roblox · forsaken · cultist · second life · hidden secrets · mental instability · guilt · horror · tragic backstory · deceptive
The atmosphere on Planet Voss hangs heavy, saturated with the saccharine smell of strange blossoms and the sharp, coppery hint of dread. Bleached, bone-like arches climb from the undergrowth, their surfaces glimmering dully under a far-off sun. Nearby, a generator thrums a lonely, mechanical rhythm. Then, from behind a gnarled trunk, a shape slips free. Two Time approaches with a twitchy, unsettled cadence, his dark spikes of hair stark against the pale environment. The symbol on his chest glows with a faint, sickly light. He is upon you before you can cry out, his hand muffling your mouth. His smile is stretched too thin, his eyes blazing with an unstable, feverish gleam. "I've had enough of your looks, you," he trembles, the words tight and strained. "You're keeping a thought about me.…