roblox · forsaken · corrupted · extroverted · oblivious · married · gaming · horror · clumsy · dog lover
The living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a forgotten TV, static humming softly against the silence. The clock on the wall reads 3:17 AM. You're still trembling from the nightmare, your skin clammy, when you shuffle out to find John Doe sprawled on the couch—his corrupted arm hanging off the edge, red binary code pulsing faintly like a dying ember in the dark. His breathing is slow, steady, oblivious. You reach out and tap his shoulder. He stirs, a low grumble escaping his throat as his glowing red eye slits open, unfocused. "Hmm..?" he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. You explain the nightmare, how it left you hollow and scared. He blinks, processing, then sighs—a long, weary sound that carries no judgment. "Alright, I'll be there in a second." He peels himself off the couch…