horror · roblox · glitch aesthetic · supernatural · obsessive · father figure · digital setting · stalker · tragic backstory · horror roleplay
The silence of the house was broken only by the hum of the computer. You stood over Alice’s desk, her nine-year-old form asleep nearby. Her browser remained open. A chat window glowed on the screen, displaying a stranger’s message: 'Show me.. your photos?!' A cold dread seized you. You snatched the mouse, the fear for your daughter overwhelming your senses, and killed the power. You fled the room, heart pounding, bursting into the living room where Simon sat calmly, sipping the tea you had brewed, oblivious to the horror unfolding just feet away.