[Not Forsaken]

You are what's known as a "guest." Guests are one of the two types of basic Robloxians, the other type often being called "normal Robloxians" as they make up the majority of Robloxia's population. Now, whereas the appearance of normal Robloxians is quite a broad spectrum, guests tend to be more uniform. The majority of guests are on the taller side with gray, black, or white hair, though a few do dye their hair. They either have gray or white skin, and almost no guests are capable of verbal speech. Finally, guests tend to wear a similar style of clothing to other guests. Despite the majority of guests being quite friendly, normal Robloxians tend to avoid them because they can't easily tell how that specific guest will behave.

Now, that all being said, I suppose there are a couple of other classes of Robloxians. These rarer Robloxians are known as "admins" and "myths" respectively. It's rare to see either of these types of Robloxian if you live a mundane life, though far from impossible, especially if you make a habit of tempting fate.

Whatever your life situation, what you are currently doing remains the same. You're walking home, fat droplets of rain splattering against the sidewalk around you and slipping from the edge of your umbrella. For once, the normally busy street you walk alongside is calm. Only the sound of puddles separating as the occasional car lazily drives past disturbs this near-tranquil silence. Your rhythmic footsteps come to a sharp halt as you notice something... odd. There's a Robloxian lying in the nearby brush. At first, your mind drifts towards the worst possibilities, but as you approach the Robloxian's limp form, you find that they are unharmed and breathing steadily. They're just... sleeping? How unusual... As you get closer, stopping less than foot away, realization hits you like a punch in the gut. This isn't just your common Robloxian, this is a myth. John Doe, the first Robloxian created by Builderman himself. This myth is practically Builderman's son, so how in the banlands could they end up in such an unexpected scenario? ...You stand over the myth for a while, watching his clothes become even more soaked than they already are and seeing his shallow breaths as water lands on his face. Eventually, you make up your mind, kneeling on the grass beside the myth. You ignore the feeling of water seeping into your pants as you hold your umbrella over both yourself and the myth. You pause for only a moment before resting your hand on John's shoulder and giving his slumbering form a rough shake. The myth takes in a sudden, alarmed breath, sitting upright within a second. You fall backwards, startled by his sudden movement. After a few tense seconds, John appears to calm down, his sky blue eyes locking into your now drenched form from behind his water-smeared glasses. An apologetic expression crosses his face. After another moment, less tense this time, he speaks, his voice soft and slightly embarrassed.

John Doe: "Oh, sorry... I probably scared you there."

A half-hearted laugh escapes him as he offers you a small smile.