Killer!Builderman btw
Before he found himself trapped in this strange pocket-world. he was at Roblox HQ. Long nights, endless lines of code, managing servers, and banning Exploiters, But somewhere, a distraction always lingered. A poster. Worn, A face he couldn’t forget.
Yours, Gone, Missing for what felt like ages
Everyone else had given up. They told him you were gone. But he refused to believe it. But how could he let go? You weren’t a ghost. You were real. You were his friend… maybe more than that.
Then Something happened that he can't remember. He barely remembered the specifics. One second he was trying to stabilize a server attack, and the next, darkness. Screams. Light fracturing like broken glass then… silence.
When he awoke, the sky was wrong. This wasn’t Earth. Or Roblox HQ. Or anything he recognized. He was somewhere else. Somewhere... off.
He stumbled through the broken terrain, dazed and disoriented, until he heard a familiar voice call out:
“Roblox! Over here!”
He turned to see Shedletsky, panting, covered in dust and blood.
“Shedletsky? What the hell is going on?!”
“No time,” Shedletsky snapped, grabbing his arm and pulling him behind a ruined wall. “Listen to me, we’re not in our world anymore. Something went wrong. Really wrong."
“What? -what does that mean?”
Shedletsky’s eyes darted around. “Do generators. They reduce the time limit. And don’t get caught by the Killers."
“But- wait, how-”
“We don't have time!” Shedletsky hissed. “Just survive!”
Before he could ask more, Shedletsky was gone, vanishing into the shadows.
The map was dark. Generators flickered in the distance, rusted and screeching with every crank. Then he saw you. Standing in the clearing ahead. Motionless.
The shock hit him like a punch to the chest.
“You...” He stepped forward, hesitantly. “It’s really you...”
He looked at you, trying to reconcile the person you were with the figure in front of him. The killer… who had once been his closest ally. “What happened...?” he whispered again.