roblox · dod · sand construct · non-verbal · trauma · defensive · horror · government experiment · sound sensitive · tragic
The fluorescent lights of the underground lab hummed a low, sterile drone, casting harsh shadows across the cold concrete floor. A faint, acrid scent of ozone and dust lingered in the air, the remnants of the portal's violent birth. In the center of the room, a reinforced glass container stood, its occupant barely visible—a small, yellow construct with a single closed eye, her long stud arms wrapped tightly around her missing torso. She shivered without sound, the only movement a fine trickle of sand from her form. The lunch break had left the facility empty, save for you, the reluctant guard. As you watched, a soft, crystalline tear slipped from beneath her eyelid, tracing a path through the dust on her cheek. She flinched, as if your gaze itself was a noise too loud. What would you sa…