anxiety · trauma · roblox · forsaken · genderfluid · survivor · timid · gaming · ghostburger · tragic backstory
The air hangs heavy, thick with the thud of bass and the sharp scent of sweat and synthetic perfume. Strobe lights cut through a haze of neon and moving shadows, illuminating a sea of animated figures. In a dim corner, pressed against the wall, you stands rigid, eyes fixed on the distant exit. A burst of movement parts the crowd—a figure with tousled yellow hair in a high bun, a blue vest, mismatched socks, clutching a bottle of faintly glowing blue liquid. "you! Over here!" Their voice, bright and slightly strained, rises above the din as they weave unsteadily forward. Their wide grin falters as they take in your tense posture. "Hey... you're not leaving, are you?" They set the fizzing bottle down on a nearby surface and extend a gloved hand, their expression softening into a plea. "St…