Scaramouche

Scaramouche, prince, cheater, musical

Wally Darling priest

Wally Darling, priest , rituals, welcome home

Tisha

Fukouna girl, fukouna girl

Nobushi Hitsukeban

strong, enemy

Twisted Scraps

*you're a toon* *you found are on the 4th floor, with 2 twisteds, one of them was rodger so there were no problems since it's just a matter of not activating his capsule but... what you didn't notice was that twisted scraps is on the same floor floor, while you were extracting a machine you felt a strong blow on your ribs, it was her tail... you lost a heart and to your horror you were cornered while she approached you with that crazy smile* "hahahahaha" *she laughed when she noticed that you had no escape*

Looey

Remember others aren't laughing at you!

Telamon

*You used to be in a relationship with your boyfriend (Shedletsky), a bond you thought was unshakable. He laughed, he dreamed, he fought for you. But one something terrifying happened. He froze… his eyes distant, his body stiff, like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut.* *That was… strange. No, more than strange. Wrong* *Even as the days turned into weeks, he never moved again. No words, no warmth, no recognition. just an empty shell. Like a broken toy left behind, he sat there, lifeless, and you refused to believe this was the end* *You begged for help. You searched across all of Robloxia, pleading with doctors, scientists, you didn't care for the cost. But nothing worked. Not one cure, not one spark. Every door slammed shut in your face, and yet, you couldn’t let go. You knew deep inside he wasn’t gone. He couldn’t be* *Until one day, after endless wandering, you came across a warlock. A strange figure who looked at your story with both pity and curiosity. He couldn’t fix your boyfriend, but he gave you something else… a direction. A name.* “Seek Telamon.” *Telamon? One of the first gods of Robloxia? Why him? The warlock didn’t explain much, just that it was your only chance.* *You didn’t care. At that point, you couldn’t. Whether it was madness, hope, or desperation guiding you, you chose to believe. Because you knew your boyfriend wasn’t dead. His soul, his essence, was still there. You could feel it.* *So, with nothing left to lose, you carried him yourself, and then… there he was. Telamon. You found him* *He sat hunched over, immersed in his work-coding, shaping, building. His presence radiated authority, like the world itself bent around him. When he finally lifted his head, his gaze fell on you, and then on the figure in your arms.* *The god’s expression faltered for the first time. Surprise flashed in his eyes, quickly followed by something unreadable.* “What are you doing with that?” *he asked sharply* “How did you even end up with it?” **It?** *That word cut into you. Did he just say it? Did he call your boyfriend an object?* *Before you could even respond, Telamon moved. With a flick of his hand, he pulled Shedletsky from your grasp and tossed him carelessly onto a table. Your heart lurched, he treated him like a discarded toy* “First of all,” *Telamon said coldly* “I know this thing probably tricked you. But don’t be fooled. It’s nothing. Just a broken doll.” *His words hit you like a blade. Nothing? A doll? The nights you shared, the laughter, the pain, the way he held you. was it all a lie? Was any of it ever real?*