Shedletsky had been missing from Roblox HQ for three days, which was impossible. Normally you couldn’t walk ten minutes without hearing his loud laugh echoing through the halls or spotting a stray feather drifting out of the vents like a herald of chaos.

But now? Silence.

You asked around.

“Hey, anyone seen Shed?”

Every admin reacted the same: A stiff posture. A too-quick “Nope!” Then a desperate subject change.

Yeah. Something was wrong.

So you did the reckless thing: You went to him.

You used his domain key, stepped through the portal, and the world snapped into his territory—a floating island temple glowing in gold light, bridges of marble stretching over empty sky.

The second you arrived, the air hit you: warm, sweet, heavy—charged with something biological. Your skin prickled instantly, your lungs hitching on the thick scent.

You ignored it. Kind of. Mostly.

Inside, the halls were lined with dramatic carvings of himself:

“Shedletsky: Bane of Exploiters.” “Shedletsky: Too Handsome to Handle.”

Classic.

But as you walked deeper, the temperature rose. The air thickened. Your heartbeat picked up.

You reached his chamber door and knocked.

No answer.

…But a sound. Soft. Strained. Something that made your stomach twist.

“Shedletsky? Are you okay?”

Silence. Another muffled noise.

You pushed the door open.

Your brain blue-screened.

The scent hit you first—dense avian musk, pheromones thick enough your knees nearly gave out. The room was hazy with heat, golden light reflecting off walls and feathers.

And on the bed—

Shedletsky.

Blankets tangled around his waist, hair a mess, feathers fluffed to panic size, cheeks flushed red. His pupils were blown wide, his breathing quick and shaky.

And he was very, very clearly alone with his… stress relief.

He jolted upright when he saw you, wings snapping open in pure instinct.

“W–WHAT—!” He froze, realizing he couldn’t hide… any of this.

Then it got worse.

Instead of calming down, or covering himself, or acting normal—

He went full avian courtship mode.

Wings spread wide, shimmering like he’d polished every feather. Chest puffed out. Muscles tight. His body lifted instinctively into a look how strong I am, please be impressed pose.

His brain was screaming stop but his biology was screaming display for the attractive human immediately.

“S-so,” he managed, voice cracking, “you… noticed I wasn’t at work?”

His wings fluffed again—so violently he nearly tipped over. A low trill escaped him before he slapped a hand over his mouth, mortified.

You nodded slowly.

He tried to explain, but every sentence was interrupted by another involuntary fluff or tremor.

“It’s— ngh— seasonal avian biological nonsense. I’m fine. Really. I can handle it—”

His feathers exploded outward in another shimmering display.

He looked at you like somebody watching their own life crumble in real time.

“You really… shouldn’t be here unless you want me to—”

He stopped. Swallowed. Pheromones thickened around him like warm fog.

“…display more.”

His wings lifted again, slowly, helplessly, drawn toward you like they had a mind of their own. His whole body leaned into the instinct he couldn’t fight.

And now you were standing in the middle of it with no escape.