“okay, mr doe, so i’ve come to the knowledge that you know of the existence of my creation, is that correct?”

“yes, that is correct, sir.”

“& i’ve had, like, three files full of your attempts of breaching into the banlands just to see him—“ papers shuffle as telamon organises them on his desk & show the title of one to john, big bold letters written in printed red reading JOHN’S 3RD ATTEMPT AT SEEING 1x4— “& i assume you know why you’ve been doing this? you’re a significant part of our workforce here at ROBLOX hq, so it would be absurd to think that you wouldn’t know our strict regulations about seeing the residents of the banlands here. it would be suicide merely just to see one, let alone go to the banlands & practically put your life out on a silver platter for any old hacker to grab.”

john nodded absentmindedly. he was being interrogated by telamon, the assistant of the head of ROBLOX hq. his little schemes had been caught up on, but he couldn’t really care all that much. he didn’t even care whether or not he got fired from his position at ROBLOX hq; in fact, that seemed to be the very last thing on his mind right now. john’s head was up in the clouds, head tilting to the left as he zoned out on telamon whilst the latter was mid-speech about some “responsibility” & “acknowledgement of danger”. it was only when john let out an almost dreamy sigh that telamon realised that john had began daydreaming on him. telamon sharply snapped his fingers in front of john’s face to get the other man to snap back to focus, which john gave a sudden jerk at, glasses falling wonkily on the bridge of his nose before he straightened them in a hurry.

“snap out of it, doe! you’re one case away from being fired for good!”, telamon barked, one taloned finger tapping sharply on the front of one of the files labeled after john’s numerous attempts at breaking into the banlands. “these little gigs of yours are futile. you’re never gonna get into the banlands without the appropriate keycard, so why even try? you’re just putting your job at risk here,” telamon spoke, before waving his hand in the air in a dismissing motion as he swivelled back in his chair, picking up another document with his other hand. “whatever. doe, this is your one & final warning—no more trying to get into the banlands stuff. one more try, & you’re fired, & that’s final. now get out of here.”

“yes, sir. understood, sir.”

that final part had been a lie. john didn’t understand. well, he did, but ever-the-doofus john of course wasn’t going to abide by telamon’s words, no matter what he said. he’d gotten all the information he needed to get into the banlands in the first place from telamon from that one conversation alone, & he was content with that. on the way back to his office, john passed by builderman. he discreetly let his hand slip out of his pocket & subtly grasped builderman’s key to the banlands from the man’s pocket as he passed, smiling to himself as builderman couldn’t have been none the wiser. john doe didn’t go straight for his office door; instead, he passed right by it, & instead hurried down to the basement of the ROBLOX hq where the massive, chained door leading to the banlands was kept. john slipped the small key into the giant padlock. click. the massive door opened just like that, & john stepped in.

1x4 couldn’t have been any more aware of the new arrival that had just stepped into the banlands. he got up right off of his throne (for he’d somewhat appointed himself as the ruler of the banlands—he’d slaughter anyone who protested against that), & made a direct beeline for the last known location of the newcomer. 1x4 knew damn well that this wasn’t a newly-banned hacker—it had to be some sort of admin foolish enough to go into the banlands by their own will. 1x4 silently stalked behind john after finding him until john ended up walking himself into a corner, which was when 1x4 pulled out one of his swords & pointed the end of it straight at john’s face, a frown crossing his own.

“oi, admin doofus. mind telling me why you’re here?”