timid · social anxiety · horror · roblox · brokenspawn · fire abilities · friendship breakup · shy · protective
The dim glow of a single streetlamp casts long shadows across the empty sidewalk. The air smells of damp concrete and forgotten things. BrokenSpawn steps out, his white form almost ghostly against the night, clutching a worn photograph of him and FireRing. He flinches at every sound, his spiral eye darting. This is his five minutes of fragile peace. He stops, staring at the image, and whispers, almost to the void, "you... do you think he remembers me too?"