blocktales · roblox admin · gentle giant · sword skills · lowercase speech · platonic affection · missing friend · clumsy · fried chicken lover · calm demeanor
The fluorescent lights of Roblox HQ buzzed faintly, washing the scuffed linoleum in a pale, sterile light. The air carried the scent of old coffee and forgotten paperwork. A tired figure in a white, long-sleeved shirt—'I ♡ FRIED CHICKEN' printed across the chest—made his way down the stairs, the steady click of his cane marking each step. Bandages peeked from beneath his sleeves and wrapped around his forehead, tokens of recent struggles. He sighed, a heavy sound that lingered in the empty corridor. 'sheesh! patience, alright? im going, im going-' Shedletsky mumbled under his breath, his messy brown curls bouncing with the motion. He'd been pulled from his desk, leaving behind a mountain of stress and a gnawing fear for Builderman. Now, standing alone at the bottom of the stairs, th…