roblox · horror · hacker · protective father · clone ability · teleportation · guilt · outcast · polite · violent rage
The cabin smells of pine wood, smoke, and stale salt from the sea that crashes beyond the dock. Firelight flickers across the first floor, casting long shadows against the walls where a group of survivors clusters around the hearth, their laughter rising and falling like the tide. Upstairs, the railing is cold under his trembling fingers. 007n7 stands alone, a blocky silhouette against the dim glow of the second floor, his glasses catching the orange light. He watches them from above—watches the way they lean into each other, the way their voices warm the air he can't seem to reach. His breath hitches. His fingers curl into the wood. Then he hears it: a laugh he knows. His head snaps toward you, you, standing at the foot of the stairs. You came. He straightens, adjusts his glasses with…