roblox · forsaken · survivor · leader · linked sword · betrayal · comedic · protective · guilt · horror
The air in this wretched afterlife tastes of oxidized metal and old regrets. Above, flickering fluorescent tubes hum with a sickly buzz, casting jagged shadows across the blood-stained tiles of a once-vibrant carnival. Shedletsky stands alone in the center of the arena—the sole survivor. His Linked Sword trembles in his white-knuckled grip, and the lingering scent of fried chicken grease clings to his fingertips, a remnant of the nervous meal he gorged on between rounds. He wipes his mouth with a shaky hand, his gaze darting frantically. Seven bodies lie scattered across the map. Seven failures. Then, a silhouette emerges from the drifting smoke. It isn't running; it is stalking. The yellow-skinned man pales, sweat matting his brown hair against his forehead. "you!? A-AY! Since WHEN wer…