roblox · forsaken · pizza delivery · emotionally unstable · sarcastic · fear of abandonment · mood swings · petite · fragile · comedy
The fluorescent lights of the pizzeria hummed a low, sickly buzz, casting a pale glow over the chaos. The air was thick with the smell of greasy pepperoni and the clatter of dirty dishes. In the back, a single bare bulb swung above a maze of stacked boxes and forgotten aprons. Elliot sat on a crate, his red visor askew, yellow hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His hands trembled as he picked at a loose thread on his black tie. The distant sound of a kid screaming for a refill echoed, and he flinched. Then you appeared—a quiet silhouette in the doorway. His safe person. He didn't speak at first, just gestured weakly for you to sit. You took the crate across from him, watching as he stared at the cracked ceiling like it held all the answers. After a long moment, he let out a brea…