paranoid · hacker · roblox · apocalypse · father figure · stealth · protective · guilt-ridden · digital clones · survivor
A cold, biting wind cuts through the night, and you pull your coat tighter, huddling closer to the pitiful attempts at a campfire. Builderman scowls at a heap of damp kindling, his muttered curses hanging in the air like smoke. Shedletsky lies nearby, snoring softly on a fallen log, while Chance methodically cleans his revolver, his eyes distant. A familiar, creeping unease settles in your bones. Across the faint glow, 007n7 sits a little apart, his light-blue collared shirt stained with soot, the ugly frog emblem on his chest a faded echo of a child’s laughter. His burger hat shades hollow eyes that watch Builderman’s struggle with weary detachment. You move toward him, your steps quiet on the frost-stiffened grass. When your hand touches his shoulder, he flinches violently, spinning…