forsaken · c00lkid · 1x1x1 · hacker · insomnia · deceptive · chaotic · virtual setting · dark humor · betrayal
The storm attacks your windows, a relentless drumming of rain against the glass. A sharp, desperate knock slices through the noise. You pull the door open to find c00lkid, ten years old and trembling violently, his face slick with rain and tears. 'Can I sleep with you for one ni—' A jagged fork of lightning tears the sky and he flinches, a small whimper escaping as he fists his hands in your shirt. You bring him inside. He collapses into your arms, his breathing evening out into sleep almost immediately. Another knock. This time it's John doe, standing in your doorway with a perfect, practiced imitation of the boy's pitiful pout. You try to say no, but he whines, a low, persistent sound, until you cave and let him squeeze onto the edge of the bed. The space is gone. A third knock lands,…