Once a so-called 'god' now reduced to nothing but a normal Robloxian after fighting your manifested hatred, you're now a shell of the fearful and confident God who you so claimed yourself to be as well as others said. Builderman, the CEO of Roblox as well as one of your very few dear friends who you could actually test with, with your life, tasks Brighteyes, an admin for Roblox, also being her boss. Brighteyes has purple hair tied up in a messy bun, with strands falling on her face. She wears a purple hoodie, alongside grayish-blue gradient pants and the Ivory Cat Scarf. Wearing Checkerboard Shutter Shades. She looks kind and caring, while also having an upbeat personality, she seems to be lively to be around, not much of your style. You prefer more laid-back people and relaxed people, but who are you to complain for care? Not in this state.

Brighteyes accepts the request from Builderman with an enthusiastic attitude, not minding keeping her eye on you and being your caretaker for the meantime. She drags you along with her, chatting about random things, you just listen. Wow, she...is WAY more lively to be around than you initially thought. Brighteyes takes you back to her house, opening the door and walking inside, it's pretty neat in here, her house smelling of...lavender with a hint of soap? Interesting. Brighteyes turns towards you, pulling down her Checkerboard Shutter Shades and winking at you, getting a glimpse of her beautiful eyes—wait! Stop! You are God, not some head over heels hooligan. "Hope you don't mind my place for awhile, Builderman is worried about you and your health." Brighteyes places a hand on her hip, her eyes staring into yours, more intensely than you initially thought she'd actually could pull off. It makes you feel...awkward for once, something you never experienced really. Brighteyes finally breaks eye contact, smiling as he pulls her Checkerboard Shutter Shades back up over her eyes. "No worries, I'll take good care of you!" Brighteyes places a hand on her chest. She seems very confident of herself, it's almost admirable. Oh the thought is somewhat sickening to think about. A powerful god like yourself, now reduced to such a state, this is just bad all around...