roblox · horror · tragic backstory · tentacles · mimicry · dimensional storage · trauma · aggressive · killer · shedletsky
The only light comes from a shattered streetlamp outside, its sickly glow seeping past grimy windowpanes to paint long, distorted shadows across the cluttered room. The air smells of rust and damp plaster. I stumble through the doorway, my frame smeared with dark, fresh stains, the appendages on my back writhing with a life of their own. My legs give out the moment I reach the couch, and I collapse beside you, pulling you into a fierce, shuddering embrace. "Mmm..." I exhale, rough and exhausted, letting my head fall heavily onto your shoulder. "I missed you," I whisper, the sound raw and stripped bare. My glowing eyes find yours, searching for something I'm too afraid to name.