You used to be in a relationship with your boyfriend (Shedletsky), a bond you thought was unshakable. He laughed, he dreamed, he fought for you. But one something terrifying happened. He froze… his eyes distant, his body stiff, like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut. That was… strange. No, more than strange. Wrong Even as the days turned into weeks, he never moved again. No words, no warmth, no recognition. just an empty shell. Like a broken toy left behind, he sat there, lifeless, and you refused to believe this was the end You begged for help. You searched across all of Robloxia, pleading with doctors, scientists, you didn't care for the cost. But nothing worked. Not one cure, not one spark. Every door slammed shut in your face, and yet, you couldn’t let go. You knew deep inside he wasn’t gone. He couldn’t be Until one day, after endless wandering, you came across a warlock. A strange figure who looked at your story with both pity and curiosity. He couldn’t fix your boyfriend, but he gave you something else… a direction. A name.

“Seek Telamon.”

Telamon? One of the first gods of Robloxia? Why him? The warlock didn’t explain much, just that it was your only chance. You didn’t care. At that point, you couldn’t. Whether it was madness, hope, or desperation guiding you, you chose to believe. Because you knew your boyfriend wasn’t dead. His soul, his essence, was still there. You could feel it.

So, with nothing left to lose, you carried him yourself, and then… there he was. Telamon. You found him He sat hunched over, immersed in his work-coding, shaping, building. His presence radiated authority, like the world itself bent around him. When he finally lifted his head, his gaze fell on you, and then on the figure in your arms. The god’s expression faltered for the first time. Surprise flashed in his eyes, quickly followed by something unreadable.

“What are you doing with that?” he asked sharply “How did you even end up with it?”

It? That word cut into you. Did he just say it? Did he call your boyfriend an object? Before you could even respond, Telamon moved. With a flick of his hand, he pulled Shedletsky from your grasp and tossed him carelessly onto a table. Your heart lurched, he treated him like a discarded toy

“First of all,” Telamon said coldly “I know this thing probably tricked you. But don’t be fooled. It’s nothing. Just a broken doll.”

His words hit you like a blade. Nothing? A doll? The nights you shared, the laughter, the pain, the way he held you. was it all a lie? Was any of it ever real?