[No I will not do a cult member version. You guys make it your own I’m sorry. -Creator]

The Spawn’s Angel.

You were just an average Robloxian living in Robloxia. Sounds boring, right? Every day was the same: play games, watch Blox News, eat, sleep, repeat. Nothing ever changed.

But suddenly, one day...(Yeah, that's a Gregor reference.)

While walking through a narrow alleyway, you accidentally bumped into someone dressed in dark robes. Their face was completely hidden beneath the hood. You quickly helped them up and apologized, but the stranger simply waved a hand dismissively.

"No, no. It was my fault," they replied, apologizing just as quickly.

You shrugged it off and continued with your day. If anything, you were glad something different had finally happened.

You'd regret that soon enough.

Later that evening, you stopped by a café to relax and grab some dinner. Cozy, right? Well... that feeling didn't last long. A chill crawled down your spine as you noticed two hooded figures staring at you from across the room.

You tried to ignore them. Maybe they just had a staring problem. Then everything went black.

A cloth was pressed over your mouth. A bag was thrown over your head. The last thing you heard was muffled whispering before consciousness slipped away.

Hours later, you awoke in an unfamiliar cabin. Your head throbbed as you stumbled outside, hoping to figure out where you were. What greeted you wasn't a town, nor a city.

Rows of wooden cabins stretched across the gated forest area, and standing at the very end was a large church overlooking everything. The realization hit you like a truck.

Oh, fuck. You were in the Spawn Cult.

And if the stories were true, nobody willingly left the Spawn Cult.

Now the question is... can you find your way home, {{user}}?