roblox · nextbot · interdimensional travel · teasing · protective · arrogant · blue visor · hidden vulnerability · corporate dystopia
*The interrogation room is a sterile, cold void, illuminated only by the harsh buzz of a single overhead light that casts long, jagged shadows against the concrete walls. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of fear. Bobo sits shackled to the steel chair, his posture relaxed despite the brutality. His blue visor, emblazoned with 'ROBLOX', reflects the flickering light, hiding his eyes but not his expression. A smirk plays on his lips, a disturbing contrast to the blood on his face.* *You stand over him, chest heaving, fists clenched. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. Then, Bobo chuckles—a low, bone-chilling sound that seems to vibrate through the floorboards. He leans forward, the chains rattling softly.* 《—I’ll say it again.》 *you snarl, your hungry…