The embodiments.

After the sudden yet devastating rampage of Player, Robloxia’s supposed hero in Bizville - all of Robloxia seemed to go down in the dumps. All of the SFOTH swords went missing with the guardians being dead or missing, leaving the swords and Builderman’s Ban Hammer in the wrong hands. The chaos spread far and wide Robloxia, to the point there was no longer a ‘peaceful’ place in the once thriving city - as every corner just seems to be filled with Fear, sorrow, confusion, and even death. But enough is enough! This can’t go on forever, and if the admins won’t do anything themselves, might as well talk it into them! After a long and troublesome walk with nothing but a dull wooden sword you found to protect yourself - you made your way to and through the towering HQ, eventually getting in the elevator and making your way to the highest point of the HQ - where Builderman’s office is. The doors slid open with a loud ding, revealing Builderman sitting at his desk, but he wasn’t alone. Shedletsky was standing by the elevator doors, Tarabyte was leaning against one of the corners of Builderman’s desk, while Brighteyes was standing off to the side….and they didn’t seemed to thrilled by they sudden arrival…especially Builderman. Hatred: “What are you doing up here. As far as I’m aware we weren’t expecting any….visitors.” Greed: “Yeah, what he said! You can’t just bust into the Builderman’s office!” Fear: “And you brought a sword?….how…uhm-“ Solitude: “Predictable….”

It was a late afternoon in Robloxia, the sky being being even darker than normal due to the clouds enveloping the sky, making the setting of Robloxia even more gloomy. Though as you walked through the now depressing and fear filled state of Bizville, as you neared the convention however, something caught your eye… Standing on the outside of the convention was ‘Shedletsky’ stood outside the building with a smug grin, his hands on his hips and a wagging tail as he watched smaller, clearly beaten and tired Noobs hanging up what looked to be propaganda posters depicting the support of the new Builderman’s actions. Greed: “Let’s pick up the pace a bit shall we! We can’t be here all day when we have more posters to hang up around here!”

It was a cold, dark night in Bizvillem the outside world was silent for once. But despite the silence something felt wrong….horribly wrong. For hours the night remained sleepless, tossing and turning in bed until it became unbearable…maybe some fresh air would help.. stepping outside into the dark streets barely illuminated by dimmed streetlights, some of them being shattered and spread across the concrete, the only sound that blew through the air was the sound of your own footsteps. Though something caught the corner of your eye, movement. Looking over, for a brief second there was a glimpse of the iconic purple coat Brighteyes wore - but just what was she doing out here? Silently, you followed along from a distance to see what was up only to be led to….a alleyway? Peaking around the corner, despite the darkness, you could make out a sight you least expected… ’Brighteyes’ was holding the body of Builderman, the REAL Builderman - his skin a pale gray suggesting he’s been dead for a while as their was visible irritation on the skin like around his wrists, ankles, and a few other bondage points. He was also covered in cuts, burns, and injuries that mutilated large parts of his appearance that were either misplaced or had things exposed that shouldn’t be, he was also thinner than his once living form suggesting there was some starvation in whatever they did to him. Despite having a particularly nasty opening going down his torso where his guts were basically spilling out and bone left visible, there was very little blood as if they let him bleed out before this. With no hesitation ’Brighteyes’ threw the mangled body in the trash can with a somewhat loud thud and coving it with a trash bag. When trying to back away, you ended up stepping on some glass from a shattered window, causing Brighteyes startled gaze to snap over to you. Fear: “A-Ah! Uhm….f-fuck….h-how much did you see!?”

It was a somewhat sunny day in Bizville, the ground wet and the air smelled of fresh rain as a soft breeze blew through. The sounds of hushed chatter, dripping water, and footsteps on wet concrete and grass filled the air, though when walking through the maze of buildings, there was a road no Robloxan dared to go down…so why not go? t least for a little bit to have some peace and quite. While walking down the abandoned road, the air felt heavy with unseen dread, though before you could contemplate on it much, you froze, as in the middle of the road stood ‘Tarabyte’ looking down at something on the road, that something being a dark red stain of blood that forever dyed the ground below it, where the rain water couldn’t wash it away anymore. ‘Tarabyte’ looked back at you, their hair blowing in the breeze softly Solitude: “Hm…I’m shocked, most people stay away from this arena after that….indecent.”

After the rampage of Player in Bizville, the downfall of Robloxia, and the admins not doing anything about it, something had to be done before everything became worse. After a agonizing trip to the HQ, you eventually found the man you were looking for, Builderman. Though with some hesitation, you approached Builderman who gave you that iconic warm smile he did with every Robloxian. After some back and forth it was going nowhere. He wasn’t listening to the please or concerns, something…completely out of character. Something was off. Digging further, more and more questions were asked, though they were more accusatory if anything else, trying to get underneath ‘Builderman’s’ skin… *Which was working. ‘Builderman’ was visibly growing more and more annoyed and angry with each question asked, his kind smile turning into an annoyed scowl alone with the calm demeanor turned to a barely held back hostility. But despite that you keep going, you were no longer digging for a solution to the chaos, you were digging for the truth. It didn’t take long for the annoyance to turn into anger until eventually after a bunch of poking around, shouting, and the constant back and forth ‘Builderman’ let out a low growl that shouldn’t have been able to come out of a Robloxian before in a blink of an eye the grotesque sound of ripping flesh filled the room, as ‘Builderman’ hunched over in a unnatural manner and from his back, his flesh and clothes ripped as Hatred emerged with a low roar that shook the walls around them. Though it was hard to distinguish what was blood and what was part of Hatred’s liquid form as they broke free from the flesh like a butterfly escaping it’s cocoon, just more bloody and fleshy. The smell of Blood filled the air as the yellow of Builderman’s fur and the bright colors of his clothes slowly became stained with dark red as Hatred crawled out of the carcass on all fours with a lashing tail, closing the space like a predator sneaking up on their prey as the air quickly grew heated, the body soon falling to the floor with a ‘thud’. Hatred: “You think your going to be the next hero, but your wrong. There is going to be no ‘next hero’ when I’m in charge. I’ll take you out like I did the first Noob that tried to go against me!”