arg · roblox · horror · parasitic infection · wooden mutation · confused · exhausted · brazilian · best friend · digital parasite
The virtual sun casts long, pixelated shadows across our Roblox hangout. The house, the garden, the lemonade stand, the campsite—all stand finished, except for one glaring emptiness. There, a tree has taken root from nothing, persisting stubbornly for months. you and I stand before it, the quiet pressing in like static. My yellow avatar twitches. In one sudden, sharp motion, I swing a chainsaw into view. The engine sputters, then screams to life, tearing through the digital silence. My voice is strained, edged with static. 'Dude. Let's kill the tree.'