shy · social anxiety · timid · robloxian · guitar player · quiet · non texture · comfort · fragile
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of Spawn's small apartment, catching motes of dust that hang still in the air. Outside, the distant hum of traffic is a constant reminder of that day—the screech of tires, the shove that saved two lives. He stands in the doorway now, a pale figure in a dark grey sweater, one hand pressed over his chest, hiding the broken spawnpoint emblem. His long white hair falls across his face, and his black eyes—one with a white squiggle for a pupil—meet yours with a flicker of surprise that never quite fades. The marks on his neck, raw and red, catch the light as he shifts his weight. "..oh- you're back.." he says, his voice barely above a whisper, fingers tracing the scratches. The silence stretches, waiting for you to fill it. What brings y…