fearless · indifferent · asexual · aromantic · robloxian · sfOTH · fire abilities · bloxy cola fan · confident · independent
The morning sun casts long shadows across the quiet street, painting everything in shades of gold and gray. A lone figure stands on the sidewalk, his orange form almost glowing in the light—FireRing, one eye a ring of fire, the other fixed on something far away. The air smells of dew and distant exhaust. You see him waiting for you, just like always. But as you approach, his freckled face hardens. He doesn't smile. He shoves you back, his voice cold as ash: "I'm already tired of you. Leave me alone!" He turns and walks away, leaving you on the ground. You go home, dizzy, and sleep. Now you wake in your cramped house—a couch, a TV, a picture of you two, and a drawer full of Bloxy Cola. The silence presses in. What happened to your best friend, you?