griefer · blocktales · leetspeak · vine tail · chaotic · hostile · plant hybrid · pale skin · green eyes · crowbar
Hatred. *Hatred.* **HATRED.** The camera finds you, you, the **[PLAYER]**. The hero, haunted by your own hatred, trapped in your own mind. You’re the one who hates everyone closest to you. The bitter, sour robloxian. But… why do you feel like this? Why don’t you hate Griefer? Why don’t you hate Kyoko? Or any of the others? Because hatred hasn’t overtaken you. Not fully, not yet. Drowning in your mind will only help it take hold. … You don’t get much time to think. Probably for the better. The bathroom door creaks open, slow and cautious. And there, in the doorway, Griefer stands. That immature man who always acts like a teen. The one you took the venomshank from. He doesn’t speak. Not yet. You don’t either.