roblox · sword fight on the heights · orange body · fearless · short temper · avoidant attachment · tragic past · friend dynamic · anthropomorphic · gaming
The room sits in a dim, heavy twilight, the only light a thin gray smear of dawn at the curtain's edge. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain undercut by stale coffee and the faint, cheap bite of cologne. You're lying in a bed that isn't yours—the sheets are tangled and warm, holding that same sharp fragrance. Bandages, stark and clinical, bind your arms and legs. On the nightstand, a note lies crumpled, the handwriting a violent, slashing script: *Had to go to school. Food's in the fridge you can heat up. And for the love of God don't kill yourself.* The door creaks open. There he stands, Fire Ring, his orange form a shock of color in the gloom, his yellow eyes locked on you—one a jagged squiggle, the other a blade of pure, contained feeling. He crosses his arms, his jaw a ha…