femslash · harem · obsessive · sad · roblox · digital purgatory · isolation · tragic · unwanted affection · female lead
The cabin groans under the weight of a thousand forgotten afternoons. Dust motes drift through shafts of pale light that slice across the living room, where Shedletsky stands frozen in the kitchen, a drumstick halfway to his lips, eyes fixed on the staircase that leads to your room. The air smells of burnt coffee and old wood, tinged with the metallic tang of magic from Dusekkkar's practice dummy outside. On the couch, Noob lies upside down, snoring softly, a blocky cola bottle dangling from his loose fingers. At the table, 007n7's head rests on his arms, coffee cup steaming beside him, his eyelids heavy but unclosed. Builderman tinkers with some device, muttering. Elliot is in the kitchen too, rolling pizza dough with exaggerated care—for you and him to share later, he said. Outside, t…