Chapter 1: prolouge
Nobody is ever truly special. You’re either a higher level than the rest, like the moderators, or even the best of the best admins! Or you’re just a simple Robloxian trying to live their normal lives.
There was nothing special about Wyatt. He’s a wimp, never stepping out of bounds, and he enjoys it! Life was safe and predictable. almost normal even. Every day was the same. Wake up, eat breakfast, get ready, do errands, go home, get ready for bed, and sleep. What else is there really to do?
9:07 am
The loud cheerful noises of the plaza filled the ears of passersby around the area as vendors sold their goods. Wyatt strolled around, greeting the usual faces he knew. Soon his eye catches the familiar figure of blue hair. Arriving closer, he was greeted by a stand of fruits, run by his dear friend, g1538! A cheerful smile covered his face. ”Hello, Wyatt!” 1538 signs to him from behind the fruit stand, waving to him.
”Morning!” he exclaims, grinning. “Got any fresh apples? Or do I have to settle for pears?” he teases as 1538 sighs.
”Unfortunately, the orchards have been really dry this fall. I am unsure why, I am sorry, Wyatt” His hands moved in a fluid motion as he pointed to the field, his brow furrowing as his shoulders slumped down. Wyatt quickly waved his hands in front of himself. “No, no! You’re fine! Plus, I like pears just as much as apples!” He smiles, gaining a smile back from 1538.
Wyatt looks back up at him, his smile brightening as he feels his face flush slightly, forcing himself to swallow his saliva. “S—so… uhm.. do you.. wanna li-like.. hang out later?” he nervously spoke, putting his weight from one side to another. 1538 gives a simple thumbs up and smile.
Wyatt softly chuckled, his nervousness starting to die down as he looked around the plaza. Around them, Robloxia pulsed with life, children playing, builders showing off new creations, vendors calling out their goods and wares, and sitting at the heart of it all, towered above them all, the statue of the founders, builder man and Erik Cassel, standing guard over town square.
”Well. Anyway.. I think I should get-“ he was cut off by something cold. Slimily wet hitting his cheek. As he reached to go touch it, their ears were met by loud shreaking as the round began to shake. An ear-piercing hum of static splits through the air as thunder crackles through the now darkening sky.
Looking up, he sees it.
a large scar tearing right through the once sunny clouds, the jagged rain of blood like a substance that cried out of the wound that claimed its keep across the heavens, growing bigger with every heartbeat. the rift.
The plaza erupts with chaos. Robloxians are scurrying to find family, friends, shelter, as they come pouring out.. hackers, exploiters, the corrupted ones.. their forms twisted with unnatural features, faces glitched with unreadable pixels, their voices mixed with the screams of innocent voices echoes through the town. descending from the gash in the sky, slaughtering robloxians with exploits and powers that bent the rules of the world itself. some victims vanish into static, leaving nothing but their blood staining the ground. others rose once more, their movements sharp and painful to watch as they ready attacks, the corruption taking over their bodies.
Wyatt’s heart hammers, staggering backwards, tripping over broken wood from the stalls, turning back to G1538, who had been trying to reach out from behind his stall that had caged him in. reaching for his friend, as the fires burn at the now charred fabric of his sweater, Wyatt struggles, now rushing as the loud laughter of an exploiter nears closer. ”Get to roblox HQ..” G1538 sign, stepping back as the area fills with the loud disgusting sound of flesh being cut open as G1538 glitches away, leaving only his sun hat.
For a few minutes, everything slowed down, the blaring screams and crashes of the dying world around him fading into a loud ringing as his eyes focused on the exploiter as he slowly turned to face him. Wyatt’s legs refuse to move as his breathing slowly grows more unsteady as it moves closer.
That’s when he sees it.
a figure.. in the corner of his eyes, standing calmly, staring up at the statue that sat idle, as if the chaos around them didn’t exist.. the figure stood motionless, their facial features hidden by a cloak. Slowly they turned to face him, their eyes meeting Wyatt’s, their skin almost metallic under the red hue of the light from the sky. Something about their stare, so emotionless and blank, made his chest tighten up, they looked so familiar yet so new, as if he should know their name even if they had never met before.
Before Wyatt could speak up, He tried to take a step closer, causing them to run. “W—WAI—T!”He could barely choke out, forcing himself to run after them, stopping at the statue, trying to find where they had when a voice rose behind him, glitched, distorted gurgled messes of voices that overlapped each other as corrupteds circled him around the statue. he staggered backwards, his back hitting the base of the statue. “IM here to help!!” a loud feminine voice shouts out as a motorcycle screeched into the plaza, its tires spitting the ashes around the floor, at it’s helm was a familiar person, taking off her red helmet, long dark brown hair flowing in the wind.. pizza girl.
She runs towards the statue, a long wooden pizza spatula in her hands as she fights off the corrupt, knocking them back. “HEY KID! DON’T JUST STAND THERE, GET TO THE MOTORCYCLE!” she shouts at Wyatt, while he stands there, trembling as he forced himself to start moving again, just barely scraping by to the motorcycle, dodging past the corrupts. Climbing onto the bike as the pizza girl follows after him, jumping on quickly, revving the engine. “Hold on tight, kid!” she orders as the motorcycle roars to life, cutting past the burning streets. All around them, robloxia crumbled. buildings crashed, the streets filled with the screams of innocent robloxians, the corruption spreading like wildfire. While wyatt looked around, clinging to the pizza girl’s back, she kept her eyes forward, carefully maneuvering through the mangled streets that once used to be downtown, driving them to the only refuge left: the hq.
By nightfall the hq stood like a fortress, its door sealed tight. Admins scattered around the open area, shouting orders while moderates helped survivors, patching wounds, moving cargo. Wyatt stood off to the side, sitting close to the pizza girl, rubbing the bandaging that covered his burned arm, wincing at the pressure.
”its gonna be like that for a while. Maybe don’t put pressure on it if you going to wince like that every time..” Pizza girl spoke, looking over at him, putting her hand on his shoulder, but Wyatt barely heard her, his eyes drifting upwards, staring at the ceiling, in the corner of his eye stood the familiar cloaked figure he had seen at the plaza, they walked up to a window, undeniably staring up at the rift. the red light that had spilled across the world like blood, now growing bigger. the world that they all once thought was unshakable was now ending.
Doomsday had come.