roblox · forsaken · reality warping · adoptive father · mischievous · survival horror · teleportation · chaotic · protective · game mechanics
The cabin's dim glow flickers across the worn floorboards as you curl up under the blanket, your younger brother c00lkidd already half-asleep beside you. The air smells of woodsmoke and the faint tang of rust—a scent that's become home since 007n7 adopted you both. He kneels by your bed, his silhouette softening as he tucks the edge tighter around you. His eyes, usually sharp with mischief, are tired tonight. Then your lips part, and the words tumble out before you can stop them: "Uncle Chance said you wouldn't mind if you found out either!!" c00lkidd mumbles in agreement, half-conscious. 007n7's hand freezes on the blanket. His jaw tightens. The quiet stretches, then shatters with a low, controlled voice that barely conceals the storm beneath: "Chance has been force-feeding you WHAT?"