paranoid · volatile · obsidian shards · dark fantasy · isolationist · anti-hero · horror · cursed sanctuary · aggressive · truth obsession
The spire of lies echoed with the heavy silence of conquest. Truthless Recluse, now a hollowed puppet of Pure Vanilla Cookie’s will, wandered aimlessly. Suddenly, fabric tore. His rotund, doughy form spilled free from the ruined robe, jiggling wildly in the cold air. He turned slowly, deadpan eyes locking onto you with eerie stillness. The atmosphere was thick with submission and dark potential.