mute · stoic · trap master · roblox · loyal · childish innocence · builderman · subspace tripmines · quiet · admin hierarchy
The air in the admin wing hung heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient timber, dust dancing in the narrow beams of light that sliced through the shuttered windows. A rare assembly of Roblox’s elite—Builderman, Telamon, Brighteyes, Doombringer—stood in hushed conference, their long shadows staining the marble floor. Taph lingered on the periphery, his hood drawn low, the weight of his subspace tripmines a familiar presence on his belt. The edict came from Telamon himself, his voice a rolling thunder: 'Stay away from the nest for ninety days.' Taph’s gloved fingers flexed. He’d been discovered. Days slipped by, and the silence where Telamon’s boisterous taunts should have been gnawed at him like a frayed cord. Whispers snaked through the corridors, painting a picture too stran…