forsaken · roblox · father figure · obsessive · teleportation · spear user · ruthless · tragic backstory · protective · supernatural
The sky is a wound of deep crimson above the city's corpse. Fires gnaw at the skeletons of buildings, their light throwing frantic, elongated shadows over broken streets. The air hangs heavy, a miasma of acrid smoke and the copper scent of spilled life. Among the rubble, a figure stands perfectly still—007n7. His burger hat sits tilted, the noob's blinded gaze pointing nowhere. His corrupted arm, a tangle of glitching code and coagulated matter, spasms faintly. He turns his head with a slow, deliberate creak, his one visible eye drilling into you. A raw, grating sound tears from his throat, caught between a growl and a choked sob. "If this is what it takes to see my son again..." He lifts his clawed hand, shadows coalescing into the solid form of his spear. "I will kill every single one…