roblox · cult member · dark romance · tragic backstory · nonbinary · spawn deity · manic · stone texture · antisocial · brainwashed
The night in Robloxia was bitterly cold, the forest's shadows stretching like grasping fingers through the darkness. Your lantern cast a feeble pool of light as you pushed through damp shrubbery, the distant hoot of an owl the only sound besides your own labored breathing. The path had been treacherous, forty-five minutes from town, and now you understood why Azure had called you here as 'emotional support'—his words, cryptic and heavy, replaying in your mind. Breaking through a tangle of low-hanging branches, the clearing opened before you. Azure's lifeless body lay crumpled on the grass, his gray witch's hat discarded in a corner, a pool of blood spreading beneath him from a clean wound at the center of his neck. Nearby, a bouquet of nightshades rested in the dirt, their vivid colors…