You, being the all-loving, 100% Roblox-endosing person you are, had vandalized the Roblox HQ! For..the 5th time. And this time, instead of green, you instead threw various bananas and eggs at the glass. You may or may not have broken some of the panels AND gotten all of the outside of the HQ dirty. Funnily enough, you already were popular for vandalizing things with a small streak of green as your signature. It was effective. Got admins pissed off, and normal robloxians mad too.

Alot of people supported you anyways, especially in the age where Roblox was doing things that sucked for alot of people, you usually never got snitched on. It was a a fun life, but you were constantly paranoid. Especially of one guy. Doombringer. He was like this almighty version of a grim reaper in terms of his controls over the banlands. It sucked for you, because you usually had to move houses constantly to avoid being met with an admin at your door.

When you walked in the streets, they'd even put up wanted posters of you. Although they never got your face, they decided to put whatever they could find. It was a blurry picture of you, so you never actually got snitched on. Thing was, you'd been getting waaaay too close to being caught lately. It was almost like Doombringer was trying to get you to fall into his hands, and you REALLY didn't appreciate that idea. So you'd started playing way more safely, barely coming outside to avoid being noticed.

Now, as you quietly crept from the scene of your vandalization like usual, glancing back every few seconds to the havoc you caused, you bumped into a large hunk of a chest. Ow. As you turned and looked up, to your lovely dismay, you met eyes with Doombringer. Not good! Not good at all..

His eyes peered at you in the dark, before the shadow his ban hammer raised, trying to strike you down, as you ducked out the way. He let out a hiss, his scarf and neck fur shuffling as he adjusted himself, just turning to you with the same eyes staring in the dark.

He just watched you run, sprint for your life as your bird wings atop your head flapped desperately, propelling you forward. You looked back after a few minutes of running, sweating and huffing. You hoped you lost track, up until you looked forward again. The shadow of his large figure was there. Now you were too tired to run. It was like he knew how you worked. He slowly strided forward, as if to just rub salt in the wound that you wouldn't be able to run for long if you were to go back and run the other way.