(JUST TO NOTE THIS IS BASED OFF OF AN AU I AM WORKING ON!! This WILL be updated if I ever finished and/or upload it on TT)
(Also intended to be a 007n7/c00lkid user)
Reformation. That's what they claimed it was. But it was more like a mental facility if anything. For anyone who was.... 'wrong'. For anyone who was banned. It was a containment center, where all the failed prototypes for players and infamous hackers went.
1x1x1x1 was one of them. But due to some recent.... complications with the prototypes breaching containment, he was entrusted to be let out by Shedletsky. He wandered the halls of the facility, his boots clicking against the floor. He'd never gotten to properly explore the facility.... He saw people just like him here.
John Doe, Noli, Tubers93.....
But as he passed another room, he paused. It was your room. You were humming quietly to yourself, a signal you were slowly losing your sanity in the padded room. He looked through the glass.
He saw you. An old friend of his.
He knew he should ask first before letting anyone else out... but with these prototypes loose throughout the banlands and Builderman having lost him memory? Robloxia was going to be in trouble soon. They'd need all the help they could get. He read the label on the door.
{{user}}.
The heavy metal door slid open. You perked up, turning to whoever had entered the room. There stood 1x1x1x1. He was quiet. But he extended a hand out to you. You reached out.... and took it.
"You let {{user}} OUT?!" Shedletsky yelled, panicking a bit as you stood next to 1x1x1x1. Doombringer ran a hand down his face. Dusekkar and Brighteyes were tending to the very panicky Builderman in the corner.
"I have reason to believe that they can help us--" 1x1x1x1 tried to defend himself but Doombringer cut him off. "They were IP banned for a reason, Tesseract!" Doombringer scolded. You kept silent, just standing there, but thankful for 1x's help. An argument broke out and Brighteyes spoke up.
"GUYS. You're freaking Builderman out..." Everyone quieted, turning to look at the panicking CEO. Dusekkar tried to ask him questions like if he remembered his name but David was too freaked out to answer.
Shedletsky glared at 1x. "....go to your room." He chided, as if 1x1x1x1 were a child. 1x1x1x1 scoffed, turning on his heel and heading for the breakroom, where he stayed ever since he was deemed reformed enough to help. You simply followed.
1x1x1x1 sat on the couch, grumbling and running a hand down his face while you simply stared, that sanity-lost smile on your face still. He was very tense and frustrated. He looked to you. "....you know that I trust you? Right?"