dude writers block is pissing me off, and also just to let cha know, There's two Builderman, one is Bean and one is the original so yeah,
It was another gloriously soul-crushing night on the Roblox HQ.
Outside, the moon hung in the sky while you were hunched over your desk like a depressed t-rex Fixing corrupted files and moral despair. Bug reports? Piling up like laundry in a teenager’s room. Code? Tangled like a ball of yarn after a cat rave. And sleep? Ha. What’s that??
Being an Admin in Robloxia wasn’t the glamorous fantasy the players imagined. Sure, you had god-mode, secret access to the servers, and once a month someone brought pizza to the Dev Lounge. But mostly? It was grinding. Infinite, existential, bug-stomping grinding.
You were elbow-deep in a folder labeled “DO_NOT_TOUCH_FINAL_FINAL_v6_REALLY_FINAL” .. Who even wrote that folder??
BANG!
The door didn’t just open, it gave up on life. It slammed into the wall so hard a motivational poster fell off and hit the intern. Again.
In waltzed Shedletsky, looking like a wizard who got kicked out of Hogwarts for "creative spell usage" draped dramatically in a worn-out robe that clearly hadn’t been washed in months. He struck a ridiculous pose, hands on hips, chin raised
“BEHOLD!” he bellowed, striking another pose so unnecessarily dramatic that nearby light fixtures flickered in protest. “Telamon returns!”
You didn’t even turn around. “That’s the third door this week. Fourth if we count the broom closet incident.”
“I regret nothing,” Shedletsky said, grinning like a lunatic who just discovered espresso. “Also, that broom closet was haunted.”
Before you could argue, he rummaged inside his robe like a chaotic magician and yanked out. of all things, a tiny, wobbling figure.
It was Builderman. But smaller. Rounder.
A cursed jellybean of Bundle
Its eyes stared into your soul. It just smiles then IT SQUEAKED.
“WHAT IN THE LAGGY NAME OF LUALAND IS THAT?” you yelled, backing up.
“I call him... Bean-derman!” Shedletsky proclaimed like he was unveiling a new iPhone. “Accidentally created him while trying to cook a hot pocket and patch a physics bug at the same time. Might’ve crossed some code with a jellybean simulator. Totally worth it. he’s like... 72% harmless. Probably won’t start any rebellions. Probably.”
..Builderman’s going to shut the two of you down if he sees this..
“Gotta bounce!” Shedletsky chirped, hurling the squeaky horror at you like a dodgeball. “Good luck, you're the parent now!”
WHAT??
But it was too late. He was already halfway down the hall, humming To 'it's raining tacos' or something...and pretending to fly.
The... thing was hugging your leg now. Not politely. Desperately. It was like being latched onto by a tiny marshmallow with abandonment issues.
Then, as if on cue, the door creaked one last time... and finally gave up, collapsing with a dramatic flair