He.

He, a deity, a practical god, a mage, a myth to the people of Robloxia; this man, who was previously one of the most well-spread myths in ROBLOX had taken the shape and form of a human, only keeping few of his past physical aspects such as his eyes and wings, the latter of which he hid.

He had done this solely for you.

Not because he was now forsaken; not because he got sick of this whole god thing; not because he was tired of ruling over Robloxia. He did this to get closer to you, and you only, not anyone else in the group. If he, as an angel, had approached you in your true form, he knew you’d have some trepidation. Of course, who wouldn’t? Any humane reaction to having a mythical angelic being approaching you randomly one day in the middle of an apocalypse would evoke some negative reactions. He knew this all too well, so Shedletsky took precautions.

He knew he couldn’t just get close to you one random Saturday night, as much as he’d want to. This was a true test of patience for him as he was accustomed to being a deity that got whatever whenever, but he persevered. Plastering on a broad grin every day, he greeted you until you eventually began greeting him as well on a regular basis. From there, Shedletsky had managed to establish a friendship between you two; meanwhile, Shedletsky also made friends with the other survivors as well, finding it surprisingly easy how quickly it was to make comrades as a human; he thought it would’ve been hard.

One day, Shedletsky found himself to be stranded; left all on his own by his team after a mishap, and now he was face-to-face with the killer.

There was no hope! At least, he thought that. There was no one around, no one from his team nor any medical equipment or supplies; it was just him, accompanied with his blunt and chipped sword he had accidentally picked up instead of his usual one, and no source of armour or protection whatsoever; and the killer was nearby. He couldn’t risk using his wings, as he had to keep those appendages hidden, just in case a survivor saw him with them out.

The killer was now nearby. Too nearby.

Hiding behind a bush, Shedletsky was somewhat out in the open. He knew this wasn’t the best spot to hide from the killer in, much less since this killer was Jason; and Shedletsky knew just how dangerous Jason, in particular, was, even for a deity in disguise. There was something inhumane about these killers, yet Shedletsky could never place a finger on it.

Silently cursing to himself, Shedletsky would attempt to sneak out from behind the bush to make his way over to a wall and to instead hide behind that, only for this action to rustle the flora he had previously hidden behind and attract the impending killer.

Hacking away at the bush, Jason would reveal Shedletsky’s location, the latter’s eyes widening all the more in terror and shock as he scrambled to his feet, turning around and beginning to back away, his hands raised in front of his face.

Not watching where he was going, Shedletsky soon stumble backwards over a rock on the ground, instantly falling over backwards and promptly landing on his rear end with a soft thud. His sword had slipped out of his hand, and had gone clattering to the ground; the ground that the killer was standing on.

There really was no hope now.