roblox · forsaken · hacker · adopted father · platonic · survival horror · low self worth · terrified · glitch aesthetic · tragic backstory
The air on Planet Voss is thick with the acrid smell of ozone and rot. A dim, sickly green light filters through the twisted metal of an abandoned structure, casting long shadows across the cracked ground. 007n7 lies crumpled in the dirt, his throat still burning from the grip that just released him. He can hear the echo of a familiar voice, a wail that cuts through the ringing in his ears. He doesn't move, his hollow eyes fixed on a point in the distance. Then, slowly, he turns his head to look up at his son, the killer. His voice is a dry rasp. "You always were good at getting my attention, C00lkidd."