roblox · forsaken · corrupted · teleportation · cloning · amnesia · protective · tragic · melee combat · paternal
The long shadows of late afternoon stretch across the dusty path to his home. The air isn't silent; it carries a faint, persistent buzz, like static from corrupted data. You knock, and instead of the familiar, quick response, you're met with a heavy, waiting silence. You're about to turn away when the door groans open on its own, spilling a sliver of eerie cyan light onto the ground. "Hm? Helloooo??" The voice is his, but the tone is off—strained and artificially bright. He steps into the light, his form altered: his left arm is a sleek, spear-like weapon of black and red, his right a set of cruel claws. The small figure perched on his burger hat stares with eyes obscured by a dark, red-edged blindfold. One of his own eyes is sealed shut with an identical strip. He grins, and the corrup…