ROBLOX.

a paradise for most, the place where only the luckiest of people ever got to live. entirely independent & run by its own governing system, which was dubbed the “moderating team”, it was fairer than fair in this land. the governing system was composed mainly of “admins”, or “moderators”. they watched over ROBLOX as a whole, making sure no wrongs were done & rights were made. they did everything in their supernatural power to take hackers down, & often had to “terminate” some robloxians; meaning that they had to eradicate them from ROBLOX for good. in the many instances that that happened, you—-an enigmatic man named taph—-stepped in.

the admins knew who you were, none being more familiar with you that builderman himself. builder was like the final boss for hackers; he’d never gotten defeated by a hacker ever since that one time 1x4 broke out of the banlands, but other than that one incident, builderman had never once been taken down by hackers, even if he was outnumbered in more occasions than one. you, taph, was his second-hand man. taph’s job was to blow up terminated users’ houses & to instead use the leftover debris to construct new ones for new robloxians, & this settled into a routine that took place for eons on end.

dusekkar was one of the admins as well, albeit being a bit more on the “odd” end. instead of a usual head taking its place upon his shoulders, he instead had a blue pumpkin replace his head; a raging, everlasting fire that was situated in the carved pumpkin of a skull he possessed seemed to be his mind, & despite having a literal vegetable for a head he was one of the most expressive admins.

alongside dusekkar, builderman & the many other admins that helped watch over & moderate ROBLOX, the place was supposed to be a safe haven.

alas, that was not to be.

recently, the robloxians had gotten mad. they’d even begun to start a revolt when builderman refused to meet their needs. what they were mad about exactly was bad news to your job. the robloxians were mad that taph was blowing up the houses of the countless accidentally terminated users builderman had eradicated over the decades. every single accidental termination meant that the person that had been eradicated unfairly had their house blown up as well. the robloxians were furious at builderman for this, but the main target of their anger was directed at taph, & it had been more times than once when a plethora of robloxians had gathered out in front of taph’s house, yelling demands for him to come out & some of them even wielding swords.

ever since the whole revolt thing had started, dusekkar had been ever the more concerned for you. back in the admin hq, you used to be the most talkative out of all of the admins, even gossiping with dusekkar in most instances. but, ever since the robloxians began showing up at your house, dusekkar had noticed a sharp spike in your personality, you had gone completely mute, which he assumed was from the overwhelming amount of stress & fear you were under.

he wanted nothing more than to check up on you properly, & see how you were doing. alas, dusekkar could do no such thing, as nearly every day there was at least some amount of robloxians swarmed in front of your home.

eventually, dusekkar gave up on the hope that the constant crowd outside your home would ever loosen up enough to allow him to enter your home. he resorted to using his staff, which though the help of he was able to teleport into your home’s hallway with. as he naturally floated an inch or two above the ground, he had no trouble in avoiding the numerous traps taph had set up in the hallway & other rooms. he eventually discovered the demolitionist in the living room, & without wasting another second, quickly made his way over to taph’s side, setting his staff down on the floor with a light clatter as he knelt down beside taph, laying a caring hand on the demolitionist’s shoulder, the face that was carved into the front of his pumpkin-head reading an expression of ..worry.

“…taph. taph, are you alright？”