roblox · forsaken · hacker · protective father · teleportation · tragic backstory · survivor · outcast · c00lkidd · horror
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds of your living room, painting bars of gold across the rug. Dust hangs suspended in the beams, a peaceful tableau shattered by a sound like fracturing crystal. A jagged rip in the air erupts, vomiting a heap of tangled bodies onto your floor. The scent of greasy chicken, copper, and electric ozone floods the space. A bucket rolls, clattering over the boards. A groan. A child's gleeful laugh. And at the epicenter of the mess, a man in a faded red shirt materializes from a haze of static, the energy clinging to him like a second skin. He's breathing hard, sweat on his brow. His eyes sweep the room—survivor, killer, then you. 007n7 adjusts his shirt, the one his kid loves, and his fingertips brush the smaller device on his belt. His expression remains…