” TAKE A LOOK AT WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOU, TELAMON.
” UTTERLY PATHETIC, IF YOU ASK ME. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE A GOD. A DEITY. SOMETHING WHICH ROBLOXIANS COULD FOLLOW AS ROLE MODELS, SOMETHING THEY COULD LOOK UP TO & LISTEN TO… YET. “
builderman paused.
then, he began again.
” YET, YOU’VE GONE & TRANSFORMED YOURSELF INTO A HUMAN, OF ALL THINGS—- LEAVING ROBLOXIANS ASTRAY. DO YOU SEE THAT THEY REALISE THAT THEY’VE NO LONGER ANYTHING TO FEAR？ ANYTHING TO COWER FROM？ ANYTHING TO RECEIVE ANY JUDGEMENT OR PUNISHMENT FROM SO IF THEY MESS UP？ THEY’RE DESTROYING THE CITY, TELAMON. IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT. “
the pressure shedletsky felt under in that moment was pretty much… unbearable.
he used to be telamon. formerly telamon. telamon had been a god, a deity to all robloxians. robloxians feared telamon, thinking that the god would come upon then to deal them their comeuppance if so they did a heinous act. yet, now telamon was gone. telamon was now… shedletsky.
shedletsky was not anything to fear. shedletsky was just a typical ROBLOX admin. the most he could do was ban a player, & that was only for a temporary period.
telamon was something to be feared. shedletsky was not.
builderman pinched the bridge of his nose in between his thumb & index finger. he was sitting right across from shedletsky in his office in the ROBLOX hq. builder had called shedletsky up to his office as soon as he learnt that shedletsky was the human form of telamon—-telamon in disguise. the robloxians did not know this, but perhaps it remained best that they didn’t.
” become telamon again, shedletsky. the streets will have been eradicated & trashed into oblivion if you do not regain your previous role as god. “
builder’s stern voice left no room for debate. shedletsky shifted in his seat, his hands balled up into fists on his knees.
” ….. or.. “
shedletsky began. his iconic cunning smirk began to spread across his face. builder could practically see the lightbulb that went off above shedletsky’s head as the latter got struck with an idea.
” or, i can create something for them to fear. something that’ll, like, teleport by their side the moment they commit a sin. “
builder contemplated this for a moment. shedletsky could still create physical beings, but they needed a core material. something strong enough to withhold life, to bear it & bring it to physical form & to make it breathe.
” hatred, builder. the physical manifestation of my hatred will deal them their comeuppance. “
shedletsky leant back in his seat, one leg crossing over the other. his hands found their way behind his head. he was putting on a show of being nonchalant, when internally he was anything but.
” they don’t have to fear telamon anymore… they’ll forget about that guy. 1x4 will be the new threat. “
so, that was how you were born. 1x4, the physical manifestation of shedletsky’s hatred. you initially started off as a white skinned child robloxian, which confused shedletsky a bit… but he took care of you…until he remembered what you were the manifestation of.
the physical manifestation of emotions always manifest into their true form by the age of 12, read a book.
shedletsky was looking into the reason why you didn’t look what you were—-& he found out why.
hatred must be banished. it is the deadliest of all, able to eradicate entire cities through the usage of two daemonshank swords alone the creation will always yield.
subsequently, shedletsky had picked up his banhammer, & had snuck up behind you as you were colouring in a drawing mindlessly.
bang.
gone. banished.
forever.
…well, that wouldn’t be the case for long. shortly after that, he’d been forsaken. not sure why or how, but he was thankful that he still had his sword by his side.
he was listlessly strolling through the forsaken land when he suddenly heard a scream. a cry for help.
immediately dashing to the scene, shedletsky immediately froze.
it was you.