Just A Face In The Crowd

An RP blog for a Pressure OC He's just here to suffer, lmao.

[worldsworsthenchman]

For fucks sake.

Roblox Devs turning out to be shitty people is apparently the flavour of the month. First Grace, now Pressure? God damnit.

Yeah, I'm now very glad I moved Ros away from this game when I started losing interest a few months back, I do not want to support a fucking rapist in any way, shape or form, even on just a tiny little RP blog. Won't be deleting because I do have some good memories of this and the game, but I likely won't be active here again.

So yeah. This is the mun, signing out.

[worldsworsthenchman]

He's...lying face down in the middle of the corridor, not moving and no real life signs except for the occasional growl or muttered curse.

[fishcalledsebastian]

"Heeyy, uh.. Ros? P.AI.nter told ne you was here, are you okay, man?"

Sebastian nudged roscoe's shoulder, hovering over him with an overcast shadow.

[slip-and-shinehq]

Slip dropped from the ceiling next to Sebastian and hummed. Gangly legs stretching out like cursed toothpick legs

Can I eat him?

[fishcalledsebastian]

"No, you cant eat him. Hes not even dead."

Sebastian glared at slip from the corner of his eye, watching the crab monster as he stayed watching Ros.

[worldsworsthenchman]

Aaaaand he was up, surprisingly quickly on his feet as soon as he heard the conversation.

"Nope, not dead, no eating me, thanks - Ow. Oh. The room should not be spinning."

[fishcalledsebastian]

Sebastian grabbed Roscoe's shoulder, his look of concern growing at what the man whispered.

"Be careful. Why were you on the floor?"

[slip-and-shinehq]

Damn it I was hungry.

Slip pouts before sitting down cross legged, or the equivalent of that.

Ay you look like my boss when he breaths in to many of the fumes from those... inject-y things.

[worldsworsthenchman]

"I'm fine, boss, no need to worry," he mutters, "Just think I...stood up a bit too quick...ooh..."

Then he hears Slip's comment and glares at them.

[worldsworsthenchman]

He's...lying face down in the middle of the corridor, not moving and no real life signs except for the occasional growl or muttered curse.

[fishcalledsebastian]

"Heeyy, uh.. Ros? P.AI.nter told ne you was here, are you okay, man?"

Sebastian nudged roscoe's shoulder, hovering over him with an overcast shadow.

[slip-and-shinehq]

Slip dropped from the ceiling next to Sebastian and hummed. Gangly legs stretching out like cursed toothpick legs

Can I eat him?

[fishcalledsebastian]

"No, you cant eat him. Hes not even dead."

Sebastian glared at slip from the corner of his eye, watching the crab monster as he stayed watching Ros.

[worldsworsthenchman]

Aaaaand he was up, surprisingly quickly on his feet as soon as he heard the conversation.

"Nope, not dead, no eating me, thanks - Ow. Oh. The room should not be spinning."

[worldsworsthenchman]

He's...lying face down in the middle of the corridor, not moving and no real life signs except for the occasional growl or muttered curse.

[fishcalledsebastian]

"Heeyy, uh.. Ros? P.AI.nter told ne you was here, are you okay, man?"

Sebastian nudged roscoe's shoulder, hovering over him with an overcast shadow.

[worldsworsthenchman]

"Hey, Boss."

He doesn't get up, just lying there.

"Yep, I'm good, just admirin' the floor. Tryin' ta ignore me bones hurtin'."

[worldsworsthenchman]

So, uh, apparently the Wall Dwellers 'ave evolved. That's...a thing now. Great, cus the giant guppy learnin' new tricks weren't bad enough. What next, the blacksite is 'aunted?

[ghost-anon-says-hi]

...

[worldsworsthenchman]

...

I shoulda kept me mouth shut.

[ghost-anon-says-hi]

....hi mister.....

[worldsworsthenchman]

Aaaaand now the ghosts are talkin' ta me. Great. Just great.

[worldsworsthenchman]

So, uh, apparently the Wall Dwellers 'ave evolved. That's...a thing now. Great, cus the giant guppy learnin' new tricks weren't bad enough. What next, the blacksite is 'aunted?

[ghost-anon-says-hi]

...

[worldsworsthenchman]

...

I shoulda kept me mouth shut.

[worldsworsthenchman]

So, uh, apparently the Wall Dwellers 'ave evolved. That's...a thing now. Great, cus the giant guppy learnin' new tricks weren't bad enough. What next, the blacksite is 'aunted?

[worldsworsthenchman]

Think Painter would be mad ifs I was ta put a Santa 'at on 'im?

Prob'ly, but that lil shit shot me again an' I needs payback.

[fishcalledsebastian]

"He would but he can only shoot you if you get in the line of fire for the turrets."

[joy-of-painting-deactivated2026]

“So watch your step >:(“

[worldsworsthenchman]

Pfft, nice threat, Paints. Reeeeeeal scary like.

[joy-of-painting-deactivated2026]

“I will blow your head in and make a mosaic with your brains.”

[worldsworsthenchman]

What brains?

[worldsworsthenchman]

Think Painter would be mad ifs I was ta put a Santa 'at on 'im?

Prob'ly, but that lil shit shot me again an' I needs payback.

[fishcalledsebastian]

"He would but he can only shoot you if you get in the line of fire for the turrets."

[joy-of-painting-deactivated2026]

“So watch your step >:(“

[worldsworsthenchman]

Pfft, nice threat, Paints. Reeeeeeal scary like.

[worldsworsthenchman]

"WHY DOES THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES SHARK SOUND LIKE THE OVERSIZED SUSHI ROLL NOW?!"

[worldsworsthenchman]

He's...lying face down in the middle of the corridor, not moving and no real life signs except for the occasional growl or muttered curse.

[worldsworsthenchman]

...I's gettin' a bad feelin', like summat is goin' on but I don't know what. Normally that wouldn't be new down 'ere, but this is...different.

Eh. Prob'ly nothing.

[worldsworsthenchman]

And taday on "You've Been Framed, Blacksite Edition", a buncha expies thought it'd be funny ta play chicken with the Searchlight.

Guess 'ow well that went fer 'em...

[fishcalledsebastian]

"Were there any survivors? Or can I go loot them."

[worldsworsthenchman]

Between the Searchlight huntin' 'em an' zappin' 'emselfs on't machines? Dead as 'ell, boss. Have fun.

[worldsworsthenchman]

And taday on "You've Been Framed, Blacksite Edition", a buncha expies thought it'd be funny ta play chicken with the Searchlight.

Guess 'ow well that went fer 'em...

[fishcalledsebastian]

'ey, boss, gotsa joke fer ya!

Who cleans up the ocean? A mer-maid!

~ Roscoe

"..Ros, have I ever told to to never pursue a career in comedy?"

[worldsworsthenchman]

'ey, can't go any worse'n me last job!

[fishcalledsebastian]

"...Do I even wanna know?"

[worldsworsthenchman]

Bank robber.

An' that, ladies an' gentlefish, is 'ow I ended up down 'ere, hehe.

[fishcalledsebastian]

'ey, boss, gotsa joke fer ya!

Who cleans up the ocean? A mer-maid!

~ Roscoe

"..Ros, have I ever told to to never pursue a career in comedy?"

[worldsworsthenchman]

'ey, can't go any worse'n me last job!

[worldsworsthenchman]

There's a strange creature sat on Roscoe's head. It appears similar to a dumbo octopus, a cutely chubby little thing, but its arms are far too long, most are segmented and end in pointed "feet", although end instead with sharp grasping claws.

Roscoe looks decidedly unimpressed with this situation.