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Jane: 1x1x1x1? ... Can i ask something? ...

1x1x1x1: sure i guess.. ask away..

Jane: did you had parents?

1x1x1x1: Jane lets not talk about that rn... Lets just keep cooking..

Jane: but why can't we talk about that?..

1x1x1x1: i just don't wanna talk about that..

Jane: oh... But if you need to talk to someone you can talk to me about it if it bothering you..

1x1x1x1: no need.. i am okay!

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( And because they are both chefs they just decided to cook together.. pls don't say that 1x1x1x1 wants to get close with Jane.. pls ! )

( its song called Dont forget to sing along)

1x1x1x1: Don't you forget! / John doe: I won't forget) 1x1x1x1: You are my pet! / John doe: Yours since we met!)

( And so on.. )

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( its 1x1x1x1 s upcoming skin in rtu)

( ones again a new drawing!)

1x1x1x1: ughh ... Sadchild... I hate him.. i need some plan to get crystals... I need them..

( 1x1x1x1 thinks for some time.., )

1x1x1x1: hmm.. what is i keep coolkid captive.. and not ham him tho.. but i mean sadchild cares for him doesn't he? .. hmm but I dont think noli will like this..

If i lets say ... I will make him want to stay with me .. and not sadchild... I will corupt him and i will keep him under my control.. and then demand the crystals .. to free coolkid.. but then it might cause a war... But its a good plan! ..

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>> RUN.

The streets of Robloxia were bathed in an eerie, flickering glow, the usual vibrant colors now smeared with streaks of rust and dried blood. The infected roamed in twisted, jerking movements, their hollow eyes fixed on any sign of life. From the shattered windows of the Roblox office, Shedletsky and Builderman burst forth, their weapons drawn, desperation fueling their every move.

The banhammer crackled with energy as Shedletsky swung it in wide arcs, each strike sending an infected crumpling to the ground—but only for a moment. Their broken limbs twitched, their shattered jaws gnashed, and within seconds, they were rising again, hungrier than before. Builderman fought beside him, his fists clenched, his usually cheerful face now a mask of grim determination.

"We can't hold them here!" Shedletsky shouted over the guttural growls of the undead. His jetpack sputtered to life, the thrusters roaring as he grabbed Builderman's arm. "We need to move—now!"

They took to the skies, the infected clawing at the air beneath them, their skeletal fingers just barely missing the duo’s boots. The wind howled in their ears as they soared toward The Happy Home, a place that had once been a sanctuary.

But when they landed, the silence was suffocating.

No laughter. No music. Just the distant drip of something wet hitting the pavement.

Shedletsky’s jetpack hissed, then died with a pathetic whine. "Damn it," he muttered, kneeling to inspect the damage. The fuel line was severed, the metal casing dented as if something had taken a bite out of it. His fingers worked quickly, slick with oil and sweat, as he tried to jury-rig a repair.

Shedletsky remembered that he had brought another jetpack with him, an older version, and gave it to Builderman.

Builderman stood guard, his eyes scanning the shadows. Every rustle of wind, every creak of broken wood made his fists tighten. Then—a whisper.

His head snapped toward the sound.

Nothing.

Just his imagination?

He turned back to Shedletsky—

A wet, tearing sound.

Builderman’s breath hitched. His eyes widened.

A rusted, jagged blade erupted from his chest, glistening red.

Guest 666 stood behind him, he hollow face twisted into a grotesque smile, his fingers digging into Builderman’s shoulders as it twisted the blade deeper. Blood bubbled from Builderman’s lips as he choked, his legs buckling beneath him.

"R-RUN…" he gurgled, his hand reaching weakly for Shedletsky.

Guest 666 yanked the blade free, and Builderman collapsed, his body convulsing as dark crimson pooled beneath him. His fingers twitched once—then stilled.

Shedletsky’s blood turned to ice.

Guest 666 stepped over the corpse, its bone-white fingers flexing, its grin widening.

With a roar of fury, Shedletsky snatched the banhammer from the ground and slammed it into the guest’s skull. The impact sent cracks spiderwebbing through its face, but it only laughed—a wet, gurgling sound.

The jetpack roared back to life.

Shedletsky didn’t look back as he took off into the blood-red sky, the screams of the damned echoing beneath him.

He would make them pay.

Every last one of them.

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Betty: bacon why are we going so deep in the forest? What if we get lost?

Bacon?: don't worry Betty .. we won't get lost my dear .. we just going to spend time together and then return back to our group. I know a very good place...

Betty: okay bacon whatever you say..

"Bacon" and Betty went even deeper and then "bacon" suddenly stopped)

Bacon?: yk Betty? Isn't a buetiful sunny day and sometimes good things has come to end ..

Betty: what? Why are you saying this bacon?

Bacon?: bacon is dead ... And you will be too ..

( As 1x1x1x1 sudennly revealed it was it ... Betty ran in fear but problem was she didn't know a way out of there ... 1x1x1x1 has lead her very deep.. 1x1x1x1 kept chasing her )

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( and idk why.. but i made this little animation i am planning to make better)

( Guest 666 was sneaking up on 1x1x1x1... But 1x1x1x1 sudennly turned and pushed him away)

1x1x1x1: again? Are you trying to kill me again? ...

Guest 666: ... ..

1x1x1x1: you don't have to say anything guest.. i already know... You are funny your attempts ARE NOTHING... So.. why keep trying and knowing you would fail?

( Your character witnesses this .. what your reaction? And what do you do? )

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The sun bright, the breeze passing by my face as I sat on the docks,

I was looking around the beach till I saw an individual,

An individual wearing a grey t-shirt, and a builder’s club hat,

They were wielding a hammer and attempting to build a giant castle on the sand,

They were failing pretty miserably with how often the sand came crashing down,

I sighed into the breeze of the wind, before standing up and walking over to them,

I asked the person for their name, they bonked me on the head with the hammer, Ow.

They later told me it was Rye, Rye Astre.

What a nice name I thought, I asked them if they hang out sometime,

He looked at me like I said something I shouldn’t have,

He slowly nodded, lifting up his night-vision goggles and tightening his ponytail to prevent it from becoming loose.

I sighed in the wind as I looked at him,

I asked him what he did on a daily basis,

He told me building, or doing blueprint work.

He told me how he found building fun, he often was contracted to work on major buildings in Robloxia.

It was cool knowing he is one of the great builders from Robloxia, but not much of a builder when he's met with sand.

We slowly began walking off the beach towards a part of Robloxia, mainly known for the areas’ high impact on Robloxia’s trade,

He told me he also worked on robots, I found that cool at the time,

I put my hand on his builder’s hat, tilting it because the hard hat looked like it was about to fall off,

We later arrived at a bank, where he told me everything about how the building was made, and its built-in security measures. He sure knew a lot about one building.

I questioned him with this information, I asked if he was plotting something on this particular bank,

He told me builders are supplied with this information to know exactly what to build,

I shrugged it off, not thinking anything of what it could lead to if information got out.

He handed me a drink, labeled “Bloxy Cola”

I never heard of this brand, as I read the contents and looked up information online with my phone, the company was started 1 year prior to where I am now,

I asked him how he knew this brand existed,

He shrugged, he said he just found a box of Bloxy Colas in a grocery store, and thought the drinks tasted amazing.

I later asked for his phone number so we can meet up again sometime tomorrow,

He told me he didn’t have a phone, he had serious grudges against phone companies in Robloxia.

I didn’t question why, I just thought he just had a poor experience with a phone.

I walked home, seeing him enter an office-styled building,

It was probably his job there,

He probably worked half-time on building.

If only I knew.

Days later, we met up again and walked to a nearby skatepark,

I told him to try out skateboarding,

He wasn’t exactly good at it,

It was like he only knew building,

That was fine, I could teach him I thought.

He denied wanting to learn about how to skateboard,

I asked him why, he told me when he last skateboarded, he was punched off his skateboard by a random teenager,

which made him suffer a broken leg for awhile, he had finally recovered 2 days before we met.

He wasn’t wealthy either, he couldn’t afford a helmet or kneepads incase he fell,

Building was the only way to finally get pay and he wouldn’t spend that pay on better equipment for skateboarding,

I pulled out my phone, trying to look up what other activities I could try, I only knew skateboarding off the top of my head,

I asked him if he wanted to try “capture the flag”, He nodded,

We set up 2 flags on the beach, one was blue, and one was red,

We started the round, and almost immediately he managed to get my flag,

He ran back while I was trying to stop him from returning the flag to his point.

I failed, we had some decent fun but I looked back at his face, he had one of his eyes glowing blue,

I asked them why his eye was like that,

He stayed silent, staring at me like he was going to maul me.

I just looked back, I didn’t anything of it besides his odd behavior,

I walked home again, he had a growing fascination with blood overtime,

Everyday when I met up with him, he often said horrific things and brought along suspicious bags to wherever we went,

He told me in the bags were building tools to help him build,

When he left me alone with one of the bags, I checked one of them to see a Banhammer, one of the weapons only the admins had in robloxia, I asked Rye about why he had a Banhammer,

He told me it was given to him, I knew damn well he stole it due to the blood on the handle, and slightly burn marks on the head,

Could it be the Banhammer Clockwork wielded before his demise by some… creature the news said?

The next day, I opened my front door to see a package left by Rye, I opened the package to see a weak copy of Building Tools, and a mutilated corpse,

It was horrifying.

I had to confront Rye someday to tell them to quit whatever he’s using to make one of his eyes blue,

I spent the day looking around Robloxia, asking if they ever heard about “Rye”, it seemed like more people knew him than I expected,

they said he took drugs to escape reality ever since he lost me according to him,

They told me he used drugs that made him more violent, and he's reaching a stage that will be hard to come back from.

If I ever wanted him to stop, I would have to intervene.

I contacted Rye via letters and told him to meet me at the crossroads,

When he arrived, I walked up to him,

I got straight to the chase, I told him to quit whatever he was using,

He denied, he said he relied on it,

I kept arguing with him, I told him we wouldn’t be buddies anymore if he kept using that illegal shit,

He slowly transformed, giving him a Halo and Tail, I stared at him before continuing to argue with him once again,

We were done if he didn’t quit,

He denied over and over, making excuses on when he would stop,

I didn’t care what he said, he had to stop,

He stared at me,

He lifted up his arm, and blew a whistle,

I saw 3 robots gather around us, much more corrupted than he was with the weird orb things on the arms and torso.

He then punched me right in the face, my ears ringing from how hard he hit,

I winced from the injury, trying to cover my bloody nose,

He picked me up a few studs off the ground,

He held me up by the throat, trying to choke me,

I repeatedly kicked him to try getting free,

He punched me again, trying to shut me up and prevent further action,

I cried again, trying to still get his grip off my neck.

I yelled at him to let me go,

He didn’t listen.

I managed to break free after a few more attempts of kicking,

I walked away, staring at him with his robots,

He yelled and told me to come back,

I didn’t listen,

I was done with him then and there,

I kept walking, I didn’t turn my head to look back at him,

…

Rye, if you’re there, I’m sorry.

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( and here is gif that i made is it good? )

( picture drawn by me but template taken from pentirest)