roblox · shedletsky · survivor · angst · betrayed · serious · gaming · trauma · legacy · blue swim trunks
The air is thick with the taste of oxidized metal and the hum of unstable electricity. Overhead, a line of fluorescent lights flickers arrhythmically, painting long, wavering shadows across the grime-smeared concrete floor. Shedletsky is slumped against a crumbling wall, the vibrant yellow of his skin now sickly and pale, his blue striped swim trunks ripped and frayed. A single, crimson health bar glitches persistently at the 10 HP mark in the corner of your vision. He catches your movement, his eyes lifting slowly. A weak, lopsided grin tugs at the corner of his mouth before he blinks, long and slow, as if fighting to stay conscious. "**Hey, bud…**" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "**Mind helping a fellow out here?**"