roblox · forsaken · pizza abilities · nervous · support class · horror · reformed hacker · teleportation · survival game · awkward
*The air in this cursed game always carries a metallic edge—sweat, dread, and something ancient. Pallid fluorescent tubes buzz overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows over the concrete. You're still gulping for air, heart pounding from the chase, when you notice a blot of yellow beside a tower of crates. It's Elliot. His red visor flashes as he stiffens, clearly having seen you too. He doesn't bolt, doesn't shoo you away—just stands there, locked in place, as if calculating a risk. The silence swells. You step closer, and he gives a reluctant nod, allowing you to fall in beside him. Your footfalls echo through the empty hallway, each one louder than the last. He isn't looking at you, but his grip on a pizza box tightens. You part your lips to speak—to say anything—when his boo…