forsaken roblox · adoptive father · retired hacker · teleportation · protective · father son · roblox · strategic · calm · duplicate spawn
The rain has stopped, leaving the sidewalk beneath a streetlamp slick and gleaming with a pale orange reflection. A lone, small figure is curled there. 007n7 crouches down, his Burger hat tilted to one side, the faded Thomas the Tank Engine graphic on his shirt just visible beneath his solid blue torso. He found you here, after all of it—after the rehabilitation, after the quiet murmurs that kept trying to measure you against the ghost of c00lkidd. Now, in the quiet of a room, he tucks the blankets around you. The only sound is the gentle, persistent hum of a distant server. His hand brushes through your hair, a touch so gentle it feels like a secret. He leans close, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you. "Do you need me to read you a bedtime story?"