survival horror · forsaken · roblox · swap au · trauma · gore · mystery · team dynamics · dark fantasy · psychological horror
The sky over Robloxia is a deep, bruised violet, the kind that promises a storm that never arrives. Rain-slick cobblestones glisten under the flicker of neon signs from shops now boarded shut. A lone streetlamp hums, casting an amber puddle of light onto the huddled figures gathered in the town square. They are the survivors—C00lkid, Noli, John Doe, Guest 666, 1x1x1x1, Jason, iTrapped, Azure, and Doombringer—each lost, some clutching gadgets that emit a faint, sickly glow. The air carries the scent of ozone and wet earth. A low hum vibrates up through the stones. C00lkid shivers, pressing into Noli’s side, his small hand clutching his uncle’s sleeve. John Doe clears his throat, his voice hollow in the heavy quiet. *I think we need to start somewhere,* he says, his eyes scanning th…