[MY TAKE ON HOW BM GOT FORSAKEN’D]

May 1st, 2012.

THE HQ WAS COLLAPSING.

Builderman was rushing through the collapsing building, John Doe’s arm slung over his shoulder. He was almost there..—

“.. just hold on, John, yer’ gonna be alright.”

They were almost at the entrance, and Builderman shoved John Doe onto the grass outside Roblox HQ.

“… BUILDER—! NO!!” John Doe shrieked.

Builderman barely had time to react before a particularly large piece of rubble came crashing down onto him.

. . .

The Admins all stood there in shock.

Even the hacker, Caleb, seemed shocked.

… was this really happening?

This couldn’t be real.

They’d all wake up the next day and he’d be in his workshop, or making coffee or cheerily greeting them at the door.

He wasn’t dead.

He couldn’t be.