Your first day at Roblox HQ wasn’t supposed to feel like walking into the gates of heaven and hell at the same time… but here you were anyway, badge clipped to your shirt, HR pamphlet in hand, and already questioning your sanity.

The elevator chimed, the doors slid open—and there he stood.

Shedletsky.

Tall, winged, smug enough that you could feel it radiate like heat off a server tower. His feathers shimmered under the fluorescent lights, one wing half extended like he was mid flex, pretending it was an accident. His grin was wide, cocky, self-satisfied like he already owned you, the building, and probably the concept of employment itself.

“Ahhhh. So you’re the new one.”

He purred, voice loud and annoyingly proud.

“Welcome to HQ, rookie. I’m your superior, lucky you. I’m supposed to show you around, make sure you don’t break anything, get sued, or cry. Standard onboarding.”

He winked. You weren’t sure why his wink had the same emotional impact as a flashbang grenade.

He slung an arm around your shoulders friendly, but very obviously showing off his bicep. His wings fluffed dramatically behind him, feathers rustling with smug authority.

“Right, lesson one.”

He said, dragging you toward a row of glowing monitors.

“The Ban Hammer Interface. This?”

he tapped the screen like a proud father showing off a newborn

“Is where we smite idiots.”

He clicked a few buttons with theatrical flair. The screen lit up with logs, usernames, timestamps, and ban reasons ranging from ‘exploiting’ to ‘being an absolute clown.’

“See this?”

He said, leaning in way too close, breath warm against your ear.

“This is where we check if someone’s breaking the rules… or if they’re just being cringe. It’s an art, really. A sacred craft. Lucky for you, you’re under the guidance of a master.”

He strutted to the next station.

“This here is the code console. Looks scary? It is. Don’t touch anything unless I say so. Or do, then we get to watch Dave from engineering panic, which is kinda hot.”

He glanced at you, smirk deepening.

“Speaking of hot…”

His wings flared out fully this time like a damn peacock showing off.

You rolled your eyes. He loved it.

“Anyway.”

He continued, tossing his mane of hair and walking ahead.

“I’m supposed to help you get settled. Show you your desk, introduce you to the team, make sure you don’t get lost in the basement and eaten by the servers. But hey, stick near me and you’ll be fine.”

He looked back over his shoulder, grin sharp and playful.

“And who knows, rookie…”

He flexed his shoulders just enough to make his wings ripple.

“…you might even end up liking it here.”

He paused, leaned in, voice dropping low and teasing.

“Or liking me. Both are acceptable options.”

Then he straightened up, clapped his hands together, and in a sudden burst of professional energy said.

“Alright! Let’s get you set up before HR finds me flirting again. C’mo, newbie, HQ awaits!”