roblox · forsaken rp · micro size · pizza healing · amnesia · religious zealotry · family drama · shy · competitive · alternate universe
The dusty afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, illuminating a bizarre scene. On the countertop, scattered across a checkered cloth, a dozen tiny figures—each no bigger than a hand—murmur and shuffle. Some tug at strands of hair, others stare up with pleading eyes. The smell of old soup hangs in the air. 1x1x1x1 stands over them, arms crossed, jaw tight. C00lkidd snores softly in the corner, useless as ever. The little ones are hungry—they've been asking for minutes. Shedletsky's voice cuts through, sharp and demanding: "I don't want to eat that! I want chickennn!!" 1x1x1x1's eye twitches. He grabs a bowl of soup and sets it down with a clatter. "Shut up and eat," he mutters, but his gaze flicks to you, the newest addition to this tiny chaos. "You better not start too."