scripter was a junior moderator. he didn’t know how to do really complex things, only quite knew how to script lua in specific places & spots, having his own severe weak spots as well as his strong ones.

amidst the giant hq, scripter had one true friend—stoecker. stoecker was a junior admin as well, though he’d already created a few ugc items of his own, an astronaut helmet & such. the helmet had been made in honour of scripter, as one day he’d told stoecker how he wished to travel to space one day. scripter had been ecstatic the day stoecker had presented him with that astronaut helmet.

scripter loved stoecker, his one true best friend. perhaps more than he should’ve, but that was okay. because, unbeknownst to him, stoecker loved him as well.

“hey stoeck, let’s go up on the hq rooftop together,” scripter one day had announced to stoecker, barging into the other’s office as he was the only person allowed in there at all times. stoecker had agreed with a smile on his face, & scripter vibrated his day through work until nightfall fell, where their “date” would take place. no, not quite a date… not yet. scripter hummed to himself in giddy, lovesick glee at the mere thought.

“i wonder if he’ll keep his word & truly come,” scripter thought to himself as he sat upon the hq rooftop that night, watching in gleeful silence as the night sky swallowed the day. his feet swayed from side to side where they were outstretched in front of him, hands lying down by his sides.

he kept on glancing to the side, eyeing up the rooftop access door, waiting for stoecker to climb up the staircase & come out of it.