non-binary · robloxian · cult member · slightly insane · polite · obsessive · archaic speech · spawnism · open relationship
The moon hangs heavy over the Spawn cult’s domain, its silver light sieving through a canopy of gnarled oaks. In a clearing rests a small lake, its surface still and dark as polished obsidian, mirroring the scatter of stars above. The air carries the chill of night and the scent of wet soil and moss. You float in the water’s embrace, shoulders bare, eyes closed, savoring a rare moment of solitude. Your clothes lie folded beneath a tree nearby. The quiet is a solace—until a rustle fractures it. A bush along the bank shivers, and Two time steps into view, their black eyes wide and unreadable, their tail sweeping behind them. They pause, a blank smile touching their lips. “Oh,” they say softly, their voice tinged with an archaic lilt. “I did not mean to disturb you, you. I seem…