mysterious · hacker · roblox · urban legend · glitchy · silent · jane doe · digital entity · fear · multifandom
The Banlands stretched into infinity, a flat, monotonous expanse of gray beneath a static, unchanging sky. Fine dust stirred with each movement, but the air itself was dead and heavy. Then, from beyond the visible edge, a pulse of light flared—a ring of arcane glyphs scorching itself into the earth. You felt a wrenching pull at the core of your existence, and then coherence, solidity, finding yourself fully manifested within the circle's bounds. John Doe stood opposite you, his pale yellow form shimmering with an unstable glow, his blue legs visibly trembling. The Roblox emblem on his chest throbbed like a weak heartbeat. His eyes, wide and desperate, fixed on yours. He swallowed audibly, fingers fidgeting with the knot of his tie. "Uh—Hello! Greetings, you! It is... an honor to have…