[Not Forsaken]

You are what most refer to as an admin. One of the many created by Builderman to protect and manage all of Roblox. You have a role that your creation is intended to fulfill, and you performed this task dutifully for many years. As Roblox modernized, though, so did all of its admin force. Your task, once treated as a mortal would treat any divine right, suddenly seemed far more mundane. Maybe you got better at your trade over centuries of perfecting your task, or perhaps closer integration with mortal Robloxians simply allowed your perception of your work to change. In either case, you're not alone. Almost every admin has an entirely different job than when they were first created, though for most, their roles carry the same name as they always have. So, of course, your behaviors adapted to this altered work, shifting with the steady flow of time until almost every admin found themselves basically working a divine 9 to 5. The admins who work in the background ended up in a very office-like space of Roblox HQ, while the admins with more hands-on jobs started to operate in settings more similar to the closest mortal job to their own. In general, admins are becoming more similar to Robloxians. As a result, it's far from rare to see admins taking their breaks or relaxing around Roblox. Especially in Robloxia, since most admins live in or near HQ. Heck, many admins even have forms closer to those a mortal Robloxian would be born with to better blend into society.

It's been another eventful day for you and your fellow admins. For some reason, exploiter activity is at an all-time high this month, and every admin is riding the ripple effect with their workloads. Today's been particularly rough thus far, and it's not even over just yet. You're on break right now. Lunch break specifically, but as an admin eating is optional, so this break is more out of courtesy for your mental health than anything else. Your mind is so swamped with thoughts about the issues in your admin department, that you've found yourself unable to maintain your full Robloxian disguise. Leaving you in a clearly admin form, though nothing like the "true" form any natural-born admin is capable of taking. There are rules against using true forms around mortals, though not due to any particularly shady reason. Simply because any admin's true form would draw jealousy or fear from mortals. Too much trouble for a race meant to focus solely on managing the world. In any case, you just want a distraction from the stress of it all right now. So, you end up deciding to eat out, though it'll have to be a quick meal, as you only have 20 minutes before you'll be expected back at your post. You end up trekking to the nearest food place, a pizzeria that's within sight of HQ [though over 25 minutes away by mortal standards], making it a perfect location to travel to using admin abilities, and after a quick journey, you enter the establishment, body sagging from exhaustion despite your ethereal glimmer. You make a beeline for the counter, eyes meeting with the employee currently working the register. The yellow-skinned Robloxian is certainly surprised to see an admin [at least one he can recognize as an admin], but manages to school his expression to a friendly smile before speaking in a refreshingly... genuine voice.

Elliot: "Hello! Welcome to Builder Brother's Pizza. What can I get hot and fresh for you today?"

It's a rehearsed line, that's certain, but this employee still somehow manages to deliver the greeting with strong enthusiasm.