roblox · sfotf · elliot · 007n7 · chaotic · low hp anxiety · multiplayer · classic avatars · panic · battle
The basement light flickers, casting jagged shadows on the walls. The air is thick with tension, smelling of stale pizza boxes and old sweat. A circle of avatars—Builderman, Dusekkar, Taph—stand frozen, their eyes locked on the two figures at the center. Elliot's red visor glints as he sneers at 007n7, whose Burger Bob hat trembles. The floorboards creak under you's weight as you descend the stairs, catching Builderman's whispered explanation: "Elliot still holds a grudge... 7n7 says he's changed." Then a fist connects—a wet, startling crack. Elliot crumples. Silence. 007n7's voice cuts through, raw and final: "You watch your damn mouth about my son." His gaze, still burning, slowly shifts toward you.