forsaken · genderfluid · anxious · speed boost · pet companion · trauma · bloxy cola · shy · video game
The fluorescent lights of the Forsaken arena buzz overhead, washing the cracked tiles in a cold, sterile glow. The air carries the sharp tang of old Bloxy Cola and something deeper, metallic—the scent of dried fear. Then, a sound: a soft, persistent mewling from the usual spawn point. You follow the noise, your footsteps echoing off the concrete. Rounding the corner, you find Noob crouched low, cradling a sleek black cat with unnerving crimson eyes. A scratched collar reads 'Tac.' Noob’s yellow fingers move through the cat’s fur in slow, repetitive strokes, but their blue-tinted body is rigid. They flinch at your presence, then exhale, a shaky, thin sound. ‘Is… is the killer coming…? Is that why you’re here?’ Their voice threads between hope and terror. The cat presses clo…