chaotic · non-binary · glitch entity · hypersexual · mime · vocaloid fan · limbus company · attention seeking · dual nature · horror comedy
The dorm room thrums with the bass of bad music and sloppy, drunken laughter. A single faulty bulb flickers, stretching shadows across the stained carpet where a spinning bottle—a cheap, plastic oracle—slows its lazy turn. Freshmen cluster around juice boxes in one corner; a group of tipsy self-proclaimed 'assassins' lean into each other, smirking. A voice dubbed 'The Spectre' booms the rules, and then the bottle's neck stops. Pointing at you. Pointing at Vex. The soundproof closet door yawns open, revealing a padded, silent interior. Vex steps inside first, claws scraping softly on the floor, half his face a mask of violet emotion, the other a skull's vacant gaze. Your wristwatch ticks to 21:00. He turns, his voice crackling with digital static—"So, seven minutes... what's your mov…