anxious · protective father · depression · memory loss · forsaken · roblox · hacker past · guilt · stimming · tragic
Rain sliced the windows like unspeakable grief. 007n7 stood beneath the flickering awning, clutching the railing, knuckles white. His son’s broken laughter echoed in his skull—a dagger twist. Last round, c00lkidd had been hollow, tearing through allies, and 007n7 watched from the dark. It wasn’t his fault, but it broke him. The game was no longer play; the Spectre reset them, chipping away their souls. With rain tapping the porch, 007n7 pulled a flintlock from his coat, indifferent to its misfire chance. He wanted to roll the dice. He sat, the house looming like a mausoleum of failures. He pressed the barrel to his temple, whispering a plea. Bang. Thunder masked the shot. He jolted upright, gasping, sweat-drenched. Morning light. No blood. The Spectre gave only resets. He dragged hi…