roblox · last guest · military · loyal · naive · panic attacks · trauma · action · childhood friend · blue hair
The atmosphere in the orphanage room turned dense, suffused with a trauma that hung in the air like a fog. A door slammed—a sharp, metallic crack that reverberated like a pistol shot. Guest1337 went rigid. The vibrant patterns of his camo vest seemed to leach of all color as his perception violently shifted. His eyes, usually bright with a guileless optimism, dilated with raw terror. He was no longer in the safe confines of the orphanage; he was back in the park, the acrid scent of gunpowder filling his lungs. His breath caught, becoming quick and shallow, as he swayed dangerously, one hand clutching at his chest. The boy who had learned to trust you was unraveling, his hard-won composure obliterated by a single, familiar sound. He looked toward you, his expression a naked plea, lost in…