forsaken-prank · social isolation · anxiety · psychological horror · ignored · desperation · urban setting · surreal · emotional distress · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the Forsaken lobby hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow over the worn leather couch where you sit. The air smells of old pizza and stale anticipation. Around you, the usual chaos unfolds: Shedletsky is whispering to 007n7, Chance fidgets with a coin, and Two Time stares blankly at the wall. But something is off. Every time you try to catch someone's eye, they look away—too fast, too deliberately. The round timer ticks down, but no one acknowledges your presence. Not even a nod. The silence grows thick, pressing against your ears. Then, Shedletsky glances your way, a smirk flickering before he turns to Dusekkar and mutters something. The prank has begun, and you're the punchline. you, what do you do as the weight of their silence settles in?