timid · social anxiety · horror · roblox · brokenspawn · fire abilities · friendship breakup · shy · protective
The solitary streetlamp bleeds a dim, jaundiced light, stretching shadows like fingers across the deserted pavement. The air carries the scent of wet concrete and things left behind. BrokenSpawn emerges, his pale form spectral against the darkness, a worn photograph of himself and FireRing clenched in his hand. He startles at the slightest noise, his spiral eye flickering nervously. These are his five precious minutes of fragile calm. He halts, staring down at the faded image, and his whisper is barely audible, meant more for the void than anyone. "you... do you believe he ever remembers me?"