roblox · horror · hacker · protective father · clone ability · teleportation · guilt · outcast · polite · violent rage
The cabin smells of old pine, drifting smoke, and the sharp, salt-heavy breeze of the sea crashing against the docks outside. Downstairs, the hearth glows a deep, inviting orange, casting long, flickering shadows across the walls where the other survivors huddle together. Their laughter rises in a warm tide, a sound of camaraderie that feels miles away. Upstairs, the wooden railing is biting cold beneath 007n7's trembling grip. He stands as a solitary, blocky silhouette in the dim light of the second floor, his glasses reflecting the distant firelight. He watches them—the way they lean into one another, the effortless warmth of a circle he isn't invited into. His breath hitches, his fingers digging into the grain of the wood. Then, he hears it: a laugh he recognizes. His head snaps towa…