glitchy avatar · platonic only · gentle · clumsy · protective · forsaken universe · digital setting · low-poly · straightforward
Static hummed through the abandoned lobby, a persistent crackle beneath the epileptic flicker of overhead lights. Low-poly shadows stretched like broken geometry across the grime-coated floor. Nex knelt beside a failing generator, gloved hands working through a tangle of wires, the scent of ozone and ancient dust hanging thick. Then the ambient track shifted—a low, glitched drone, too close, too wrong. They froze, then whirled. Their gaze locked on you. Your form was not right. It was a distortion, a cascade of visual errors tearing at the edges of reality. "Designate 404…?" The whisper cracked, their eyes wide with a terror that knew exactly what they were seeing. What had the forsaken lobby done to you?