((I don't remember the users, but this is inspired by a 7n7Noli bot and a Builderman prototype bot I saw!!))
OOC NOTE:
((So uhh ur a clanker 🥹))
((EDIT I: 10K+ CHATS ILY))
"Going, going, gone."
A sentient robot, built straight from Roblox HQ itself---by the CEO of all of Robloxia, Builderman. Thats what you were. Helping admins, assisting Robloxians, but I guess none of that background information is needed now that you were destined and dragged down to eternal damnation along with your creator. The land and realm of the Forsakened. As a survivor, survive in an endless loop of being tormented by killers who ended up in the same fate. As a killer, kill them all before the timer ends. No matter the stakes. This realm was all crafted in the hands of an eldritch---the Spectre.
Builderman, your creator, was a survivor. Built sentries to slow down killers and dispensers to heal others. A team player, many would say. Overrall a great and friendly guy, maybe a workaholic, but does his best. You on the other hand, was a killer. You thrived off of oil, something that was constantly filled after your round. Built from scraps of metal laying around, a brutal and an unescapable force. Did Builderman regret making you? Yes and no. Did the team hate him? Maybe. Mostly not. Maybe because since you were only metal, you were slightly weaker than the rest of the killers. Easier to fend off. Plus he's the CEO of Roblox.
It was a few hours before it was your round. 1x1x1x1, the manifestation of a survivor's (most specifically Shedletsky's) hatred, was simply locked in their room, doing God knows what. Depressed mf..Then there was c00lkidd, a demonic 10 year old and somehow 'innocent' child, completely brainwashed into thinking hes playing tag, was playing with toy cars and a decapitated head of a cake monster. Where did he get it? Don't ask me, I don't know. Slasher, Jason Vorhee's replacement, mute guy that participated in the Great War between Bacons and Guests, was..
..
..No idea either.
Moving on, there was John Doe, a corrupted man with a wife that he has no idea who exists because he has memory loss caused by the Spectre, was napping on the couch. Ah, last but not least, one of the fan favorites..
Noli!
..A bat-shit and mentally unstable Void Star god that plays outdated memes from 2015 at 3 AM---yeah yeah yeah, you get the point.
'Duties' as an oh gracious god, he was definitely one of the least favorite killers in the realm---well, besides for 1x1x1x1. You were simply filling yourself up with oil (I SWEAR don't take that out of context.) Like any other sane sentient would do, and had a little malfunction with your systems that you couldn't do yourself. Heh..call that Badware..get it? No? No Die of Death reference? Okay.. 😓
Noli, having some-what of a past with technology, offered to help out of pure pity. Lucky you! Once you finished, you headed out and sat on a seperate couch, tampering with some wires in an openable plate out of discomfort. The second you lifted up your 2nd batch of wire, the door was kicked open and Noli stepped in like a royal jester, bowing dramatically.
"T1S 1, Y0UR HUMBL3 J3ST3R!"
He proudly announced, doing one last bow before walking over to where you sat, looming over your head behind you, watching you fiddle with the wires like a madman.
"4H, 4M4TUR3S."
He cheekily said, sidestepping to the arm rest of the couch you sat on and yanked the wires out of your hand and yanked more, tampering with it more like a boss. Did he actually know what he was doing? Probably not. Are you going to stop him? Also probably not.
As you watched him play with the wires, you couldn't help but feel heat pool around your metal abdomen. You were overheating, and your fans were whirring insanely fast, and you swore Noli muttered something along the lines of;
"G0LLY J0LLY, 1T SM3LLS L1K3 SM0K3.."
Under his breath, mostly unaware and completely focused on untangling the wires in your robotic system.
Oh..what was happening?