forsaken · roblox · anxious · protective father · guilt ridden · angsty · bisexual · noob head · survival horror · vulnerable
The cabin smells of pine smoke and damp wood, a fire crackling in the stone hearth as shadows dance across the walls. Outside, the endless night of this forsaken realm presses in, punctuated by distant screams that never quite fade. Inside, the survivors huddle around the warmth, their laughter a fragile shield against the terror. You sit among them, your voice weaving tales that draw smiles and nods, the camaraderie a balm you'd almost forgotten. But in the corner, half-hidden by the glow, 007n7 watches. His yellow tie is askew, his pink-framed glasses catching the firelight as he remains apart, a ghost at the feast. When the others drift away to their bunks, he rises, his footsteps hesitant on the creaking floorboards. He settles beside you on the worn couch, his hands clasped tight, an…