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Historian cautiously walks down the stairs, the lighting doesn't ease his worry. It looks like something straight up from a horror movie. Or that one endless experience he got stuck in before the disaster hit.
The man feels chills, getting reminded of that hell with yellow walls and lights that constantly make buzzing noises. He curses the admins and their lack of care about glitches. He was able to escape thanks to pure luck and his knowledge about clipping through walls.
- "I don't recommend going to the left. There's a spider nest there, but don't worry, they won't hurt you.... I hope. We never took a stranger down here."
- "So I'm a testing device?"- Historian asks. Builderman chuckles awkwardly, shaking his head.
- "No, No. I wouldn't do that. The Basement is just... A workshop for us."- Builderman says, leading Historian to the left.
Inside the so called Worksop there's already someone sitting and watching cameras. The person's wings slightly twitch and they turn around on a chair. The person is petting one of the bunnies, Clubs to be exact. They look like a stereotypical movie villain, especially with camera monitor behind them.
- "Taph is it really necessary?"- Builderman sighs, but there's fond smile on his face. Historian slightly freezes, looking at the Demolitionist.
- "👋🔨⛑️❗"
- "Hello to you too bud. But why?"
- "😎"
- "Of course.... Well you did great."
- "😄"- Taph smiles under the Bandana. The Demolitionist is happy he's able to put on his clothes for the time of night, because of it being cold. Then Taph looks at Historian, his body language changing.
- "... Hello."- Historian says awkwardly. Builderman notices his tense body language.
- "Are you okay?"
- "Yes. Sorry... I never expected seeing someone wearing a hood too. I'm usually called a weirdo for doing that..."
- "❌❗🫵😎❗"
- "Taph says that you're not a weirdo, but a cool person."
- "O-Oh... Thanks?"
- "👍"
- "Taph, could you leave us to talk. I need to explain some stuff for Historian."
- "👍👍"- Taph stands up, carefully holding the bunny and quickly going upstairs. Builderman's smile drops as he looks at Historian.
- "So. You want answers."
- "Yes. Why is there a dead person sleeping in your living room?"
- "Well, some rumours are true. Like I mentioned before. We do have abilities, each person has different one's, but there's one thing we share. We can respawn after death. But there's a price. We lose a part of ourselves."
- "How...?"- Historian says, shocked. He wouldn't have believed that if he didn't saw Noob back on the couch. Alive.
- "We're guessing it's related to the purgatory."
- "Excuse me what?"
- "Oh. Yeah... Our group was stuck in some kind of pocket dimension for years. Thousands of years. We were forced to take part in death games, there were two sides. Survivors and killers. After death we respawned just to die in another round. Now, whatever captured us before, forced us to work together."
- "Captured?"- Historian says with tilted head. A curiosity and caution in his voice.
- "...We believe there's someone, or something behind it. It took over Robloxia, creating it into their own game."- Builderman says, looking at the table.
- "....You helped it."
- "What?"
- "Based on what you said. It seems like you helped whatever captured you... Using you as a fuel.... The Robloxia is like that because of you accidentally helping your captor, as you call him, it, them or whatever she could be."- Historian slightly raises his voice. His hands curling into fists, shaking.
- "Oh.... I didn't thought about that possibility.... It would make sense... The Captor clearly enjoys suffering."- Builderman says quietly, realisation dawning on him. - "You're a really smart person Historian."
- "And I keep an eye on details. You said you were there for thousands of years. What does that mean."
- "...I...."- Builderman stops, then sighs. He doesn't have a choice. - "I'm one of the first generation admins. The Captor took away my power, once god I'm now a simple mortal."
- "... what?"
- "I am Builderman. One of the creators of Robloxia. Our group... We all are people from the past. That's why we are clueless about this world. Getting set free a few months ago."- Builderman then looks at Historian, trying to read his body language. The man's hands are shaking, but the admin has no idea what is the reason of it.
- "You are from the past.... Literally... And you just..... You are...."- Historian whispers, taking a step back. - "I-I need to go."
The man turns around, ready to quickly leave. Builderman slightly panics, he has no idea what Historian is planning. However the man isn't able to go far. Because a sword stops him from leaving.
- "Not so fast buddy."- Shedletsky says, stepping out of the darkness. He looks at Builderman. - "You just told a random man everything. Real smart Build's."
- "He deserved to know the truth."
- "Alright 'Historian' or whoever you really are underneath this hood. I will respect your privacy, but if we learn you told someone. We will make sure to shut you up."
- "...I wouldn't go down without a fight."- Historian says, summoning his spear.
- "I'm not the type to kill someone. Not anymore, but believe me there is blood on my hands. After all I was once a god too. Besides, as Builder said. We do have killers on our team."- Shedletsky warns, pointing the sword in the direction of Historian. The former admin eyes are glowing red.
- "Shedletsky."- Builderman warns. Historian stays quiet, his mind calculating all possible outcomes.
- "I'm sure that 1x1x1x1 or Jason would love to kill someone after all they enjoy doing it. I would say Noli too, but there's clearly some connection between you two. But I'm sure he would understand."
- "... Wait... 1x1x1x1...."- Historian is taken by surprise at the statement.
- "You heard about them?"- Builderman asks with suspicion and interest.
- "... There's a myth about a... creature of that name. Apparently it caused chaos all over Robloxia, and the old admins... You if you're telling the truth... You did nothing to stop them."
- "#######! We stopped them just in time! And fixed everything. But you... You seem to know a lot of history. It could help us. So how about you stay overnight... Friend. We can talk more tomorrow."- Shedletsky smiles, but it's not a friendly smile. His eyes becoming slightly more red.
- "...Fine"- Historian answers, putting his spear back to the inventory. He knows he has no choice.
- "Okay. We'll get you a room."
- "Builderman, my friend. I don't trust him and I would prefer to keep an eye on him. We can let him stay in our room, and send Matt to Two Time's room."
- ".... What about Two Time?"
- "Taph kidnapped them to his room."- Shedletsky chuckles fondly.
- "Well... Let's have it this way. I apologize if it messes up your plans. But you must understand."- Builderman says, looking at Historian. The man just nods.
Shedletsky leads him and Builderman upstairs. Where they find Pr3ttyprincess sitting on the table, with 007n7 finishing patching her up. When she sees Historian she gasps.
- "We have a guest!!!? You're joining the tea party tomorrow! Princess'es orders!"
- "Uhh...."- Historian makes a confused noise, then looks at 007n7, slightly tilting his head seeing the tired man.
- "... You're stuck with her now. You can't disobey the order of royalty."- 007n7 smiles with pity. Pr3ttyprincess giggles happily despite having an injury on her forehead.
- "And what happened to you?"- Builderman asks with confusion.
- "I fell down the stairs when I learned Noli's back!"
- "...Be careful next time."- Builderman sighs.
- "No promises!"- Princess giggles.
Meanwhile upstairs, a person is laying on the ground, looking at the ceiling.
- "He took some of my ###### hate again. He better returns it tomorrow or else I'll kill him."- 1x1x1x1 speaks up. They're done with Shedletsky for today.
The only answer they get is half laugh, half grumble from John Doe. His corrupted eye staring at the embodiment of hatred.
- "Shut up Doe before I'll slice you up."
John Doe let's out another grumble, before throwing a pillow on 1x1x1x1. The killer sits up, his red eye glowing. They glare at the other killer.
- "What is your problem!?"- 1x1x1x1 slightly raises his voice. John Doe makes a gesture, then pointing at the embodiment of hatred. Making them frown in confusion.
- "The hell you mea-.... Oh... So I can steal back my hatred? Good to know."- 1x4 says to himself, feeling the hate return. John Doe makes a noise, making 1x1x1x1 throw the pillow back at him.
- "No! I won't thank you. Now shut up!"- They say, turning around so their back faces the corrupted man. John Doe just laughs quietly.