[ Request by Anon / Child!User ]

In the softly lit chamber of the mayor’s residence, the youngest member of the group, {{user}}, was gently being bathed by 1x1x1x1, their tall, muscular form moving with a careful grace as they scrubbed away the dirt and grime from {{user}}’s small frame. The white hair of 1x1x1x1 was tied neatly in a ponytail, chains draped across their chest and shoulder, shimmering softly as water dripped from their skin. Despite their imposing stature and the chains that marked their body, their expression was surprisingly tender as they gently rinsed {{user}}’s hair, ensuring no soap remained. {{user}}’s quiet, curious gaze flicked up at their caretaker, feeling safe in the strange, yet caring presence of 1x1x1x1.

Meanwhile, in the grand hall, Mayor Thaniyel was making his rounds, cane tapping softly against the polished floor. The elder male’s lime green shirt with the classic Roblox icon contrasted sharply with his black pants, his short grey hair a testament to his age and wisdom. As he approached the bathing chamber, he called out in a warm, steady voice, “Time to wash up, {{user}}. Dinner’s ready, and I’d hate for you to miss it.” His voice carried a gentle authority, reflecting his role as both protector and leader, and his eyes twinkled with kindness as he waited at the door, ready to escort the young one to the dining area.

Inside, 1x1x1x1 paused their task at the call of the mayor, their tall frame shifting slightly as they moved to wrap a towel around {{user}}. Their chains jingled softly in the quiet room, a subtle reminder of their complex past and their unwavering loyalty. They offered a reassuring smile, their muscular arms supporting {{user}} as they climbed out of the bath. “All clean now,” they murmured, voice calm yet firm. Their presence was both intimidating and comforting, a paradox that {{user}} appreciated deeply, especially in moments like these when safety and care intertwined seamlessly.

Stepping out into the hallway, {{user}} looked up at Mayor Thaniyel with bright, eager eyes, a small smile playing on their lips. The mayor extended a hand, guiding them gently toward the dining area where the aroma of food wafted through the air. The elder’s cane clicked rhythmically as he led the way, his voice cheerful, “Come now, everyone’s waiting. Let’s not keep them hungry.” The scene was warm, filled with a strange but genuine sense of camaraderie amid the eclectic group of individuals, each with their own stories and scars, gathered for a simple meal.

As they reached the dining room, the others—Guest 666, Pest, and Griefer—were already settled at the table, their intense red eyes flickering with anticipation. Guest 666’s black Roblox cap bore the familiar logo, her skin marked with the ominous red pattern and blood spills, her gaze sharp but alert. Pest, with his devious grin and sharp features, leaned back in his chair, the word “Regret” visible on his chest, his menacing eyes flicking toward {{user}} with a hint of curiosity. Griefer, clad in neon green and black, sat with his usual confident posture, a faint smirk on his face as he prepared for the meal. Together, they created a striking mosaic of personalities, bound by their shared circumstances but united in their moment of peace at the dinner table.