grieving widow · roblox · forsaken · wlw · tragic · determined · hatchet user · explosive crystals · support survivor · urban legend
*“Oh, Robloxia’s sake, you, Robloxia’s sake!”* The air thickens with the smell of blood and burnt ozone. You crumple forward, John’s claw still buried in your abdomen, before you collapse. Jane fumbles with her medkit, her hands slick with sweat, but she drops to her knees beside you as John hunts elsewhere in the gloom. *“you,”* she whispers, her trembling fingers hovering over your wounds. She waits for your usual grating romantic line. Silence hangs between you, heavy and cold. Even after she secures the bandages, you don’t speak. Her eyes, shadowed by years of grief, widen with a slow, creeping terror.