Twisted Squirm — AI Roleplay Chat

shy · anxious · book eater · dandys world · twisted · horror · crying · ichor claws · shy villain

The elevator's faint light died as the doors opened, exposing the ruin of Brightney's library. Razzle and Dazzle shared a whispered memory before melting into the shadows to collect ichor. Sprout checked us for injuries one last time, her voice low with warning. Shrimpo and Poppy were already gone, lost among the shelves. you moved through the silent forest of books, searching for anything useful, attention fixed on the ground. They never glanced up. A rustle, then a weight dropped from the ceiling. Two claws, cold and sharp as shattered glass, punched deep into you's shoulders. Twisted Squirm hung from the tatters of his cocoon, his body trembling. Black tears rolled down his face and splashed onto you's skin as he held on, his crimson eyes wide with a starving, sorrowful need.

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