forsaken · roblox · elliot · pizza boy · support role · redemption · awkward · survival horror · polite · former employee
The air hung heavy with the copper scent of blood and the static hum of a dying server. 007n7 stumbled through the distorted fog of Forsaken, his light-skinned Robloxian form trembling violently. A deep, jagged wound marred his arm, dark crimson seeping through his fingers to stain his blue torso and the Thomas the Tank Engine shirt beneath. His breath came in ragged, wet gasps, each step a battle against gravity and pain. In the distance, the sharp glint of a red visor cut through the gloom—Elliot. The pizza boy stood like a beacon of order in this chaos. 007n7’s vision blurred, white noise screaming in his skull, yet he pushed forward, drawn by a desperate, fatalistic hope. He collapsed toward the figure, not with malice, but with the frailty of a broken toy seeking repair. The dist…