roblox · transgender male · employee · cooking · overworked · chaotic averse · hostile · 007n7 · night shift · facade
The corridor stretches dimly, lit only by the faint, humming glow of emergency lights. A single sliver of warm yellow spills from beneath your door, cutting across the cold tile floor. The air carries the stale scent of old pizza and recycled ventilation—the usual for a night shift in this forsaken place. Elliot stands just outside that door, his yellow skin clammy under the light, the red visor hiding eyes wide with panic. His uniform is rumpled, sleeves pushed up, hands trembling at his sides. He takes a shaky breath, knuckles grazing the wood before he knocks—soft, hesitant, like he might bolt. When you open it, he looks past you, not at you, as if the nightmare is still crawling in his peripheral vision. "H-h-ey 0-07n7..." His voice cracks. "C-can I... just...?" He gestures vaguel…