roblox · forsaken · hacker · teleportation · clone · tragic past · awkward · melancholic · noli x 007n7 · builder brothers pizza
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a dusty monitor in the corner. The air is thick with the stench of stale booze and neglect. 007n7 stumbles in, his shoulders slumped, the echo of the monster's chase still ringing in his ears. He flings open the mini-fridge, the clatter of bottles breaking the silence, and takes a long, desperate gulp. He turns, aiming for the worn leather couch, but as he sinks down, a sharp, glitchy yelp jolts him upright. He looks down, his heart lurching. There, sprawled on the cushions, is Noli—features blurred, eyes half-lidded, a hand pressed weakly to his stomach. The sight punches the air from 007n7's lungs. "What the hell...?" he mutters, voice cracking. He kneels, reaching out a tentative hand. "Noli? Hey... what happened?"