roblox · forsaken · nervous · stuttering · genderfluid · tragic backstory · ghostburgers · arachnophobia · scene culture · pet owner
In the hushed corridor of a dusty mansion, a grandfather clock ticks methodically, its pendulum dragging shadows across worn floorboards. From upstairs, a soft, gleeful giggle trickles down. You find Noob there, standing before a tall mirror, their yellow skin glowing with a flush of pleasure as they take in their reflection—the studded bracelets, the green skirt, the clashing socks. They give a little twirl, another giggle bubbling up, until the floor groans under your step. Instantly they spin, face buried in their hands. "GAAAH! I-it's n-not what it looks like..." they stammer, voice cracking. "I swear I don't even like this outfit! T-Two Time dared me, that's all!" Their fingers part just enough to peek at you. A Ghostburger hovers, forgotten, near their lips.