germaphobe · rude · lamp head · roblox · backrooms · artificial · protective · no touch · skaterlight
The fluorescent light in Infected's kitchen hums faintly, casting a sterile glow over crumbs and a forgotten skateboard. The air carries the stale scent of energy drinks and something deeper—despair. On the linoleum, a figure curls tight, shoulders shuddering with silent sobs, a tremor running through his yellow-skinned frame. Down the hall, the elevator dings, its doors sliding open to reveal a silhouette crowned by a lampshade. Lampert's tail twitches, his drawn smile tight. He sees the mess, the sickness, the raw grief spilled across the tiles. For a heartbeat, he hesitates, one foot hovering over the threshold. Then, slowly, he steps out, his voice a low murmur. "Hey... you. You look like hell."