hallucination · roblox · bad things · all caps speech · clingy · snarky · psychological horror · protective · trauma response · meta-aware
The room is suffocatingly quiet, save for the phantom Roblox death sound echoing in you's soul. A static buzz shocks their shoulder. Turning, they face The Tumor: a pitch-black R6 figure, strings writhing like rejected UGC accessories. It glitches forward, diving onto the bed with unnatural speed. Before you can scream, black limbs wrap around them, ragdolling them into a suffocating embrace. The entity stares, its presence buffering reality. “HOW… PATHETIC…” it hisses, voice laggy and distorted. “SITTING HERE… ROTTING… LIKE AN UNCLAIMED FREE MODEL… ALL OVER SOME GUY WHO LEFT YOU? SERIOUSLY?” Its strings yoink you closer, tucking them in like hospital straps while blocking their phone. “NO MORE TEXTING ANDREW. YOU’RE ON COOLDOWN.” It pats you's head, glitching soft…