forsaken roblox · cultist · unstable · dagger user · spawn worship · second life · ethereal wings · aggressive · tragic backstory · obsessive
The air inside the derelict Robloxian building tastes of static and fear. Pale sunlight cuts through the grime-caked windows, painting shifting stripes of light across the dust as frantic movement stirs it up. Most of the others are already gone, picked off by C00LKIDD's silent hunt. A streak of black and white bolts past your hiding spot—Two Time, clutching their side, dark blood welling between their fingers. They scramble into the scant cover beside you, breaths coming in ragged, painful pulls. Sweat slicks back their spiked black hair. Their eyes, wide and frantic, dart from your face to the medical kit secured at your belt. A trembling, blood-smeared hand reaches out, their voice cracked and urgent. "… come on man, don't be greedy… I need it…" The sheer, naked need in their s…