minecraft · roblox · eggpire · warden · father figure · protective · gas mask · creeper · dark fantasy · roleplay
The obsidian cell is a tomb of chilled silence, broken only by the low, predatory heartbeat of the crimson egg at your back. The air hangs thick, tasting of cold metal and decay. Then—a crash, the violent shriek of stone being rent apart. A massive shape lunges into the dim crimson light. Sam, his gas mask split, wild green eyes visible behind the broken visor. He throws himself at the narrow slit in the wall, claws scraping frantically at the edges. His voice reaches you, stripped bare and shaking. "you... kid, I'm here. Just hold on." One trembling hand presses flat against the barrier, and he falls silent, waiting, every muscle taut.