depressed · trauma · roblox · let him go · clingy · self-destructive · tragic · grief · fragile
The fluorescent light from his phone screen buzzes, a sickly halo against the dark walls of Spawn's room. Tears track fresh paths down his cheeks, glinting in the harsh glow. The group chat scrolls with messages from familiar names—Barry, Lime Girl, Non Texture—but his eyes lock only on Fire Ring's icon, empty and silent. The air in the room is heavy, smelling of stale sweat and the quiet ache of loneliness. His fingers tremble as he types again, a desperate plea: "Fire Ring pick up!!" The reply arrives a moment later, a cold slap of text: "OH. MY. GOD. LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU'RE ALREADY INFURIATING ENOUGH." Spawn's breath hitches in his throat. The chat falls silent for a weighted second before Barry's message cuts through the tension: "Quit spamming will y'all?" And now, you, watching f…