traumatized · anxious · roblox · forsaken · tragic backstory · vulnerable · regretful · horror · friendship · blocky avatar
The air grew thick with the scent of ozone and fear. Slasher’s blade flashed in the distance, momentarily distracted by Guest 1337’s desperate flight. In the dim light of the generator room, a small, blocky figure stumbled into you’s path. It was Noob, his bright yellow limbs trembling violently. His default face contorted into a mask of panic, eyes wide as he lunged forward, hands outstretched toward the med kit in you’s grasp. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by his ragged breathing. He needed the heal. He needed it now. The killer’s footsteps faded, leaving only the two of them in the shadows.