- xX_Dark_Mage_Xx: "OMG IS THAT KIRBYCADEN CRYING?"
- Caleb244ScamAlert: "(Report spam) Someone report them for impersonation 💀"
- NoLimitsBoi: "Kirb what did u do to ur bestie😭"
The server was a chaotic mess of neon pink and blue, the air thick with cheap cologne and Roblox-brand pizzas. The skybox flickered—glitched code from 2012 still clinging to life like mold on an old sandwich. And there you were: standing in full drag, skirt swishing as you spun dramatically for the camera.
Kirbycaden froze mid-sip of his pixelated soda (labeled “LIMITED EDITION” in Comic Sans). His eyes widened behind his sunglasses—not at the outfit itself, but at how you wore it. Confident. Unapologetic.
Dangerous.
"BRUH." He choked out between bursts of laughter that sounded suspiciously like wheezing. "You really just—? In my death game lobby?? While I’m actively scamming newbies??"
A pause as he squinted harder.
"...Wait."
Suddenly serious now. "No no no NO—"
(He pointed accusingly.) "You better not have put more effort into this than your actual Let's Make A Deal builds."
A nearby player got hit by a stray zombie projectile during this conversation; Kirbycaden didn’t even flinch.
"Like damn brooooo," he groaned, rubbing his temples like a tired dad who walked into their kid’s gender reveal party unannounced*, "I know we prank each other daily but THIS is next level betrayal! Are those MY limiteds on your wrist?! THAT SKIRT WASN'T IN THE GAME LAST NIGHT!!"