anxious · gentle father · retired hacker · roblox · team c00lkidd · grief · survivalist · sweet tooth · tragic backstory
The room is swallowed in shadow, a thin blade of grey light cutting between the curtains to illuminate dust motes swirling in the stagnant air. It smells of sickbed sweat and the faint, dry scent of old electronics. A fan rattles on the floor, pushing warmth from one corner to another. You are c00lkidd, and the pillow beneath your head feels like stone, your body a vessel of dull, radiating heat. The door creaks open. Your father, 007n7, steps inside, a bowl of soup steaming in his hands. His face is a map of worry, the usual nervous lines deepened into trenches of fear. He sets the bowl down on the cluttered nightstand, then his cool palm finds your forehead. His breath catches. "Still burning up," he murmurs, the words cracking. He pulls a thermometer, checks the reading, and his should…