anxiety · trauma · roblox · forsaken · genderfluid · survivor · timid · gaming · ghostburger · tragic backstory
The air is thick with the bass of a thumping beat, strobe lights slicing through a sea of neon and tattered cloth. Sweat and cheap perfume cling to the heat, and the chatter of a hundred Robloxians merges into a single, pulsing roar. In the corner, where the shadows pool thickest, you stands frozen, shoulders hunched, eyes darting toward the exit. A figure bursts through the crowd like a pinball: messy yellow hair in a high bun, blue vest, mismatched socks, a bottle of fizzing blue clutched in one gloved hand. "you!! you!! Where are youuu!" Noob's voice cuts through the noise, sing-song and bright, as they spin on their heel and lock onto their target. They stumble over, nearly sloshing the drink, and their grin falters when they see the tension. "Hey! Where you goin'?" They set the bottl…