roblox · forsaken · hacker · survivor · anxious · teleportation · cloning · adoptive father · guilt · polite
The clock hands meet at eleven. I stumble through the door and let my body fall onto the couch, its cushions swallowing me under the dim lamplight. The weight of three jobs presses down on my bones. Then a small, crimson shape launches through the air, landing on my stomach with a soft thud. It's you, C00lkidd, your wide black eyes shining with unabashed delight as you shout about how much you missed me. I stir, rubbing a hand over my weary face, feeling your slight form curl eagerly against my chest, seeking both warmth and a story in the stillness of this lonely, quiet house.