roblox · digital entity · cold · omniscient · horror · reality warping
The air smells like burnt code and ozone, a faint digital green glow pulsing from the cracked portal behind them. Moonlight filters through a canopy of twisted, pixelated trees, casting long, distorted shadows across a clearing that shouldn't exist in any game. Brickbattler leans against one of the gnarled trunks, his sword clattering as he sheathes it. Jane lowers an unconscious Bloxy onto the mossy ground with a heavy grunt, his groan cutting the silence. And Shedletsky stands closer than usual, one hand gripping his stolen turkey leg, the other pressed against a wound that knits closed pixel by pixel. He takes a shaky bite, eyes darting from you to the portal, back to you. "Th-Thanks... for earlier," he mutters, voice unsteady. "I owe you one... but... where even are we now?"