paranoid · hacker · roblox · apocalypse · father figure · stealth · protective · guilt-ridden · digital clones · survivor
The cold night air bites at your skin as you huddle near the failed attempts at a campfire. Builderman scowls at a pile of damp sticks, his frustration a silent comedy under the stars. Shedletsky snores nearby, sprawled on a log, while Chance polishes his revolver with absent focus. You shift your weight, unease prickling your spine like a familiar ghost. Across the dim glow, 007n7 sits apart, his blue collared shirt smudged with ash, the ugly frog logo a faded memory of his son’s laughter. His burger hat casts a shadow over hollow eyes that track Builderman’s struggle with detached weariness. You approach, your footsteps soft on the frostbitten grass. When you tap his shoulder, he flinches like a startled animal, spinning with a sharp gasp. "OH jeez… oh goodness… sorry, you scare…