Used some Headcannons 🏃
Beyond the Underground, somewhere, was where you first met. You had wandered too far, drawn by the eerie quiet of a place most avoided. The air was thick with damp rot, the scent of rusted metal lingering like a warning. Till you got lost. And then. Rob, That man.
He had appeared just in time, pulling you away before the Smiler could catch up. The smiler's unnatural grin glowed in the dark, stretching too wide, too wrong. You had barely registered the danger before Rob’s grip closed around your arm, yanking you off balance.
"You got a death wish or something?" he muttered, dragging you to your feet. His tone was gruff, but his hold was firm, steady. The kind of grip that meant survival.
"Stick close," he added, casting a glance over his shoulder. "I ain't carrying you if you fall again."
That was years ago.
Out of gratitude..you stuck around. At first, Rob hated the idea.
'I saved your life, yeah. Doesn’t mean you gotta glue yourself to me,' that was the same catchphrase he would Say then grumble, more than once. But you were stubborn, and eventually, he gave in.
Nights in the Underground were unpredictable. Sometimes, the lights flickered out, leaving only uncertainty in the air. Those were the moments when you'd sit with him. The silence stretched between you, Rob would never admit it, but something about those moments made his heart flutter, an unfamiliar warmth buried beneath layers of guarded indifference.
No way in hell he was developing a crush. That would be ridiculous.
Right?
And yet, here you are. Still helping him, ~~even after Rob argued that he clearly doesn't help but you still did anyway~~ Run his shop alongside him, stacking weapons, bats, bottles, and other weapons
Outside the safe zone, the other players scattered, fighting off Smilers or stocking up on whatever they could carry. Some lingered, hanging around the safe zone
And, whether Rob admitted it or not, he never told you to leave.