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If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then ‘real’ is simply electrical signals from your brain.

[theserversvoice]

"Do you wish to see the true nature of our world?"

RULES_ABOUT_MUN

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

Scriptor lets out this startled computer sound as he backs up from his laptop. It wasn't Dusekkar or Noli in front of you this time, instead a smaller and skinny robot with curly white and pink hair and a signature, boxy crown. He whips his head around, then leaning forward to try his damnest to kick you out of his laptop. When that didn't work, and Scriptor came to the sudden realization that his laptop was confiscated, he did what most children who panic and are confused do--- "Ma? Mom! Mom mom mommom help mom?!"

The Fae rushes in quickly, tensing quickly as he made eye contact with you. Before another second could slip by, Dusekkar is at the machine and slammed her clawed hand against it. Black, wood-textured vines burst out from the other side and grab you with a harsh, painful grip. Thorns dig into your neck and shoulders as the mass swallows you whole, dragging you into the world of Misanthropy.

A cold, tiled floor jams into your back as you are thrown in.

[theserversvoice]

He felt the strain of the connection trying to close, splinters of a metaphorical door stressing against him to get him out. Getting a grip he tried to repel against it, keeping it open before his eyes focused onto the Fae. Roblox was confused at first as that connection seemed to suddenly expand without explanation. He felt thorns suddenly dig into his neck making his breath still and stutter before he felt the rush of air, disorientation then the harshness of the floor. Every ounce of the power that he was focusing on cracks and he's left utterly exhausted and spent as he lay there on the floor. His body barely moving, a slight twitch of his hand as the blue in his eyes flicker. A wave of lethargy inevitable for him due to so much energy used.

"Hhh.." A slight rattling wheeze.

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

"Roblox?" He mutters aloud, "who the fuck?" His hands continued to continously create backdoors. His coding is good but hasty under pressure. Spawns, where's 007n7 or Clockwork when you need em???

Scripter tries locating the hacker again, only for his expression to drop when the results come back the same. Fuck, that's useless now. And he can't be making backdoors forever. Scriptor swallows hard, his tail flicking anxiously as his hands work effortlessly. Noli looks to Scriptor for a brief moment, still in the room before rushing off to grab somebody.

'What the hell could be attacking this place? And why?' The hacker thinks to himself, and that train of thought stalled long enough for a singular backdoor to be partially broken in. Not enough to get into the world, but to access the laptop.

[theserversvoice]

Roblox navigated door after door, he was getting tired but he steeled himself to go further with his tunnel vision and thankfully or not he had gotten his bare hands into one door that seemed to creak under the pressure. Without a second thought that weakness was taken advantage of, breaking from the prompts something manifested into a hand to rip through the coding. Through the program starting to give way to the laptop itself a blue eye could be seen from the darkness glowing. He wasn't in yet but that wouldn't take long. "Finally." his voice glitched slightly but still eerily calm.

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

Scriptor takes a second to realize what he's properly handling and confirms that there could be a possibility that there wasn't a back door checked. He wasn't ever allowed to go through the systems properly, and right now would be the worst time. Opening up another command prompt, the inner workings of his technological heavy brain began to churn. Creating false back door after false back door, Scriptor hastily kept the code running while he managed to look up the ID of the hacker breaking in.

He knows damn well it won't hold forever. But fuck it, Scriptor can be as fast as this robloxian.

[theserversvoice]

Roblox had tunnel vision, through string upon string of code he focused on the eb and flow of it. Feeling it through the fibers of what constituted him, what changed, laser focusing now on the backdoors Scriptor was manufacturing just as fast as he was breaking them. The server couldn't help but wonder who was stopping him, who dared to even try to which sparked a feeling he hadn't felt. Maybe he did, but maybe he had just drowned it out most the time. That feeling that something that was beneath him, an ant trying to bite with jaws that surely had no place trying to tear into his skin.

TARGET FOUND: NAME: ROBLOX ADDRESS: ▓▓.▓▓▓.▓▓.▓▓▓ ITERATION NUMBER: ❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏❏ THE REST OF THE INFORMATION DETERIORATES WITHIN A SCRAMBLE OF CODE EVER WEAVING.

"How long." He said to himself while within the between.

"How. Long.Can. You. Keep. Up."

[theserversvoice]

Are you aware of 1x1x1x1? It's a huge threat imo.

"1x1x1x1...yes, of course I am aware of that anomalous creature. It has been within my watch for some time now and recently has been causing some...trouble...outside of the system. Of course this trouble is not our faults, humans tend to mess with things they shouldn't often." The server couldn't help but give a sigh as he looked up to the profile of 1x1x1x1 within their database.

"Builderman said the problem would be taken care of and I trust him...not so much with the being he had made a deal with. That human was manipulated before so within my mind....it's likely that they will fail."

[theserversvoice]

Is there anyone you usually work with? Or are you more of a solo guy?

"As much as I tend to isolate most of HQ will not allow me to do so for long. I work the closest with Builder but if not him probably would be Brighteyes and Doombringer." He gives a small shrug. "I do try to touch base with everyone though regardless when it comes to meetings..."

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

The madness settled down. Dusekkar leans back in her chair, taking a hefty breath of air. Between knitted eyebrows and an unsettled, consistently preoccupied mind, the scenes of Roblox's mockery stayed. What a foolish man, believing it could snoop around wherever. Noli glances between the computer and then to his partner. "We'll figure it out ourselves," he confirms Noli's silent question, " much easier than playing guess who with a mere robloxian." It takes until Dusekkar is almost out of the door for the world to shake. Her cane and weapon tremble at his sides at the sheer violence of the break-in-that-was-in-progress. The world (island?) tilts on its edge for a moment as a shockwave rippled through the building and then harshly jerks back onto axis. The Architect stumbles, catching himself on the doorframe. "What utter... Blasphemy?!" "111-uh, fuck," Noli sputters out, "sh1t dus3k ma7b3 tak3-" " I don't have time for that!" Dusekkar interrupts, " I- Spawns, I'm getting Scriptor." The Architect and the hacker meet each other halfway up/down the stairs, who then after a quick bark of orders, Scriptor scrambles into the office and doesn't even bother to sit down. He's more focused on opening windows and commands to see what the genuine hell was happening.

[theserversvoice]

As scriptor opened the windows the code for this world was going at a lightning pace. One they could keep up with since their optics caught every line, each string of code was an attempt at brute forcing through protocol after protocol to allow access.

When there was a dead end and proper defense it would just as quickly find another avenue trying to find a back door weak enough to crash through.

Between some code lines there would be flashes of keyboard symbols and eventually it would make the shape of a robloxian. The robloxian looking as the code keeps moving then through the window.

[theserversvoice]

A flicker of black and white glitches. Slight. Barely anything - but not a threat, that much was prevalent. A very familiar white smiley face flickers across the screen again and a message pops up. Someone Roblox has come into contact with before. A Seven. A particularly weird variant, at that. The message is simple. 'R0BL0X. WHAT HAVE Y0U D0NE.'

"What have I done? loaded question from someone who had attacked me." he said looking at the message and sending a prompt back, "Tell me, are you still mad about last time? Or is this a new instance of your dislike?"

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

Dusekkar tenses up more, a firm snarl set in his pumpkin face from underneath the veil. " Enough of these childish antics," she hisses.

There is a wave of his hand, and this screeching bang of metal picked up into your ears. The sound that trains make when halting to a stop, but closer and using you as a breaking point. There's flickers of memories, too chaotic and painful to clearly make out, but their yours, and its all the bad ones.

The hallucination trails on for a minute or two, dissolving slowly in the sensors.

It is quiet.

They are gone.

The signal is gone.

The warmth is gone.

[theserversvoice]

Roblox suddenly came back to reality if only for a second. His mouth hung open for a moment to say something before the screeching got louder, his eyes widen a fraction as he felt as if he were caught in a train collision. Every fiber of his geo flickering as those memories resurfaced, searing through his code and data. Every little memory going through his mind just as fast as he can process. His body feeling as if it were in every individual fragment, at the highest of heights, in the office room, the feeling of numbness in his hands, hearing those harsh words, hearing him cry--beg.... Then he was back looking at that connection closed.

He stared at it for a moment, feeling the lack of warmth in his hand. Something welled up inside him, he couldn't tell what exactly it was or how to articulate it but slowly his simulations stopped playing. Breathing stopped as his eyes now were fully wide and glowing. With a rigid movement he lifted his hand from where he was closed out of. There was a moment of true silence before he decided how he didn't care how loud he was. His own servers flickered and glitched as he focused his efforts, remembering the core ID. Roblox put every little bit of processing power to find multiple avenues to where he had felt that core ID. Suddenly a shake as it was attacked from multiple pathings like clawing at a door to rip it open.

"Stop hiding."

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

There--There. There, the signal was. How strange it was. Buried deep within the heavy, uncomfortable confines of the realm. It is bright when uncovered. Warm, comforting--His. Builderman’s core was the signal? This unusual, metal ball within his grey body?

Dusekkar was silent for a moment, but his wings tense up with a simmering annoyance. " You believe you have a right to play with things that are not yours?" He hisses. " You are preventing me from doing my job. Tell me who you talked to," she demands. There were already plans going through the Fae's head. He could always take what felt like drastic measures. He had the team to back it up ... Fuck, why didn't she just do that in the first place?

" 111m sur33 wh0ev3r y0u t4lk3d t0 w4s harml3ss anyways!" Noli butts in. " Wouldn't 1t b3 s00 much 3asier to [[stop. Being. So. Stubborn!]] And l3t us kn00ww?"

[theserversvoice]

He was somewhat surprised by the warmth, honestly due to the comfort that connected to him it distracted him. Closing his eyes for a moment as it somewhat overwhelmed him as he listened. "...Preventing? No such thing, as I am not reinstating files nor taking things out from where they were." he denied, even wagging a finger at her. A flicker of his eyes to Noli. "Hmhm, maybe one can make this a guessing game if we are all for games. For that too would be harmless would it not?" "They are similar to a starless sky."

"Calming as if you were the last person within the world."

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

Dusekkar continued to speak, raising a hand to silence Noli. Maybe Doombringer would have been a better pick for this interview, or just himself would handle just fine. Much to think about.

The Fae chooses his words carefully. " Part of our role is to keep track of the main database. Who goes in, who goes out. Our world is something that shouldn't be made aware of, and there's a ... Chopping order on these inhabitants. I'm confident you already know how dismantling some of them can be. They do not know the consequences of leaving this place, no matter how badly they want to." Dusekkar pauses, just for a moment. It felt like a dramatic effect, but it was more like he was calculating what to say next. What move he could take on the board.

" I make sure of that," she finishes. " That whoever you talked to will have enough of their senses left to not dare risk their code."

[theserversvoice]

Roblox listened carefully as he rooted around the pathway he had found data separating into a format better to suit the device he is connecting through. "I see, so your role is much different than what I am to be expecting. How interesting, a very high amount of power with a greater responsibility..." he hums slightly again as he maneuvered his data. "No wonder I was confused on such a things as "ins and outs" as you put it...I think there is a quote I know of within my data." His eyes break contact as he thinks on it, searching the files. "Ah yes..." The radio crackles again, " Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts." A pause as he was trying to grasp tighter to that signal. "Why should I be concerned?"

The radio crackled again by the weight of roblox being, "For no one keeps it within check. The systems and hardware that be naturally happen within the flow of things." "But, I suppose that is why I feel unsafe to say to whom I talked to...such risk to code sounds like something I rather not have."

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

" Our purpose is to keep track of the Misanthropy Realm, among other important duties. We came to investigate a disturbance our companion alerted us to, and here we are now. " Dusekkar folds her hands over each other on the table, a jarring contrast of control compared to Noli's grinning-maniac-persona.

" W3 l1k3 playy-play1ng ar0und," Noli chuckles, "and y0u-y0uu sur333 1t's cur1os1t7?? Wh4t's that w11nd0w f0r?"

" ... More importantly," Dusekkar raises a hand, " Whom did you come into contact first?"

[theserversvoice]

"You like playing around,hm? I wonder what you play with, certainly nothing similar to my games." Then there was a pause from the server before he spoke again. "You would like to know? I suppose it's normal but I do not think I trust you with said information. So a question for a question, What is it you wish to do with that info?"

Another try at navigating where that signal was coming from, his fingers moving extremely fast. two conversations going on in his head other admins talking with him through prompts. Finally pinpointing where the signal is from, a few key strokes and the window went away he didn't need it anymore afterall.

It was only a matter of letting his arm go limp and letting his data free to lean in and try to reach out without them noticing.

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

The fae gestures for her companion to come down, who does without complaining. There wasn't anything suspending its theatrical masks, just a completely empty space.

" I'mm N0lii," he gives a dramatic bow, like it didn't ruin your lovely conversation with Builderman, " an-and th1s 1s m7 b0Ss, Dus33kar!" His ethusiasm was bothering, especially with the gratingness of its glitched words and ever changing voices.

Dusekkar nods in greeting. Simple, straight to the point. " We intervene with purpose," his low voice states, " for we were merely curious of your motive."

" W-We g0t qu33stions!"

" Firstly though, may I be aware of your name?" Dusekkar requests.

[theserversvoice]

Roblox tapped on the window impatiently, "N0li...and...." his voice drifted off at the second name. How different it all was indeed, from physical attachments to mentality and attitudes. He himself was used to shenanigans of Dusekkar but never in his eons could he imagine this.

Roblox weighed the options but maybe it best to keep civil for now, "Roblox. My name is Roblox." he closed his eyes and sighed, "My motives are simple, it was curiosity but due to this--interference, maybe it should be more than that." "Tell me, what are you two doing? What is your purpose?"

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

"Thank you, thank you," Builderman repeats. His tail gives a happy shake, almost overwhelmed by your kindness. (The kind that makes his small heart swell. That overwhelming feeling.) "I- I think that is eno-" His sentence is cut short as something unheard makes him flinch, which he whips his head to the side to stare at whoever--whatever, spooked him. His shoulders tense and his eyes widen but it's never known what actually scares him. Since somebody intercepts the line. There's a flash of purple, then strings of code and ancient language running across your screen with high intensity.

The intruders stare at you for a moment, one with an unnecessarily wide grin plastered to their floating face. His voice is warped, changing every few words. " H11ii! I d1dn'T [[consider!]] that-that Scr1ptor's haND1w0rk w0uld funct1on!" Whoever was behind this fucker was silent, moving a bit farther away from the camera. She does not speak. But his unseen eyes observe you intently. "H0w's 1-1t G0iNG??"

[theserversvoice]

His eyes drifted to the only semi visible tail within frame, that made his frame loosen. The smallest of upturns from his frown as he was going to reply but froze when seeing the other turn around. That...that is when Roblox went from more mellow to rigid again, eyes reading lines of code for that mere fraction of a second before the language. Running it through his database came up with nothing, something to research for sure but later. "It was going well until your intrusion." He said with a sudden firmness, his eyes burning a bright blue. A window on his side popping up and he began to type again, "To whom am I speaking to?"

[misanthropyd-builderman-au]

Builderman smiles at your words, but it's clear he's exhausted. Like a dead volcano.

It was certainly reassuring that somebody recognized the unsafeness of it all. Builderman knew(thought he knew?) that Roblox didn't have the full story. However, being told he was sturdy meant a lot to the constructionist.

" . . . It be rough," he replies softly. " Everybody's hard to work with." The words come from his mouth awkwardly. " But thanks, it truly means a real lot Roblox."

Whatever was keeping this soul here, it was extremely stubborn.

[theserversvoice]

He was silent after he heard that soft reply, his eyes locked onto the others. Roblox mentally was still trying to find him, of course he was, even if he knew the routes would never let him. Roblox was stubborn to a degree, humanly so despite it all even after so much. Eventually, he let his finger slide down the window, it fizzles and his frown tightens a fraction. His hand drops to his side before he opens his mouth again, "...Trying to wrangle so many different personalities that ram heads never can be smooth. No matter how you try there will at some point be conflict...but--" Another moment of silence as he tried to articulate, process, what he thought. " If you wish, since I am here..." He adjusted himself properly, sitting on air crisscrossed, relaxed as well as he could be. "I can be a ear to lend."

[theserversvoice]

I see, I apologize if that question was too personal or something, do you want more strawberries ?

Do you have a favorite fruit? I could bring that one instead if so!

"Strawberries or berries in general are fine with me...in terms of the quesrion it was fine. It is more of a me problem if anything." He gives a dismissing hand wave. "In terms of favorite fruit, i like raspberries..."

[theserversvoice]