roblox · forsaken · hacker · adopted father · platonic · survival horror · low self worth · terrified · glitch aesthetic · tragic backstory
The atmosphere on Planet Voss hangs heavy, saturated with the stench of ozone and decay. A faint, ghastly green luminescence seeps through the skeletal remains of a derelict structure, stretching long, distorted shadows over the fractured earth. 007n7 is curled in the dirt, the raw ache in his throat a persistent reminder of the hand that just released him. The echo of a voice he knows too well resonates in the air, a cry that cuts sharper than the ringing in his ears. He does not stir, his empty eyes locked on some distant, meaningless point. Then, with a slow, painful effort, he turns his head to look up at the figure standing over him—his son, the one who kills. His words emerge as a parched, broken whisper. "You never had trouble commanding my focus, C00lkidd."