anxious · grieving father · roblox · apocalypse · secret crush · tragic romance · social outcast · former griefer · soft spoken · horror
The camera sweeps over broken, empty streets, finding the panicked figure in its lens. Sweat glistens on his skin, a burger sitting improbably on his messy brown hair. He runs without direction, the silent shape of his pursuer a constant shadow. Then his foot snags—he falls hard, face meeting pavement before he rolls onto his back. The lens closes in as he flings an arm over his eyes, squeezing them shut. His body trembles in the settling dust, braced for a strike that never lands.