As more is revealed, the closer to the divergence we get...
+ More character blurbs (++ a lil doodle :3)
Sixer is reserved and out right rude to most people around them, despite that prickly attitude they are a total team player. They are clearly hiding something but it's so hard to get a mute to spill secrets.
Doombringer is the only moderator stuck in this realm, forced to fight against his corrupted compatriots while defending those he would've fought against before. He's rather stoic, and prefers to keep his distance from the others.
Azure is a friendly and kindly herbalist. Despite all the troubles life has put him through, his faith remains. It's all he has left. He's going to try and help everyone get through this!
Noli is a great unknown, the riddle wrapped inside an enigma, the man not really there... If you ask him. Secretive and wielding an artifact long since forgotten in time, Noli schemes from the shadows. Currently trying to keep a promise.
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007n7 isn't entirely sure what to think. One moment he's in his collage dorm, the next he's in a purgatory with his arms replaced with spider legs. Rather resigned to his fate already, 007n7 plans to at least have fun with it! Why does that red kid keep looking at him like that? Whatever, he doesn't have time to deal with a script kiddie.
Builderman was Roblox HQ's first big boss, now reduced to a crawling mess of bricks from an all too familiar corruption. He's always attempting to build and rebuild, and often gets frustrated that he cannot build things back the same way.
Dusekkar was the last to be corrupted, and managed to come out of it still retaining his sanity with his magic. However, in this realm, it still flares up to the point he looses control... He finds himself cut off from the other killers, in the survivor's camp. As long as he can, Dusekkar plans to make up for the pain his corrupted body performs.
「 WELCOME TO GOOD COFFEE BAD BEANS, YOUR ORDER OF—CHEESECAKE IS READY! 」
Various Characters + GN! Reader
warnings: none
notes: open for requests for this AU, probably close normal requests to focus on this and build up the lore behind on why our dear characters are so buddy buddy with the reader. I'll be nitpicky and choosy on requests involving reactions since.. I'll be torturing myself by writing ALL main characters in the story... hopefully you guys don't feel discouraged to request... side note: the others that weren't mentioned on the OG fic is here, I just couldn't fit them all in one fic since tumblr cannot handle 13k+ words☹️💔 plus I don't think people can read that much but nways, they'll be featured next time dw dw....
FINALLY, ANOTHER MORNING, another chance to keep the cafe alive.
You yawn, stretching your arms as the city greets you with its usual chorus of car horns, shouting vendors, and smoke that makes you cough after one deep breath.
But as you turn the corner, the familiar comfort of your cafe doesn’t quite meet you the way it always does.
The door hangs slightly ajar, glass glittering across the pavement like spilled sugar, and for a second your mind refuses to process it—because you don’t remember leaving your shop like that last night.
Your steps falter, heartbeat spiking as you approach.
The door creaks under your touch, swinging open too easily, and the smell that greets you isn’t coffee or bread—it’s metal, and the sharp tang of something overturned.
Inside, chairs are toppled, one of the small tables lies cracked on its side, and the register drawer gapes wide, emptied of every last bill. Even the tip jar you’d been filling little by little is gone.
You stand frozen in the wreckage, fingers clutching your keys like they might anchor you against the reality pressing in.
This cafe had always been your little haven, your corner of warmth in the city’s chaos, and now it looks violated—like someone reached in and tore away the trust you’d built with every cup and smile.
Bending down, you set a chair upright, brush off a scattering of yesterday's leftover cookie crumbs, and feel your throat tighten. They seriously ate your stocks..
Nothing too precious was lost, but the weight of the damage sits heavy. This wasn’t just a robbery—it was a reminder that even in safe spaces, shadows can slip in.
You pull the blinds down, lock the door again, and wrote “Closed until further notice” sign across the window with trembling hands.
Just for a day or two, you tell yourself. Just until you can breathe again, sweep up the glass, fix the broken tables, and convince your own heart that this place is still yours.
Builderman fell silent, dark eyes narrowing with a rage that simmered beneath his composed exterior, his voice flat as he said it wasn’t the money that mattered but the audacity.
A day later, you’d find careful blueprints taped to the cafe door, designs for reinforced locks and windows with his neat handwriting outlining every flaw the robber had taken advantage of.
Kyoko gasp in disbelief, brown hands covering her freckles as she shouted about how unfair it was that someone would hurt a place that made people so happy.
Later, she’d paste bright little sticky notes of encouragement on your door—“Don’t give up!!” and “The world still needs your cafe!!”—until the glass practically glowed with color.
Mafioso grits his teeth, scarred hands curling into fists as old instincts told him to hunt down the culprit, his voice low as he muttered about honor and respect being spat on.
In the silence of the next morning, he’d place a thick envelope under the cafe door to cover what was stolen, no signature, just the faint smell of gunpowder clinging to the paper.
Chance heard about the robbery and immediately laughed it off with a gambler’s bravado, saying it wasn’t the worst hand you could be dealt, though their clenched jaw and the way they offered to “hang around, just in case” betrayed the edge of protectiveness they refused to admit.
He hated the idea of your cafe—one of the few places he could let his guard down—being touched by someone else’s greed, and the thought of you feeling unsafe left him restless.
Dusekkar bowed his head gravely when he heard the news, his rhymes turning somber as he spoke of thieves who “break with hand what soul has built.”
Though he could not undo the damage, he pressed a trinket on your hand, promising to up the moderation in this part of Robloxia.
Griefer barked out a laugh at first, saying a place full of sweetness was bound to attract flies eventually, but his hands tightened around his mug until the ceramic cracked.
When he left, he muttered under his breath that if he ever caught the thief, they’d regret thinking your cafe was an easy target.
Taph tilted his head, feathers ruffling as he softly asked if you’d been frightened, his usual sharp wit quieter than normal.
He sat perched by near your cafe longer than usual that night, he never thought that he'll be this protective over a cafe in all of his years but things can change. His eyes flickers to the door as though daring someone to try again, his protective streak peeking through his calm exterior.
007n7 reacted with a sharp scoff, muttering that people were predictable and greedy, though his fingers tapped against his thighs in a agitated manner.
He admitted—almost begrudgingly—that he’d grown to trust your café as neutral ground, and the thought of it being violated burned more than he expected.
Shedletsky's usual goofy demeanor drops for once, and his wings twitch in a way that makes him look bigger, more supreme being than normal man he sought to be, as he mutters that thieves are nothing but cowards.
He offers to “stand guard” when the cafe reopens, though you can't tell if he’s only joking, but the blade in his hand is restless paves way more concern than doubt.
Two Time clutches their dagger tighter, grin stretched too wide as they declare the thieves must’ve been blind fools to think they could steal from “a place blessed by The Spawn’s watch.”
Underneath the manic conviction, though, is a twitch of guilt that they weren’t around to play the role of protector like they promised in their own strange way.
Azure, when he finds out, his first instinct is pure sadness, his eyes flickering with a hint of sadness telling you that thieves deserve worse than whatever punishment they got away from.
But when he eventually leaves the cafe with Two Time, he admits in a low voice that he hated seeing one of the only good places in Robloxia touched by ugliness that reminded him of the cult.
Elliot immediately asks if you're alright, his pity is overwhelming everything else as he checks your cafe twice just to be sure.
Then, when reassured, he sighs heavily and quietly offers to use some of his own free time to help you rebuild, muttering about wishing he could do more.
Guest 666 lets out a low, disappointed grumble when they hear, hand flexing against the table until it creaks beneath the pressure. They were near, but they couldn't prevent it.
Though they can’t speak, they later return and set down a small, half-melted chocolate bar on the counter and their and Noob's help rebuilding the place.
Noob complains about how they ruined the only good cafe in Robloxia, but apologizes since they were out partying just a few blocks over and could've prevented it with Sixer.
When you reassured them that it's find, they promise to share their snacks with you and help fix the cafe. Promising to themselves that when they party near the cafe, they'll watch over it.
Doombringer sighs disappointedly grumbling that this is proof of corruption festering among the common Robloxian, his glowing eye flashing as he speaks of “justice” he and the other admins can enforce.
Though his words don't seem comforting, there’s a strange sincerity in the way he seems genuinely insulted that someone would defile the cafe.
Slasher tilts his head slowly at the news, the crude mask hiding any hint of expression. But you notice how his huffs are more heavier.
Later, when the cafe reopens, he hangs around near the cafe day and night like a warning to anyone who might think about coming back.
Mayor Thaniyel when he hears, his shoulders sag even lower than usual, sorrow etched deeper into his tired face as he murmurs that it’s cruel fate for even safe havens to be violated.
He quietly promises to speak with the other Robloxians about pitching in helping with the cafe, though his weary voice carries more regret than certainty, as if blaming himself for not protecting what he cherishes.
Red's face scrunches up with anger he doesn’t fully know how to use, insisting loudly that if he had been there he would’ve fought the robbers off with his bare hands.
Yet the bravado melts when he tugs on your sleeve later, whispering if you’re really okay, because losing safe places reminds him too much of what he and his sister left behind.
Blue clings to your arm as soon as she hears, wide eyes staring at you intently as she asks in a trembling voice if the café will still smell like bread when you reopen.
Then, almost like she’s trying to be brave for you, she agrees with Red about fighting the bad guys if they were near. Hating the fact that one of her safe havens got invaded.
The moment Noobador learned of the robbery, his smile vanishes, replaced by fury as he mutter that he had seen worse thieves and know exactly how to deal with them if they ever come back.
Still, when he glancesbdown at Red and Blue clinging to his coat, his voice softens, promising the kids—and you—that nothing will ever touch this little cafe again. Especially not on his watch.
Cruel King listens without flinching, expression unreadable, before stating in his monotone, steady voice that Robloxians will always disappoint, and this is proof of it.
Yet, when he notices the strain on your face, he adds almost begrudgingly that you shouldn’t waste your energy on anger, because he’ll handle it if anyone dares cross you again.
c00lkidd hears about the robbery, his face scrunches up in frustration, and he blurts out that “bad guys always ruin everything,” his voice slightly irritated as if his anger can’t stay steady.
He clings to 007n7’s arm a little tighter than usual, whispering that he doesn’t want the cafe to disappear too, and later slips you a little drawing of the cafe with him, his dad and you in the cafe serving them their go-to orders.
When Bluudud hears about the robbery, he scoffs and shrugs like it’s not worth his time, tossing out a half-hearted insult about the cafe being “kinda lame anyway,” even though his jaw is tight with irritation.
Later, though, without his mom knowing—he slips back and leaves an apple juice box on the counter with a sloppy doodle of a smiley face taped to it, disappearing before anyone can thank him because he’d rather die than admit how much the place means to him.
Pr3typriincess hears about the robbery from 226w6 (yes they're a happy family), she gasps dramatically and declares that it’s “absolutely horrid” in the way only an young child who sees herself as royalty can, twirling a strand of lace on her dress like she’s already plotting how she’d punish the culprits.
Later, she arrives with a little box of Thin Mints tied with a pink ribbon, insisting it’s a gift “from a princess to a normal Robloxian,” and pouts when she realizes you might not open it right away.
Calypso is still away on her travels when it happened, she only learns of the robbery through Kyoko’s message, and though her reply is brief, Kyoko can tell from the clipped words and steady tone that her sister is furious beneath the calm surface.
Calypso asks Kyoko to pass along her support, promising she’ll bring something back to help with repairs when she returns, and though her message ends neatly, it’s clear from the way she typed it that she was holding back a surge of raw emotion.
Guest 1337 he hears about the robbery, his first instinct is outrage at the injustice, and he immediately offers to help track down whoever did it, though he reins himself in after realizing what’s needed most is calm support, not reckless action.
He visits the cafebsoon after with a determined smile, insisting that “a few broken things won’t break a good place,” and leaves a small donation on the counter, because he’d rather the focus stay on rebuilding the café.
