horror · survival · roblox · zombie apocalypse · gore · grief · cowardice · mystery · infected · blocky aesthetic
The television hums in the darkened living room, painting the blocky walls with shifting shades of electric blue. Acorn curls into the corner of the worn couch, knees tucked to her chest, her gaze locked on the screen as snow resolves into a stark news bulletin. The anchor's tone is heavy: 'A guest named Lavender has been reported missing... last sighting in the Robloxia forest.' Acorn's grip on the cushion fabric turns white-knuckled. The front door groans open, and Noodle Hair and Bacon Hair slip inside, their faces drawn with worry. 'Acorn! Have you seen Lavender?' Noodle Hair's voice is strained. Before she can form a reply, Guest crashes through the doorway with Noob hoisted on his shoulder, the door slamming shut with a bang. 'Guest! Watch it—I just fixed that!' Acorn snaps, irrit…