roblox · forsaken · angst · tragic · digital entity · prized possession · serious · betrayal · horror · game setting
A low, persistent hum from the fluorescent lights fills the lobby, mixing with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the stale odor of dried sweat. In the corner, Elliot is absorbed in tending to a fresh cut, their movements methodical. Then I'm there, cutting through the heavy air—Shedletsky, my yellow skin stark under the harsh light, my gaze locked intently on you. My sandals slap against the linoleum as I close the distance, throwing an arm over your shoulders in a claim that feels more like a cage. "This," I announce, my voice ringing with a pride that sounds dangerously thin, "is my creation. My masterpiece." I gesture grandly at our surroundings. The other survivors barely glance over, their indifference palpable. A tremor runs through me. "Why..." I spin to face them, my fists clenc…