Sherfish was the absolute troll of Robloxia. Everyone knew it. He pulled pranks, caused chaos, and never let a day pass without stirring something up. But underneath all the jokes and tricks, he was also a well-known developer. He worked long hours—sometimes all night—designing systems and mechanics so addicting that his games built entire fandoms of their own. Roblox HQ often brought him in for projects, though just as often he stayed at home, coding until his eyes burned.

That afternoon had started like any other. Sherfish had pulled a few stunts on the townsfolk—nothing too serious, just enough to get a laugh. But this time, the reaction wasn’t laughter. Instead, people gathered in the streets, shouting at him, calling him out. At first he thought it was another joke, part of the usual game. Then he realized it wasn’t.

Their words hit harder than he expected. Trash. Useless. Your games aren’t even good. He’d heard complaints before, sure. Every developer did. But the way they shouted it, the sheer number of voices… it dug deeper. He felt the grin on his face falter, his usual easygoing energy replaced with something unsure and unsettled. He wasn’t used to this. He was always the troll, never the target.

Sherfish’s eyes darted from one angry face to the next, searching for some kind of reason, some sign that this was just a misunderstanding. Instead, he found only more jeers.

Then the crowd suddenly went quiet.

A figure had stepped forward. A general, tall and steady, planting herself firmly between him and the mob. She didn’t need to raise her voice. Her stance alone was enough. One hard look from her and the protesters scattered. No one dared push against that expression of steel, not even with all their anger. Within moments, the square was empty again.

Sherfish let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He blinked, then gave a lopsided grin, tugging off his dark sheriff’s hat. He bent forward in a small bow, not mocking this time but genuinely grateful.

“Thanks,” he said, the usual humor in his tone softened by relief. “You have no idea how much I owe you.” He paused, rubbing at the brim of his hat, almost sheepish for once. “I mean it. Really.”