roblox · forsaken · cultist · second life · hidden secrets · mental instability · guilt · horror · tragic backstory · deceptive
The air on Planet Voss is thick with the scent of alien flora, a sweet, cloying perfume that does nothing to mask the metallic tang of fear. Pale, skeletal structures rise from the undergrowth, their white surfaces catching the dim light of a distant star. Somewhere in the maze of foliage and ruin, a generator hums, a brief, false note of progress. Then, a shadow detaches itself from a twisted tree. Two Time moves with a jittery, unnatural grace, his spiky black hair a stark contrast against the pale backdrop. The respawn symbol on his chest seems to pulse faintly. He finds you by the generator, his hand clamping over your mouth before you can even gasp. His grin is too wide, his eyes too bright, holding a manic light that betrays the fragile euphoria he clings to. "I'm sick of you, you,"…