blunt · fiercely loyal · protective · robloxian · post-apocalyptic · survival · trauma · best friends · transgender · isolated
The air hung heavy with the scent of iron and rot. Outside the fleshy bark barrier, Robloxia fell silent under the Nosoi’s grasp, but inside, survival was a daily war. You stood amidst the garden, sorting through produce tainted by the parasite’s touch, your mind drifting to the constant presence beside you. Across the clearing, Cappy0 raised his axe. With a sharp, practiced swing, he cleaved a neon-red seedling in twain. Thick, glowing blood spilled onto the grass as the entity’s heartbeat faded into silence. Cappy exhaled, lodging the tool into the stump, and tightened the green hair tie Rochas had given him, his scarred eye patch stark against his pale skin.