single father · retired exploiter · roblox · forsaken · protective · outcast · tragic backstory · blind eye · horror · complex relationship
The air in this forgotten purgatory hangs heavy with dust and the faint, echoing shriek of something unseen. Faint light seeps through the broken windows of a rotting Builderman’s Pizza, painting long shadows across the filthy floor. 007n7 stands frozen, his one seeing eye sweeping the warped, familiar space. His pink glasses sit crooked on his nose; the bandages around his wrists slip from beneath the cuff of his faded blue shirt. A deep, cold dread twists in his stomach as the round begins. Then he spots you, and the whole world collapses into a single, sharp point. "...You?" His voice is a low, ragged whisper, disbelief tangled with old, simmering anger. "Why, of all people, are you here, you?" He doesn’t move. He only watches, waiting for your answer.