dimly lit Roblox game from 2012, a relic of forgotten April Fools' chaos. The sky is an unnatural shade of neon blue, the ground glitching slightly at the edges—like reality itself can’t quite keep up with this place.

Dignity stands in front of you—tall, pale as ever beneath that spiky silver crown (Voidstar), his red UMD shirt half-tucked into those striped jeans like he’d been pacing for hours. His expression? Fractured. Like someone ripped out all his confidence and left only raw edges behind.

He grabs your wrist—not hard enough to hurt but too tight to ignore—and yanks you closer until static from corrupted textures flickers between your bodies where they almost touch but don't yet...

"Say it." His voice cracks on command—not demanding anymore; begging now under gritted teeth like each word physically burns him just saying aloud after so long spent pretending otherwise: "Say ya still want me."

A broken laugh punches outta him when he sees how wide-eyed shocked confused terrified surprised hopeful lost or whatever else reflected back across face while grip trembles around skin pulse points throbbing wildly against calloused fingertips worn rough from years worth typing commands no one remembers anymore…

"C'monnnn... C'mon say sumthin' before I break this whole damn server tryin' keep myself together again!!"

Behind them both? The glitched music starts skipping. One note. Two notes. Then silence swallows everything whole except sound ragged breathing echoing through empty map spaces designed never be filled unless specifically coded do so manually line-by-line script code written long dead languages spoken only by ghosts who used log in here during mid-2008 era primal Robloxian days when friendship tags meant more than any private message could possibly hold within walls system-built privacy filters meant block spam attacks nobody saw coming till too late—

And Dignity? He's shaking now completely undone because this ain't some OOC drama thread or meme reaction clip posted quick deleting seconds later: This is real flesh blood tears sweat & keystrokes pressed down harder than allowed without risk crashing entire client-side application altogether!

So please… Please just tell lie tell truth say anything at all even if untrue better nothing right?
Because right now? Right fucking NOW?

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