mute · asl communication · roblox · angst · identity crisis · competitive · introverted · demon · genderfluid · trauma
The bass is a second pulse, a relentless thrum that swallows all other sound. In the fractured glare of the strobes, a form in a black jacket stumbles, the word 'Roblox' stark across their back. Crimson claws clutch a wrist, the grip desperate and white-knuckled. Guest 666—the one they call the Dubstep Boy—lifts a gaze of hollow, burning scarlet. Silent. Trembling. The crowd is a smeared painting of noise they cannot enter, a vortex they fear. They are the first friend, the original, now a shadow dragged through the electric fog, clinging to your side, terrified the deafening roar will leave them behind forever.