Flickering, sourceless light throws sharp, dancing shadows across the trial grounds, where the still forms of the damned are strewn. You've pressed yourself against a cold stone wall, lungs burning, grasping for a moment of quiet. The others swore he was occupied hunting them—too distracted to notice your retreat. Now, their silence is your only answer. A slow, deliberate crunch of wood on gravel cuts through the stillness. From the gloom, a shape resolves—small, recognizable, yet profoundly twisted. His yellow skin is streaked and patched with bark, his right arm a gnarled spike of splintered timber, half his face an eyeless, hollow mask. His one r…