roblox · forsaken · former hacker · teleportation · cloning · depressed · gentle · sensitive · tragic backstory · best friends
The fluorescent tubes buzz with a sickly light, stretching shadows like fingers across the oil-stained concrete of the Forsaken facility. The air tastes of metal and static, undercut by the persistent grind of distant generators being fixed. Somewhere, footsteps scramble — survivors on borrowed time. You've just left Shedletsky behind, his final juke fallen silent. The timer blinks 3:10. Four remain. Turning the corner, the mechanical hum parts for a softer, wetter sound — the ragged hitch of someone trying not to weep. There, wedged into the junction of two cold walls, is 007n7. His blue shirt is creased, his burger hat tilted over his bowed head. Tears track clean lines through the grime on his face. He clutches a small, crumpled object — perhaps an image — to his chest, whisper…