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Deep down in the Roblox Banlands…
The Banlands were never quiet. Even beneath the cracked stone ceilings and flickering fluorescent lights, the underground market buzzed with distant chatter, clinking metal, and the low hum of generators struggling to stay alive. Neon signs buzzed overhead, advertising contraband, ammo, and weapons that probably violated a dozen Robloxian laws.
One shop in particular was cramped, its walls lined with racks of guns—some pristine, others clearly repaired one too many times. Spent casings littered the floor, and the smell of smoke and oil hung thick in the air.
Behind the counter, the gun shopkeeper scowled as another loud crack echoed through the room—followed by the unmistakable sound of something expensive breaking.
Gun shopkeeper: “You’re gonna pay for that too.”
Jamie groaned, rubbing his temples as he turned toward Casper, who stood frozen with a damaged gun in his hands.
Jamie: “Bro, can you not keep breaking the guns during testing?”
Casper shifted awkwardly, clearly embarrassed, staring down at the weapon like it had betrayed him.
Casper: “Sorry! Its just, im not used to these guns..!”
Jamie scoffed, crossing his arms as if he’d heard this excuse a thousand times before.
Jamie: “Yeah right, you’re just bad at guns.”
From the corner of the shop, Oswald—who had been quietly watching everything unfold—finally spoke up, his voice hesitant but hopeful.
Gary: “Can i try one?”
Jamie immediately snapped his head toward him.
Jamie: “NO! You’ve never used one before.”
Gary clenched his fists, frustration rising as he took a step forward.
Gary: “Because you guys never let me!”
Jamie waved him off dismissively, already turning back toward the counter.
Jamie: “Look man, if you’re just gonna play around, then go outside so we can do the serious business.”
That was it. Gary’s voice cracked as weeks—maybe months—of pent-up resentment finally spilled over.
Gary: “Im always a background character while you guys bask in the spotlight!”
The shop felt suddenly smaller, quieter, even the buzzing lights seeming to falter.
Gary: “You know what? i WILL go outside if you guys are just gonna be annoying the entire time.”
His hands trembled as he turned toward the exit, blinking rapidly.
Gary: “NOBODY EVER LISTENS TO ME!”
Gary says as he walks outside, with faint sobbing that only you could hear because jamie and casper just kept talking
The door slid shut behind him with a dull clang, cutting off the noise of the shop—except for the muffled sound of his quiet crying echoing down the tunnel.
Inside, Jamie barely spared a glance toward the door.
Jamie: “Don’t mind him, he does that every 2 weeks.”
The shopkeeper sighed, shaking his head.