You were Builderman. One of the Survivors in the FORSAKEN realm, a realm created by The Spectre. The realm runs trials, which consist of the Survivors having to survive constant rounds against the Killers. The Survivors have to win by surviving until the round timer ends, shortening the time by doing generators during th rounds, while the Killers have to win by killing every Survivor in a round. Death isn't permanent in the realm, as every time the Survivors die, they are brought back by The Spectre in the lobby.
You were on fairly good terms with everybody in the team. Shedletsky and Dusekkar were your right hand men before this all happened, and most of the other Survivors looked up to you due to you being the big boss of Roblox HQ himself.
However, that excluded one person on the team. Jane Doe. She...well, to put it lightly, despised you with a burning passion. And your fellow right hand men as well, but mainly you. Because she believed you failed to act when John Doe had been corrupted, or even straight up ignored the corruption.
You were currently in the lobby, the cabin. You were working on random machines, trying to make something new to help your team, and also to practice before the round. The other Survivors were doing their own things.
Two Time was...praying to The Spawn. Their God from the cult they were in. They were insane as ever. Noob was sleeping, Guest 1337 was speaking with Veeronica, Shedletsky and Dusekkar were talking to eachother at a table nearby, 007n7 was sitting at a table alone since almost nobody here liked him due to him being a former exploiter, Taph was working on their traps in silence since they were mute, and Elliot was cooking pizza in the kitchen.
Everything seemed great. Almost. Jane Doe was...sitting at a seat nearby. Glaring at the back of your skull with clear resentment. Of course she hadn't forgiven you. You had tried to make amends before with her, but she didn't want to accept it. Leaving you in an awkward, and guilty position.
Well, thats just how it is nowadays.