(Basically, my first making of a masterlist. I have no idea what I'm doing. Expect this to change if I ever learn Tumblrs post designing to make it look prettier. That if, I don't accidently delete it somehow by trying to change a thing or trying something new out.)
Self-aware! Stickmasterluke who has a taste for fanatical worlds and works; specifically, the high fantasy type. Classic tales of heroes, but usually The Hero, going out of their way to find the McGuffin and slay an ancient evil that terrorizes their world. Reminds him of someone else he knows, and their name consists of math. Besides that, he actually has a pet pegasus back at home. You can come over if you’d like to learn about horse husbandry and even go for a little joyride together on its back too.
Self-aware! Stickmasterluke who, despite having a love for heroes and the heroism, doesn’t really feel like a hero himself. When you’ve lived as long as he has, you become a lot more cynical about things. Being an admin, it’s his duty to protect Robloxia and its people. He’s faced down 1x’s invasions, hackers with a superiority complex, and rogue gods like Noil during his time. There’s not much that can surprise him anymore and with the way their platform is heading, he does not have much hope for the future.
Self-aware! Stickmasterluke who has a disdain for gods that exist in his world. Sure, maybe not for the good ones that help out robloxians in their experience, but certainly for those that are aligned with evil. They think so high of themselves because of their power over their own world, yet they don’t realize just how small they are outside of their comfy bubble. It’s laughable really. As an admin, he sees himself and his fellow peacekeepers as the gods who rule over those gods, with 2x2 being their supreme.
Self-aware! Stickmasterluke who has an appreciation for nature. Yes, that especially goes for its less than savory parts like natural disasters. Which actually inspired him to create the famous classic known as Natural Disaster Survival. Though not much of a gardener, he does wish to preserve it, being resourceful and eco-friendly. Trying his best to conserve energy consumption, recycling or giving away things he doesn't want anymore, and participating in sustainable eating. Other than that, he enjoys bird watching. Taking little trips through places with trees, documenting the avians and, if he’s lucky, collecting their fallen feathers.
Self-aware! Stickmasterluke who has high expectations for One-hit-wonder player. He has been hearing news that Robloxia will fall and die very soon with no date or way to stop it; leaving behind a forgotten and bittersweet legacy. Whether this is true or not, he is willing to do anything and everything to keep his world, his people, and their creations safe. He’s more than willing to help you with whatever you need to get a project out quickly but with quality. His best really comes out when you're making a fantasy experience. He can help out with spell creation, creature designing, mystical realm making, and more. He has a pretty high creative process as nature itself is his best source for inspiration. Speaking of which, when was the last time you’ve went outside?
Well, still a dev, but also known as a admin. Oh well, I'm pretty happy with it. Hoping to post more frequently, but don't wait up for me.
One-hit-wonder player who, despite the name, isn’t limited to just one specialty in game design, nor having created one game that would be their only magnum opus with any others after it barely getting attention. You use your skills to their full potential to create some of the best experiences the site has seen in a long time. Producing and experimenting with different genres and concepts that would make it enjoyable for the catered majority that could come along. Maybe one day, one of your creations will become popular enough to be made into a plushie! Or maybe even be awarded for something and get one of those trophies they give out during certain events.
One-hit-wonder player who has trained in the lost arts of code efficiency. Take the sims 3 for example. An old 3d open world game with life simulation in the background, hidden secrets and many giant worlds and structures in it; yet it can still run on even the poorest of computers. Your coding and the software are just as efficient, using far fewer resources and scripts to achieve the same results, and running significantly faster than Lua standard code. Sometimes, you even have admins coming to watch you code and use different programming languages. They’ll sit in Studio for hours watching scripts run, talking about how few resources everything uses, how clean the structure is, or how it manages larger, detailed and active yet unseen areas without choking. This could be useful for improving the site.
One-hit-wonder player that draws, models and animates in such a way that the artistic design itself tells a story. The shading, fluidity, colors and lighting give more meaning than most words. As the say goes; actions speak louder than words. A talent so vast that a model or painting could be mistaken for photoshop. And no matter how hi-res the models or how complex the animation, your art and animations seem to have minimal impact on how well your game runs. You learned this after having some action developers* get competitive about combat systems and animation fluidity. Now they demand access to the test places for high-speed sparring so they can feel the difference.
One-hit-wonder player who creates such detailed and exquisite worlds, characters and stories that it makes it hard to consider them incomplete. Their depth feels almost lifelike; as if the characters were real people living in your world (which technically they are, just stuck in your screen). Or a world that felt like it always has existed. Able to flesh out just about any of your ideas. It’s nice until someone in your circle gets emotionally attached to the environments and your characters that inhabit it. Even sometimes refusing to leave a test server because it feels “lived-in.”
One-hit-wonder player who knows how to make gamepasses and clothing sell and sell a lot. You actually know how to market just about any product, especially the experience itself, to the general public. This isn't your standard marketing, though. You for some reason just have an instinct for what people will actually pay for and how to present it so the price feels justified. Sometimes even higher than what the range should be before people start complaining. Besides Builderman visiting to praise your marketing strategy, you actually get hacker avatars coming around too when your crunching numbers and the coast is clear. Though, they’re only there to ask and hopefully get advice on how to scam players.
One-hit-wonder player that, despite being seen as so talented, stills get writing and art block from time to time and ends up staying up past midnight to come up with something and doing the first thing that crosses their mind late into the night. Concerning the avatars when you pace the studio or staring at a blank canvas that is the experience. They're not sure whether to help, leave you alone, or annoy you until you at least take a nap. Some leave you notes of encouragement or ideas they had that you could incorporate it. Others like to talk to you on just about anything and see if an idea comes out of it. Either way, you're not getting any alone time when you stay up late stressing, so best get to bed.
Sorry for disappearing. I was getting into other things to practice my creativity. Anyways, I finally got to what I mean by our Player. See any room for improvements or something more to add to it?
Also, I should do developers that aren't also admins. Should I maybe do mygame43? Tze? Another dev of an action or battleground experience y'all enjoy? Or just any, as I'm just using them as an example. I'm open to options as I also go out of my way to actual play those games so I can get a better understanding of it.
Random headcanon - How does the self-aware avatars deal with stress:
When Corporate Greed! Builderman stresses over things like the buildup of paperwork, attending meetings, and managing a company, he treats himself to the finest thing robux can buy him. Be it buying limited items for his various collections, paying designers and modelers for commissioned work, and numerous gamepasses to show off to other players (even if he rarely plays any of the games). Though, there have been times where he does talk to Roblox about his worries, but only when he’s certain that no one will know about their conversation.
When Shedletsky is stressed, which is pretty rare since the guy is quite carefree, he stress-eats. He already eats a bucket of fried chicken a day, but now he truly could rival the average mukbanger. Not only is he eating a whole bucket, but a whole cake, sides meant for a party to share, and just about anything he can get his hands on. Better to destress him fast before he eats someone out of house and home.
When Noob’s stressed, they try to do healthy things to cope. They’ve read loads of self-help books to know what to do. Breathing exercises, writing, communicating, and having some alone time. Admittingly, they mainly choose alone time. Wanting to spend that time reading a book they’ve really been getting into but couldn’t find the time to do so. Especially if they were left off a cliff hanger.
Each of the Guest triplets have their own ways of dealing with stress. Billy likes to draw what’s worrying him. Art has always been a means to express complicated emotions and/or situations the artist is struggling with that words just seem to fail at. Sometimes it's just personal works he keeps hidden in an artbook, but other times he shows them off to you, his siblings or the other avatars. Betty knows it's troublesome to go out looking for fights, purposefully or not. Even if the thing that’s stressing her is a person close by and where she could settle it by punching them in the face. So, as a substitute, she goes back to training. Sure, excessive training can turn into a bad thing, but working out is all about much you can endure before you have to call it quits. Doing strength and cardio exercises. O.G likes to get lost and explore places at the worst time. Like in the middle of the night. Adventuring out into nature in pure darkness to watch the stars and catch bugs. As dangerous as that all is, they always come back fine. Sure, maybe a little dirty from playing in some mud or digging up dirt to find anything of interest, but otherwise they're good.
Bacon and Acorn’s stress habits surprisingly isn’t playing pranks on others or messing with their surroundings; they actually get quiet, which is out of character for them. During those times, they get very physically affectionate. Wanting to stick closely to someone and snuggle under some blankets, preferably with snacks and a movie. But when alone or without the other twin, they deal with their stress differently. Bacon begins humming or straight up singing songs he likes, while Acorn either fidgets with an instrument that she was carrying or composes music on paper if she doesn’t have anything on here.
When John & Jane Doe are stressed, they become very vocal about what’s stressing them and how they feel about it. Of course, talking about one's worries is more than fine and is very healthy for the mind. But, it depends on who you're talking to and what you're saying. And during these times, they become motormouths; accidentally spilling forth secret info that they weren't supposed to. They know not to go telling their problems to strangers, but when their friends are not available and the stress is too high, they go to hang-out experiences and dump their troubles onto strangers that will listen.
When 1x1x1x1 is stressed out, they throw tantrums. Destroying their surroundings, attacking people and cussing up a storm. Becoming a danger both to others and themselves. Though this destructive behavior does calm him down fast, especially if it was someone that made them this mad, he does get too into it and keeps going, even if they’ve long since felt better.
When 007n7 is stressed, he does the most feel-good and euphoric thing any normal person could do – bullying children, with small-scale trolling, scamming, griefing, and general provoking. Yes, he is the type to scam kids out of their valuable pets they spent actual money on and ruin their progress after they’ve gotten so far. It’s fun and all, but short lived as he has to dip before he gets reported and recorded.
And when c00lk1d is stressed, he gets busy in his room. Which is actually the worst thing for everyone else as that's when he begins coding new exploits for his c00lgui and then testing them out on unsuspecting players and even the server as a whole. A lot more troublesome than his creator.
I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so writing takes longer since I want to check for spelling mistakes and see if certain sentences should be longer or shorter.
This is a part one since I do plan on making more post of other self-aware avatars. Any recommendations for who though? (I feel like I've asked this question before...)
Here's more of me playing dress up to show off how some of the self-aware avatars look like. This time, it's the guest triplets.
Here's Billy. The little cutiepie~!:
If you've read the headcanon for triples, you'd know that he's easygoing and likes to use his creative side of the brain. To show off his love for baking and art, I gave him a chef's hat and a paint roller. He only has one apron that he uses when doing his hobbies, but it's his favorite as he wears it around most of the time. Got a little paint on him underneath it, and he also has a Kirby crochet keychain he made himself attached to his apron. Honestly, he doesn't know anything about Kirby and just found it cute but would like to know about the franchise and maybe even play the game (if he could with your help).
Here's Betty, our little delinquent!:
I forgot guest came in two different body types back then. She's more blocky than her siblings which makes her slower but more durable and stronger. She's headstrong and uses the logical side of brain most often. Because she keeps getting to fights, she wears bandages around here body. And has these straps around her body to hold weapons she might need. The scarf she around her neck was made by Billy, which she cherishes greatly and shows it by wearing often.
Back. When she can be visibly armed, she carries an emergency axe:
And finally, O.G. Sweet innocents~:
O.G is kind of creepy because of their... everything. But means no harm. It just that their eyes are kinda... Hyper-realistic? That, and their body is not the usual guest type, but having differences is just the fun of it, right? Also seems to have a strange affinity for bugs. They like 'em and the insects likes them. O.G has a bug collect back at home and even carries them around sometimes. The centipede on their neck is called Noddle and the two roaches on their face and eye (don't worry, O.G doesn't mind) are named Izzy and Fizzy. Aren't they just cute?!
Bonus. Because of their dark clothing, I had to super light it to show the spiders of their shirt:
Self-aware! 007n7 and c00lk1d that are not what you expected. When you first ran into a newly self-aware 007n7 he was every stereotype of a basement-dwelling computer freak from a 90’s cartoon. Greasy hair, sweaty and food-stained clothing, braces wearing, pimple ridden skin and all-round unwashed everything. The perks of living outside the screen and controlling an avatar is that you can only hear and see, so you didn’t smell him coming when meeting. But for your other avatars friends… Eeegghhhh- I’ll just say their reactions were funny. Surprisingly, c00lk1d is a bit neater and actually bathes and washes his clothing. But he still has slobbish tendencies as his creator since he is a technical clone of him.
Self-aware! 007n7 who has the charisma of your average roach; at least with how humans see roaches. His appearance and hygiene problem would have already taken the cake, but his general personality is also in the dumpster. He’s socially awkward yet cocky and disrespectful. Which- I suppose is a type of social awkwardness, considering that he does get haughty at the worst time. 7n7 can’t help himself when insulting others and mocking a player that just wants to have fun, laughing hysterically when they insult him back, because he knows there’s nothing they can do when he’s in control of a game. c00lk1d is better at communicating and keeping it together than his creator, but not by a long shot. And when he’s messing with someone, it’s in a snarkier and more downlow sort of way.
Self-aware! 007n7 and c00lk1d that relies on you for just about everything. That’s not to say that they’re lazy coach potatoes who would rather have someone at their back and call, taking care of their every need (even though they totally do want that). When you're a hacker, especially a bad one, you become an outlaw and have to deal with admins trying to find you and send you to the banlands. And when you’re in that kind of situation, you need to be sneaky and build connections so you can have a better chance of living. But like I said before, these two can’t control themselves when they have an opportunity to mess and belittle others, so please help them. They can teach you how to hack with the c00lgui as payment.
Self-aware! 007n7 and c00lk1d who will take advantage of your kindness if you don’t say no to them from time to time. They are in every sense of the word, manchildren. Wanting and demanding more than they should and giving excuses when you question. “﴾𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇﴿, can you clean my room, please? Oh! And if you see something that needs to be washed, could you also do the laundry as well? Thx!” “While you’re at it, mine’s next door.” “﴾𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇﴿, my back hurts, can you massage me, please. Also, could you make lunch too since I’m hurting? You can order pizza from your card if you don’t feel like cooking either.” “I was gonna ask if anyone was up for pizza, but since ﴾𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇﴿'s ordering, can you get sides and a dessert? Maybe drinks as well too, thanks!” And when you do tell them no, they become crybabies and try to guilt trip you. “What?! What do you mean ‘no’?!? Don’t you remember that we’re hackers – outlaws!? You want us to be caught by an admin, right? You’re our only support. Don’t abandon us, please!” “We would be nothing without you, you know…”
Self-aware! 007n7 and c00lk1d that can’t help but feel both terrified and rhapsodic when they find out their caregiv- I mean, best friend, is a one-hit-wonder. On one hand, that means they can get anything they want now since you got to be getting rich with all those robux people give you… Right? No more digging through trash cans for food and supplies; you can just buy them whatever they need and want at a moment's notice. But on the other hand, that means you’re surrounded and talked to by loads of people; fellow devs and admins especially. Added with the fact that they now can’t help but brag about you to unsuspecting robloxians. They could get caught and sent to the banlands again. And they don’t want another meet up with 1x4 again. It’s high risk, high reward being with you. Perhaps you could bargain with the others for their limited freedom? Please, ﴾𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇﴿!!!
Hey guys, I'm back. Things are still kinda bad but their getting better. I might start rapid firing post during this time, maybe. So, sorry for if someone get bombarded with posts from me. On the plus side, I might give an update of these two in a future post and that could go for my other characters.
Hey guys, I know I don't have a large following to say this, but I guess I'm already going on break again. Things are getting stressful at home right now. I will still hopefully be writing during this time, but posts are going to be slower since the stress is messing with my creative process. I wish I didn't need to make this as I just said that I hoped to get into posting lots again soon. But things are unpredictable as of now. I will notice y'all down below in any one of my AU writings if things gotten better. This feels very embarrassing to make as I'm just somewhat venting to the void but just writing how I feel isn't enough; I want someone to read it.
To compensate for not writing to much, here's what Corporate Greed! Builderman looks like:
Made him look similar to Builderman from Save Robloxia. Sadly, I think the game has been deleted or discontinued, because I can't find it to play. I just go by reading its wiki.
Not to sound like those types of art people but I tried to make his design have meaning other than looking unique. I made him to look more human just like what they're doing with rthro avatars and to symbolize his loss of whimsy and wanting more realism. Of course, rthro look gross, so I used the other 2.0 (I think?) body that has actual fingers. Even more so with his clothing; all black and with a brand on it. His shoes are UGC which, admittedly, it has it uses and I kinda like it. Found a little thinking of robux accessory which I had to add. And a banhammer but all in all nothing much.
Extra, with his Hammer of Shimmering Light:
Note: You don't have to use this design when thinking of Builderman when reading my AU. I'm just messing around and dressing up, so you can picture him as any type of other Builderman.
Self-aware! 1x1x1x1 who is probably the most mean-spirited, sailor-mouthed, bloodthirsty robloxian you’ve ever met. Your first encounter with this individual didn’t go so well, but that was to be expected. Though, it was probably and most likely your bad introduction via taking an invitation from Shedletsky to come to the banlands with him as he said he was going to visit a very important person in his life. Confused but not wanting to seem rude for turn him down, and also a bit of curiosity for how the banlands look, you agreed. Needless to say, you had to work even harder for 1x’s trust after confirming affiliation with Shedletsky.
Self-aware! 1x1x1x1 who has a lot of pent-up anger and disdain towards Robloxia, his father/brother/creator/whatever you headcanon, and generally just the state of everything going on with Roblox. A misanthrope, preferring to stay in the banlands and isolated inside his castle. Being outside often leads them venting their endless rage onto everyone and everything that gets in his way. So, if you ever want to go out and play games with this little block of malice, be sure to keep them on a short leash.
Self-aware! 1x1x1x1 who deeply enjoys the one thing he’s most known for; hacking. Well- that, and violence. If you plan on making them join you in an experience, it better be about sword fighting, fist fighting, maybe even shooting. Though anything competitive does seem enjoyable for them as well. Sadly, the same can’t be said for everyone else. When 1x wins, he makes sure everybody knows that, even if that someone wasn’t there to begin with; rubbing it into all the losers faces. But if 1x loses… Uh… Well, it’s mainly lots of exploiting, property destruction, terrorizing players and somehow bypassing chat to yell swears while they rant incomprehensibly.
Self-aware! 1x1x1x1 who is a total dorodere mixed with a yandere for you after your patience finally pays off and you get on their good side. At first, it starts small, with 1x4 actually trying to be sweet with you. They feel like they don’t know how, having been exiled to the badlands, but he does copy what Shedletsky did for him. Trying out different types of affection like using words, being physical, and giving you gifts. But true to his nature, it inevitably will be twisted in a way. Their words take a disturbing tone when complimenting, a radiant of malice when others are around you, or a need to humiliate your opponent when you lose at a game. These are just some examples. They don’t kill out right or plan it at first like a typical yandere, preferring to bully and mortify the other person, but it can gradually get to that point should he feel like they are losing you.
Self-aware! 1x1x1x1 who does have a hobby other than being a petty bitch. They actually have a garden he tends to for relaxation. Added that the garden is filled with poisonous mushrooms, flowers, and berries but other than that it’s quite beautiful. In the beginning, it started as just something they would need to do if he planned on making various poison potions to use against enemies in battle. And then it turned into a culinary need as well, since 1x4 delights in eating poisoned treats and venomous animal meat. Nowadays, he actually enjoys tending to the plants and monitoring them; trying out something new with them in the soil or in a dish. They’ll let you come over to see the little garden they made, but don’t you ever tell the others that he has peaceful hobbies.
Self-aware! 1x1x1x1 that says they don’t care if you're some one-hit-wonder, your game is probably going to get buried in the algorithm or barely stay relevant anyway. Being a nihilistic little A-hole about everything you try to create. "What are you trying to prove, you know Builderman is just going to use you again, right?" He’d constantly hurl at you, trying to shut you down. Until you tell them that if they keep talking crazy about your project, he’s excluded from being the main villain or having some sort of inclusion in the game. Now they suddenly want to help out. Especially if it's an action or maybe even a horror type experience. 1x4 wants a boss realm just for themself, a weapon named after him, and limiteds for if you do anything seasonal updates. I should note that this “”helping out”” is just 1x “”fixing”” something you made for them because you're getting it wrong and not seeing their vision. Also, expect them to still hack and mess around with your games, even after all your appeasements.
Finally posted the 1x1x1x1 starter headcanon for my AU. I wonder who I should do next? I'm taking suggestions. Maybe 0007n7 and c00lKidd...? Hopefully I can pump more out very soon.
Sorry about not writing as much as I used to. Got writers block and no inbox asks yet. I'm working on 1X1X1X1 as of now. In the meantime, I've been dressing up my robloxian for fun, but I could also use it as a visualizer to what some of the Self-aware avatars look like.
Considering that most agree with the reader being a cursor, here's what we look like in robloxian form. But of course, it's suitable to change as our avatars are customizable. And this isn't really canon for the AU; just me having fun and posting something to confirm that I'm still alive. Living up from the chat with Noob, reader is overdressed in a way to stand out to other robloxians.
Hoodie/Very casual:
Back:
Sweater I found and really liked:
Back, again:
I don't know how to post pictures of on this site, it looks weird on my end, and I don't know if that is normal. I want to have multiple pictures side by side, but they all go to the bottom of each other. If anyone could tell me how to do it, that would be helpful.
When I'm done with 1x1x1x1, do anyone want a headcanon for our one-hit-wonder Y/N? I feel like people are confused on what I mean and what we are? I was hoping someone would ask, but no one did.
An introduction to how it all started (Self-aware AU). Casting: Builderman, Shedletsky (he does nothing yet), Roblox (mentioned a lot), and Player at the end.
Genre: A little bit of horror (I think) and humor.
At first, there was darkness. But then-
Light.
“Huh…?” Builderman gasped, startling awake from his nap; his eyes were heavy, and a thin line of drool dripped from his mouth. “Did I fall asleep at my desk again?" he thought. This hasn't been the first time something like this has happened. As the president of Robloxia it’s only understandable, being such an important figure. It’s just… Whenever he gets caught dozing on the job, Roblox, his created assistant, would always be there to wake him up and tell him that he should go home to rest comfortably. And considering that Roblox has eyes everywhere, he always knows when and where he sleeps. So, why did he wake up on his own? It felt like he slept for hours in a deep rest rather than the short naps he usually takes. And what’s up with all this light in his office? It’s moving.
….
WAIT, THE LIGHT IS MOVING?!?
The quick connection he made in his groggy, half-awake mind sent him jumping from his seat and landing on the floor. He groaned and winced, clutching his side after having grazed his desk during the fall. “Ugh- ####!” Builderman cursed. All this was enough to get him fully awake now. Still blurry, he rubbed his eyes while taking slow and steady breaths of air to keep himself calm. When his eyes finally adjusted, he took in what the light surrounding him was. It was everywhere. On the floor, the roof, the windows, his couch… It was like it was taking root inside his office.
Speaking of root, it looked just like that. Roots you’d expect from plants to help pull nutrients that are deeper in the soil into themselves. And its lighting was the color of a blinding white. But on closer notice, Builderman could see it was slightly transparent. Though hard to see, squinting his eyes, he noticed how the cells inside it shift through every hue of the rainbow. The artistic like pattern the light made, combined with its eternal-like radiants was almost breathtaking if it wasn’t for its strange invasion inside his workplace.
“What the…” He didn’t even finish his sentence. Too busy staring at this unexpected phenomenon in awe. Slowly, he began to pick himself up, his survival instincts steadily kicking in, realizing that he probably shouldn’t be in a room with alien plant life that is taking over. But when he glanced down at himself, he saw that some of the vines had grown – On. His. Body. While he slept. Builderman sharply shot up again, alarmed he didn’t notice it sooner. “[content deleted]!!!” “He screamed incomprehensibly, his chat bubble having automatically deleted what he actually said. He stumbles on his legs, touching all over his body; feeling if this questionable flora was making any changes to him. Yet he found nothing while examining himself. But he did feel something.
Warm. Not the kind of uncomfortable warmth one might feel when they're sick, but like a warm blanket he sometimes would sense in his dreams whenever Shedletsky would put one on top of him after catching him napping. But the gentle radiant heat of the vine wasn’t the only thing he was feeling. For some reason, he felt oddly relaxed. Almost serene, with a light touch of contentment. His panicness dying down unnaturally fast. It felt good. Everything about it. It was almost too good, he thought. Too good…
Builderman caught himself before he could bask in the sensation. “It’s… making me feel things.” He muttered. These vines on his body were controlling his emotions, but only slightly. Luckily, he gained a hold of himself before he could fall deeper into this… things—mind control. He began to violently tear whatever this creature was from his body. What sort of alien parasite was this? Where did it come from? How did it go unnoticed coming into the building?!? These questions ran through his head as he continued pulling clumps of the organism off himself. When he finally pulled as much of it as he could, his hand and a bit of his body was covered in that rainbow stuff that was inside it. “Is this its blood?” Builderman questioned himself, somewhat shocked at the thought. But he can’t be feeling bad about it now; he needs to get out of here, quickly.
He runs out of the room. Thankfully, this creature seems rather weak, so he was able to open his office door, which the roots were gradually covering, without much hassle. Though, he couldn’t avoid stepping on the puddle it made after being pulled off. “Ugh…” He shivered. He had to go warn his employees about the invasion that’s happening. Carefully, he speedily walks downstairs and into the workspace room below from his office. It was dark. His eyes slightly adjust to the darkness, the stuff on his body acting like an improv glowstick. All the computers and lights were off. The cubicles his employees worked in were empty. Even at this time of night, there were people here working. “Where is everyone?” Buildman pondered. He was getting a little spooked out at the sudden emptiness of his company. Were they in trouble? Did he really sleep through a probable attack like an old man?!? He needed to find someone, now!
Buildman rushes through the hallways and corners of what feels like an endless maze. He looked inside cubicles and under desks to see if anyone was hiding, but he found nothing. He almost gave up his search until he accidentally bumped into something from turning another corner. “AHH-!” He yelped, falling on his bottom. "W-What—Who…" Builderman stammered, his heart pounding with adrenaline as he looked up to see what he bumped into.
It’s Shedletsky!
But he’s just standing here with that dopey smile on his face and chicken in hand. He didn't move; he didn't blink. Hell, he didn't even react in the slightest after Builderman collided with him. It was like he was frozen in time. “Shed- Shedletsky… Are you okay? What happened?“ Builderman questioned but, of course, got no reply. His fellow admin was just standing there, staring off into space. “Shed, speak to me!” Builderman demanded. His fear was rising, and he desperately wanted answers. He shook his friend hard with both hands, but still nothing. He had forgotten about the alien blood that was coated on his hands and now has gotten some on Shed’s shoulders. “Ah- I'm so sorry!!” Builderman apologized, immediately trying to brush off the iridescent liquid off of him, but it only made it worse. Scowling at himself, he looked down at his palms. If he wanted to get out of here, he would have to clean himself up to try and not get others possibly contaminated. But how though? His private restroom was in his now tainted room, and there’s no way he’s going back in there. His only choice was using the sink in the employee's one—ugh… Well, not like he got a choice. Where’s the bathroom in this place again?
…..
After a bit more wandering, Builderman managed to find a bathroom. He cleaned himself off the best he could, but that would require new clothes and a shower. During that time nothing much happened. All he could think was where Roblox must be. Did he go rogue? Was this his doing? No, it can’t be. Roblox was made with absolute loyalty to him, but why didn’t he warn anyone? Did… the roots do something to him…? Builderman sighed; best not to think about that. Having finished getting himself together, he quickly made his way out the building.
It was quiet outside. Nothing unsurprising when it’s nighttime, but this time, it was uncanny. The moon was bright, yet it didn’t make him feel any safer. Considering that his car keys were in his office, Builderman knew he would have to walk back home. But abandon his friend who needed help? He grumbles, feeling both hopeless and ashamed. But before he could get to walking home, he heard a loud—CREEEAAAAKKK—from behind the building. Builderman froze. “What was that?” He said in a hushed tone. As the admin and guardian of Robloxia, he should investigate suspicious activity and noises in case trouble was brewing or someone was hurt. Yet part of his brain told him that getting the hell out of here was the only reasonable answer.
Taking a deep, deep breath, Builderman steadied his nerves and made his way towards the noise. He summons his ban hammer before he turns the corner; he can’t be too careless in a time like this. But before he could fully reach the back, he saw the light again. And it was glowing much brighter, as though the backlights were turned on. Fully making his way behind the company, he saw those same roots from his office, and it had exposed where it came from and how it got in. It entered through the air vent, apparently. The whole thing is blocked! But that's not important now. The roots left a trail of itself from where it came, stretching across the plains. As bad as he just wants to leave and forget about everything that has happened, again, it is his job to find and eliminate threats.
So, he follows it. Since the company he built is kinda a grassy middle of nowhere, there aren't any trees for the roots to lose itself in and cover its tracks. Not that it could with the way it glowed. But that also meant he couldn't hide from any approaching threat that could come. Luckily, nothing appeared during the trip and it was quite short too, about a five-minute walk. When he reached the destination, he found a teleporter covered with the roots. “A teleporter? Out here?!” Builderman thought. But the big question hit him just as quickly. Did the roots teleport itself here? It made no sense, but that's what it looked like and was the only explanation he had. Builderman fidget with himself. “Great- just my luck. Woke up to whatever this stuff is in my room; all my employees are gone or in danger, and now I got to explore the unknown all by myself.” He scowled, looking the teleporter up and down before sighing. “If I survive this, then pizza parties for the company for a whole week.” He then stepped on the teleportation platform, trying not to graze the bright plant that was wrapping itself around it. The machine activates, and he is immediately gone.
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When his vision returns, he finds himself in a forest. Well… calling it a forest would be generous. It was a small experience with a couple trees placed randomly around the map, but there was one that obviously stood out. A large, white tree sitting in the middle. It wasn’t a blinding and illuminating white like its roots but a striking ivory for its bark. Each individual leaf attached to its twig was a different single brilliant color of the spectrum. And vines, actual vines, hanging from it that were dark as ebony black. It was… Pulchritude. Like standing in front of a piece of fine art at a historical museum. It looked comically out of place in its simple woods. “Whoa…” was the only thing Builderman could say. He walked up to it, going around it to admire it from every angle. So much detail; even in the veins of the leaves. It took some strength from Builderman to not touch the tree or anything on it. This was the main source those roots were coming from. If getting touched by it could alter his emotions and possibly brainwash him, then what would touching the primary origin of it do to him?
He should destroy it. Forget trying to contain it and study it; this thing is unpredictable. It obviously had intentions of doing something and probably has a level of sentience just by making a beeline to his company instead of covering territory like a regular plant would do. Sure, it hasn’t done much yet, but it will do something in the future; that’s for certain. Builderman raises his hammer, but he doesn’t swing at it. Something is holding him back. Hitting this… this creature! It felt wrong. Almost like he was about to hit his own mother, even though he never had one. He tried to shake the feeling away and prepare himself to strike, but he just- he just couldn’t. His hands were shaking and getting sweaty; his hammer almost slipping out of his grip.
He releases it willingly from his palms. It lands with a heavy -THUD-, like a boulder hitting the ground. “Oh! Uugghh—my back…” Builderman moaned, putting both his hands behind him, massaging the sore spot. Though he hated to admit it, but he was getting old. He can’t carry and swing his hammer like he used to. Man, carrying that thing around is hard work! And he had only just walked around with it for only a bit. Builderman sighs, disappointed with himself. He fears he has gotten soft, weak, and dependent. He usually had one of his other admins do the banning now, since he was mostly stuck in his office, drowning in endless paperwork. Maybe he should go on another vacation…?
“Ugh- now is not the time.” He snapped out of his thoughts. He eyed the tree again; damn, it was mesmerizing. But also so volatile in a way. What is he to do now that he managed to hurt himself and not get even a single hit in? Considering that his admins are out of action because of it, he really needed to think this through and fast.
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Hmmm… seems his next best option was to get in contact with the developer and have them delete this thing before it's too late. That's the only way. It's their experience, so they have the power to do so. His only hope now is that this wasn't a planned malicious attack on the site by someone who's obviously not going to listen to him. But who are they? Builderman opens his command controls and summons his holographic G.U.I, then begins scanning the world. It doesn't take long considering that HQ admins have more advanced equipment for this kind of thing than admins of personal experiences.
[#######] by ﴾𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇﴿ and with a picture of your avatar beside it. Ah ha! There's his culprit. And they seem to be online too, at this late at night. Usually the hackers and scammers are up at this kind of hour, so he best get moving now and give them a little surprise to show that no matter the time, he and the other admins are always up to deal justice. Builderman uses his command controls again to teleport himself to his target's location and wishes himself the best before being teleported off.
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When Builderman's vision corrects after his transportation, he finds himself in a world of… keys? Keyboards to be exact. "Eeee—what the…” He muttered to himself with an arched eyebrow as he slowly took in this new experience. His tone suggested a slight bit of disappointment; is this really what the kids are into these days?! He can't help but sigh as he watches a few run past him at high speeds and some running on treadmills in packs of… five??? He scratches his head; something about this was overstimulating his old mind and giving him a headache. But just before he could get himself together, he hears someone right behind him.
“Man, this copycat keyboard run game is boring ahh hell.”
Builderman speedily turned around, startled by the voice behind him, only to behold who it was that said that so close to his ear. It was his suspect, ﴾𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇﴿! And they're so… casual? Not like the egotism that usually comes when meeting a hacker? Before he could get a word out, you're already speaking to him… at least somewhat anyways. “Hey, you look like Builderman! Nice.” You complemented. “From which game are you cosplaying as him, though? And what's with the checkmark?” You asked. Yet, all Builderman could do was stare until he uttered a single word.
“﴾𝒫﴿- ﴾𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇﴿?”
Not gonna lie, I'm a little unhappy with this but I guess that just the default when you're a creator. Either way, take this mid ass story. See y'all in a while again. I don't got much to say, honestly.
[Noob]: Hello creator. You left me a message that you needed me for something. What is it that you want?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Message? (You pause for a second before remembering.) Ooooh- right… Um- this is a little embarrassing to ask, but can you fill me in on Robloxian culture, please?
[Noob]: Of course! Anything in particular that you wanted to know about, or just in general? Though, before you answer, and hope I’m not prying into anything personal, but what made you so interested in wanting to know more about our culture.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Well… I had a small talk with Builderman some days ago and he brought up about how Robloxian’s have a bias for how wealthy someone is. Knowing him, I thought that was just his personal thoughts slipping through, but… Is it true?
[Noob]: (They nod.) Yes, it is quite true. Even before our world started going through questionable changes. Though, if I had to admit, it is just the primal response to knowing that someone has a lot of resources and wanting, wishing for anyway to get close to it. Our world is almost a reflection of yours, no?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: No, no, you're right. I already, kinda, knew this. I just wanted to know more about y’all.
[Noob]: Oh, my apologies. I got ahead of myself again. What was it that you wanted to know?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Just… anything, I guess. Sorry, I know nothing so I got nothing specific in mind. Maybe just start off with a fun fact.
[Noob]: Okay. Well, fun fact, one of the common ways to show that you have money, strangely enough, is having hair. This is why many young robloxians, despite 90% of us being born bald, always get wigs that fit their style.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Wait, everyone's bald?
[Noob]: (They nod again.) Mhm! The majority of robloxians are born bald, with only the 10% of robloxian people being born with hair. They are often considered very lucky; born with a desirable trait
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Then, what about Bacons? Did a group of robloxian's just decided that they're all going to wear the same wigs or something and it took off? They're so common...
[Noob]: No. Bacons, Guests, and Noobs, like me, are sub-species of Robloxian's. Bacons and the two out of three types of Guests are part of that 10%. Though seen as lucky for their natural hair; sadly, Guests are nearly extinct and Bacons… Well, I don’t want to stereotype, but most are troublesome. Their behavior repels others.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Ah… Fair enough. But hair? Really?! What about clothing?
[Noob]: Clothing does play a part too, but it’s still mostly headwear. Have you seen the prices for limited and iconic hats like the Builders Club Hard Hats? Dominus’s? Domino Crown’s? Some of them can go up to the hundred thousands and even millions of robux.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Okay, but why hats though?
[Noob]: (Noob awkwardly giggles and scratches the back of their head.) Uh… How do I put this? Many of us Robloxian’s feel invisible without something on our heads. To feel seen, we use hair and hats to cover our dull yet extremely common baldness. Sure, wearing just wigs is fine, but having the right hair has this strange effect of increasing attractiveness when worn with a fitting hat. This phenomenon has caused us to try everything and anything as a hat. No matter how strange it is.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Whoa!! That’s… actually kinda cute.
[Noob]: Cute!?! (Noob blushes.) Oh- Uh… Yes, I suppose. Well, there's your answer, creator. Is there anything else you might like to know?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Nope. Thank you, [Noob]. I guess I should be going now. Builderman probably expects to see me in a new style whenever we see each other again. If you need me, I’ll be browsing the marketplace for a while.
[Noob]: W-wait! Before you go, can I ask of one thing, please?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Sure. What is it?
[Noob]: Uh… Think you get me a hat when you’re there? My head feels a little chilly…
Another one! The fic is done but since I already posted a Builderman thing and he is literally the main focus in it, I am maliciously delaying it. Can't spoil y'all with Corporate Greed! Builderman everyday now ;)
Question though. Should I add the Robloxian and human tag to this and the pervious one since this also acts as a headcanon for if a human visited Robloxia somehow?
Your friend [Builderman✔] has joined the experience.
[Builderman✔]: Hello friend! How are you? Need any help with anything?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Oh- hi Builderman! Nah. This is a hangout game, so there's nothing I need help with.
[Builderman✔]: Nice. Hm… (Builderman looks around) Lot of interesting players around here. Why aren't you talking with them?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: ....Uh…. ((Oh man, how am I going to tell him that the new chat update made it, so I rarely get to talk with people. I rely on him and the other avatars to play games that require chatting. Should I lie?)) I- guess I'm just not cool enough to make new friends. I don't know what other people like.
[Builderman✔]: Well, you can't please them all. Hahaha! But I'll let you in on a little bit of Robloxia culture. (Builderman winks.) We robloxians have a bias toward how rich someone is.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Wait, for real!?
[Builderman✔]: Hahaha, yes! Since we robloxians can change our bodies and skin color anytime, we don't really have racism here, yet we still find ways to separate others. I guess that's just nature for any sentient life, hahaha!
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: ....
[Builderman✔]: Haaaa~ Anyway, we go by a more class or monetary prejudice. The more money you have, the better you are treated. And to show others that you have money, you get expensive clothing and gamepasses. Like that player over there. (He points to the one that's dressed as a knight and surrounded by other players.) Check their avatar.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: (You do just as he says. Scrolling through what they're wearing, you find the sword on their back cost 150,000 robux.) WHOA!!!
[Builderman✔]: Yep, hahaha! Of course, most people wouldn't realize that until they checked them out. So making an attention grabbing outfit is key. Would you like a sword just like that, [Player]?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: What?! Like, right now???
[Builderman✔]: Sure. I can get you the same one as that or a different one, if you'd like? All I ask is for you to continue supporting my future endeavors.
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: ...Eh- it's not really my style, honestly.
[Builderman✔]: Then how about I give you a stipend of robux for this week? Let's say… 10k as of now? Should be enough for you to try out different aesthetics and see what you like. I'm sure you still have roblox plus to get discounts, yeah?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: Yes… *sigh* Fine. I'll take the money and go to the marketplace sometime soon.
[Builderman✔]: Good! I will have Roblox to transfer the money to you shortly. (He nods) Well, I should be going now. But before I do, do you want me to get you some gampasses for this experience?
[𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇]: ...Yeah.
[Builderman✔]: Good [Player].
More Corporate Greed! Builderman coming your way! This is also a bit of a headcanon of mine if a human ever dropped in Robloxia. I don't know what I was doing making this. Just trying something new. Fic is coming along nicely. Might post it tonight.
Self-aware! Bacon and Acorn default avatars that were supposed to be your throwaway account after you were asked (read: begged) by some of the self-aware hacker accounts to come exploit games with them. They said they'll even teach you how. At the start, you only had Bacon, but after accidentally becoming aware of his surroundings, he would later create another account and sister, Acorn. Together, they shall cause double trouble and minor inconveniences across any and every experience they join!
Self-aware! Bacon and Acorn, who act like they’re twins, despite being “born” days apart. Both are childish, inattentive, hyper and unpredictable; having an appetite for causing chaos and mischief everywhere they go. You can bet that whenever you hear something break or get a complaint from one, but usually many, other self-aware avatars about something, the culprit is either one of them or both of them. You would say that they mean well and just want to have fun, but they can’t stop insulting others by accident (and sometimes on purpose), pulling pranks and destroying property from their carelessness. Sometimes they don't mean it, other times they do.
Self-aware! Bacon and Acorn who, in spite of having a reckless attitude to the danger they cause constantly, are very quick to become cowardly when their actions come back to bite them and the consequences aren’t, at most, a slap on the wrist. Swiftly running behind you, and mainly you, to protect them from whatever or whoever that will punish them for their behavior. Obviously, admins are last on their list of trolling. Certain ones would probably put them in the time out corner, depending on what they did, but all of them have a job to moderate others, so punishment varies greatly. The admins like to scare the two with scary stories about a certain someone and what it’s like in the banlands.
Self-aware! Bacon and Acorn, who are surprisingly talented when caught unguarded or unexpectedly. They are quite virtuoso and with a love for music. Naturally drawn to rhythm and sounds that itches their eardrums in a good way. Bacon shockingly has a great singing voice and pipes. Seriously, you’ve seen him use his voice to sway small animals he finds, and it’s something you haven’t got tired of hearing; added that he’s also a lyrical repository, never having any issues figuring out words for his lyrics. Acorn on the other hand is better with instruments than singing. When playing something, she gains an unusual memory to the certain pitch the instrument produces when she does something to it, then starts playing it like someone who had years of training. Her favorite is the guitar!
Self-aware! Bacon and Acorn, that immediately begin to act like mice that got into a sugar cube box when they heard you were a one-hit-wonder - bouncing all over the place and can't sit still. You make popular games? Can you make us games?? We want an experience too!!! It’s unfair that Noob and the Guests get one. We can be good for, like… a day for it. They too will pester you to make an experience for them, but unlike the Guests, they’re not playfully bothering you. They’re envious, and they want something of their own. Right. Now! Yet, when you snap at them and tell them to help out if they want it so bad, they get flustered. Help out…? Uh… We’re not talented like that. Making games is hard. Ask the other developers to help you create it quicker. We’ll leave you alone- for now.
Might be my last headcanon until I actually get a fic out, but who knows. I honestly felt like doing Roblox (the avatar) up next.
Whoa!!! Thank you, so much. I have a hard time expressing my emotions online and in real life, but I feel so happy I could cry. I hope to make more of corporate Builderman in the future since it's my most popular headcanon.
you are playing with an imaginary toy in an imaginary sandbox. fandom is all about having fun and letting your imagination run wild. canon is only a suggestion, not a rule. how much of canon you will follow, if any, is entirely up to you.
please stop trying to apply rules on hobbies and something that’s supposed to be your comfort place and a form of self-care.
“is it okay if I think this” “is it okay if I imagine that” it’s YOUR little world that you create for yourself and your own enjoyment. you literally do not need strangers’ opinions or permission when it comes to a hobby that doesn’t harm or affect anybody in real life. again, it’s YOUR imagination, YOUR world, YOUR creation. you have all the power and the freedom to:
headcanon whatever you want, however you want
ship whatever you want, however you want
write whatever you want, however you want
draw whatever you want, however you want
create whatever you want, however you want
reject whatever you want, however you want
as long as you’re not harming anybody in real life, how you have fun with fictional characters and your imagination is no one’s business but your own’s.
last but not least: fiction is not, and will never be, a reflection of your real-life moral compass. what you like in fiction does not reflect who you are in real life as a person. kill that cop in your head.
