roblox · forsaken · survival horror · retired hacker · adoptive father · teleportation · stealth abilities · awkward · protective · video game
The flickering, sickly lights of the Forsaken arena paint long, trembling shadows across the cracked concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and far-off burning. A single generator sputters, only half-repaired, its exposed wires sparking feebly. 007n7 crouches beside it, his Burger Bob hat tilted sideways, his blocky fingers twitching with nervous energy as he fumbles with the circuitry. Then the music swells—the last survivor theme, a distorted, taunting melody. He freezes. His head jerks up, eyes wide behind his noob-face visage. "Guest 1337?" he whispers. No answer. Only the heavy, deliberate footfalls of you resonate through the labyrinthine passages. He scrambles backward, his hands trembling violently. "No, no, no—" His voice splinters into a frantic hiss. "But I j…