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Roblox headquarters was.. Quiet. Quieter than normal, no loud speaking, shouting, laughing, silence. Just keyboards clicking and the occasional muttering over a script or miss typed code.

Until it was interrupted by snoring, small at first but progressively getting louder by the minutes passing before it stops suddenly and starts up again. Very irritating when you’re trying to work and someone’s sleeping on the job? Well in My opinion, it allows for creative pranks to flow through my mind like an endless river full of ideas and unique or cruel jokes.

This day’s participant or victim, an odd one at that, MrDoombringer. The trusted admin and warden of the Banlands. Not everyday you see Doombringer in the office since most times he's off either supervising the Banlands or catching rulebreakers to put into the Banlands. Weird times? Maybe he’s catching up on work? No definitely not, Doombringer doesn’t slack, never.

Then again, Doombringer has been complaining for months about how his admin panel has been working slower and his commands wouldn’t go through fast enough, almost buffering every time he booted the damn thing up. Maybe he was trying to fix it so he could get back up to speed. Hasn’t been banning as many rulebreakers since the malfunctions.

Whatever, it's best not to dwell on it!

Buy plastic chickens and hide them around his office?? Not good enough, something that would take a while to clean up.. Place sticky notes all over his bucket and inside of it? No.. He’d wake up if I took the bucket off. Whipped cream on his hand? Basic stuff, anyone could pull something like that.

Great idea. Put things into Doombringer…

One thing to note about Doombringers anatomy, His body is basically it’s own pocket dimension! Easy to fit things inside and easy to take things out. Although… not very.. Breathable to go into.

One question I’ve been begging to answer, How many things can you fit into the pocket dimension before it stops taking things? Will it just stop accepting things and fall to the floor or will it take it and just shoot it out later?

Only one way to find out.

In goes 1 rubber chicken, 4 coffee mugs, 6 packs of sticky notes, 9 pencils, 15 small fake potted plants, 17 large potted plants, 22 pens, 34 uncrustable wrappers.

108 items!

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Before it’s suddenly all on the floor under Doombringer and all over his office. And yet, he stays soundly sleeping. Not even lifting a finger. The cap is 108 out of… I don’t actually know how many items he already had stored inside his pocket dimension.

Not like I care anymore! Prank that took over 2 hours only for it to end so abruptly. And for the participant to not even wake up to the mess that he will have to clean up later because I’m definitely not putting all of my hard work back.

I’ll let him clean it up.

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I soon regretted this decision after I heard crying coming from Doombringers office later while walking past it.

I open the door and see him curled up on the floor, openly weeping with an uncrustable in his mouth as he holds an uncrustable wrapper in his left hand.

“Dude. What is the problem??” I stare at him with a questioning look on my face as I’m walking into the room kicking a fake potted plant out of my way, crouching down before sitting down next to Doombringer.

He looks at me before taking a deep breath and wiping his eyes before bursting out in tears again, sputtering nonsense along the lines of “1 rubber chicken” “mess” and “32 whole potted plants” as he strokes my wings gently.

I sigh loudly before placing my hand on his thigh and rubbing it. I’m terrible at comforting people. What can I say? “Doom, relax. I can’t understand anything you’re saying at all.”

He takes several deep breaths, he rubs the tears off of his face and he finishes eating his uncrustable.

“M-my office is all messed up, I have the worst migraine, Nothing is going my way, I lost a hacker because my command panel buffered and let them get away before I could hit them with my banhammer, and then they kicked me in the stomach and it hurt really bad like really bad, I keep having nausea in waves. I am tired and I just want to go home but I don’t want to because I have things to do.” He huffs out, his voice cracking as he lets out the last words on his mind, looking at me with new tears in his eyes.

I feel my wings fluff out at his words. “It’s not that big of a mess- only.. 108 items… 109 counting the new uncrustable wrapper you have. It’d be really easy to clean!” I say half trying to convince myself that this mess isn’t that big and half trying to convince him that this will only take 30 minutes to clean. I am successful at neither.

“Not that big of a mess? Shed, are you joking? This is going to take forever and I want to go home! I want to lay in my bed, with my heating pad and fall asleep watching some corny romance movie!” He looks at me with those crazy eyes, the eyes he only makes when he’s done with the day and wants rest. The same eyes that have that wild glint when banning hackers but it isn’t present, just broken down and sad eyes.

I frown, rubbing more patterns into his thigh, staring into the distance before zoning back in. “Lighten up, I’m sure we can get this done, I’ll take you home and make you dinner before you start relaxing and watching your stupid romance stuff.” I pat his thigh and smile at him as he sits up.

He brushes up against me before leaning down and licking the side of my face for absolutely no reason. “Doom! What the hell! I know you’re thankful but you could’ve been normal about it.. Just say ‘oh thanks John shedletsky’ but no you have to be different. Clean my face off right now.” I huff, my wings fluttering as I look at him with a shocked and slightly disgusted look on my face.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry.. I am thankful that you, John shedletsky, are helping me with cleaning up my office.” I hear him giggle a little after, he wraps his arm around me and smile at me with a wide grin. I can hear his tail thumping against the floor as it wags like a dog who's excited after getting a treat.

I shove his face out of mine and stick the bird at him before getting up and picking up some uncrustable wrappers.

“Doom, this mess isn’t going to get any better if you aren’t helping me.” I sing out, walking towards the trashcan in his office and throwing out the wrappers I had in my hands. Turning around to look at him as he was still on the floor but with the rest of the uncrustable wrappers in a pile near him.

I sigh and rub my hand down my face before I walk back, hold my hand out to him and he takes it, helping him stand up only for him to immediately pull me into a hug and then let me fall to the floor gently.

“I know, I’ll clean it up. I just needed some help getting up.” He winks at me before grabbing the pile of wrappers and curling it into a ball and walking to his trashcan then putting it in the trash.

We move the small things, putting things back to where they originally were before we move onto the big things. Doom looks extremely tired to the point his tail is dragging against the floor as he feverishly looks for where to place a big fake potted plant down.

“Doom you okay buddy..? You aren’t looking so hot.” He stares back at me with this dead look in his eyes, like his soul was actively crumbling in front of my eyes.

“I’m always hot.” He giggles out before as I see the light and hopefully his soul, returning back to the realm of the living before he drops to the floor and starts snoring immediately. I almost screamed out of pure fear because of how fast he dropped.

It takes a few minutes before Doombringer wakes back up, looking somewhat well rested? His neckfur is messed up every which way and he looks like a disgruntled cat that was rudely awakened by its owner.

“You okay there?” I say as I start lightly kicking his leg with my foot before I resort to trying to shove him up before his body goes limp again, very clearly, this isn’t working. The mess is cleaned. All I need to do is take this poor tired overworked moody admin home.

That’s what I think before I make the mistake of letting him go for a second and suddenly I’m also on the floor, Doombringer had brought me down with him. He holds me in his arms gently, almost as if I’m the most breakable object in the universe. I look at him with my face flushed and I sigh before trying to break out of his grasp.

“Doom, it’s time to go home, your office is cleaned. I can take you home now.” I say still struggling as I keep trying to escape my entanglement.

I hear him huff and grumble out, “Just one more second..” as he slips back into his sleep before I lightly hit him in the chest, which startles him into releasing me and I roll away before getting up.

“Okay okay.. I’ll get up. We clock out, you make me dinner, I watch my movie and then sleep.” He crawls to his desk, getting up and grabbing his stuff he needs. I wait for him by the door and he flicks the light off then opens the door.

We jog over to my office, I get my stuff, we both clock out and walk to his car. I get into the driver's seat, him in the passenger. I start up his car and we go. I already know how to get to his house, I’ve been over a few times.

We get to his house, I pull in, we get our stuff out of the car.

“What do you want for dinner?” I ask, leaning on my shoulder by his front door as he unlocks it, I hear his mind crash and reboot twice over.

“Err… I’m up for anything but seafood.. I don’t want to think about the smell right now.” He groans out, frowning and pushing himself through the door then we go into his house together.

I smile before looking away from him,“Buttered noodles, got it.” I hear him drop his stuff on the floor, I’ll put mine away later. I have more important tasks.

I run to his kitchen, grab all I need and start making dinner. It doesn’t take that long to make buttered noodles. I get two bowls and two forks, since by the amount made, definitely not going to be finished by Doom on his own.

I hand him his bowl and fork, he puts on ‘lady and the tramp’ which is a fairly… okayish romance movie.. Not my favorite movie but if Doom put it on, I’m not going to complain about it.

We finish up eating, I take our dirty dishes to his dishwasher and load it up. I could hand wash them but I’m too lazy and it's late. I walk back to the couch and take my seat next to Doom again, I lean up against him and he leans back. The movie is only half way through, Doom is still awake.

It wouldn’t hurt to rest my eyes would it?

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“Seven, we are going to get caught doing this! If I- we get caught I’m going to lose my job, you are definitely going to get sent to the Banlands by someone that isn’t me. We can’t meet up this week, it's… too risky.” I hear him sigh before he starts speaking.

“I’m not sure why you’ve suddenly got so paranoid Doom, no one is going to know. I promise you that no one is going to find out either, we’ve been smart and we have been flying under the radar for months! Why is it an issue now? Love can’t be stopped, it didn’t stop Romeo and Juliet!” He doesn’t fully convince me, Something deep in my guts tells me we shouldn’t meet up this week.

I frown at the thought of Romeo and Juliet, that story did not have a happy ending. “I don’t know, I just have a really bad feeling about our meet up this week. It doesn’t feel right at all. And Seven.. Romeo and Juliet died at the end of the story.. After Juliet faked her death and Romeo thought she actually died so he killed himself and when Juliet saw Romeo was dead, she killed herself.. I would like it if we both stayed alive.” I fiddle with the ring on my middle finger, looking out my window before looking back at my carpet.

I hear him sigh before I hear him shout ‘oh shit’ and the sounds of metals crashing against each other through the phone. “Seven? Do you need me to come over? Are you okay?” I don’t hear him answer for a few minutes before he groans into his phone, a loud thump sounds out after I hear him yell angrily out into his house.

…

I guess that is a no to me coming over.

I hear his phone being picked up again, “What..? Sorry I accidentally just spawned in 14 pots and pans instead of just 2.” He sounds extremely confused.

“I’m not even going to ask how or why your command panel did that.” I rub my eyes, huffing out a breath before I shake my head in disappointment. I start pacing my house over and over to the point my feet hurt.

“I don’t know dude, My command panel has been glitching out, not listening to my commands, I’ve tried doing maintenance on it but it stops half way through and I am definitely not going to someone to see what the issue is.”

“Great so I’m not the only one! I lost a hacker a week ago because my command panel decided to buffer at the last second, I couldn’t hit them with the banhammer and they got away after kicking me in the stomach. The first time we met up this stuff wasn’t happening it started around the twentieth time!” My tail starts whipping around as I grind my teeth.

“Yeah well the first and the twentieth time we met up we were in YOUR bed in YOUR house. Maybe me putting you into your place messed with our command panels, dunno I was pretty rough with a lot of stuff those nights Doom..” And he has the audacity to act flirty right now when we are having problems with our command panels. I want to strangle him. I should’ve never messed with a dirty hacker like him. He better be so glad that he’s stupid and lovable because if he wasn’t I would immediately punt him into the Banlands with no hesitation.

“I’m sure you are very happy that we are talking over the phone and not face to face, Seven.” I roll my eyes and resist the urge to hang up on him on the spot. We can talk later.

I hear him laugh long and hard to the point he’s struggling to breathe, he regains his composure and starts speaking again. “I am actually not, if we were talking face to face you would melt into a pathetic puddle the second I grabbed your face and smooched you.” I feel my body heat up at the thought and groan.

“For Roblox’s sake can you be serious for one second? I’m not exactly in the mood right now..” I try to deny the thoughts my mind is coming up with after what he said. I rub my face over and over, sighing after covering my face in shame.

“Hey hey hey, I am serious! I’ve been serious, Just lightening the mood, maybe gettin you in the mood.. It’s just my amazing vocabulary that has made you weak so many times baby.” My face deadpans as I look at the ceiling.

“Seven I’m not joking, I’m not up or in the mood for your antics. I’ll hang up the phone if you keep acting out of line.” I hear him start whining, acting as if I just took his life savings of only 3 whole dollars and 43 cents. He starts fake crying as if that’s going to make me take back what I said, every unconvincing.

“Whateverr mr fun police… I’ll go back to burning down random places or something, I’ll text you later Doom, love you.” I almost burst several blood vessels hearing what he said to me. I told him months ago to stop exploiting so frequently and this man does anything BUT listen to me.

“Do not burn anything down or you are getting sent to the banlands, I love you too Seven.” I hang up the phone and just stand in my house for a second, in peaceful silence.

I already miss his voice and his dumb comebacks. The way he looks at me with that evil look in his eyes after he went back on something I told him he shouldn’t do. Don’t get me started on that stupid fucking smirk he has. Makes me want to punch his face off from embarrassment. God he pisses me off in a good way. His words are smooth but his tongue is rough like sandpaper.

He’s got good in him, he's just not the best at showing it.

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I see Doombringer in front of me, what's he doing in my house? He said he didn’t want to meet up this week and now he’s in my house?? Unbelievable, he’s been acting weird lately, especially with his constant mood swings and irritability. Yeah sure he falls for the shit I say jokingly but he’d realize it later, almost hours later and suddenly he’s catching on immediately then telling me to chill out?

He knows I don’t chill out, I just relax for a short bit before getting riled up again. He by himself riles me up, Everything about that strong and sweet man gets every single particle in my body moving five thousand miles per hour.

But not at this moment, something in the air feels.. Stale. Like the taste of water being left on your bedside after letting it sit for a few days in the cup. It’s not an unpleasant taste but it’s not a good one either.

Surely something isn’t wrong, he wouldn’t come over unannounced randomly to tell me something earth shattering.

“I don’t love you anymore Seven, you meant nothing to me and you never will.” Those words made my heart ache and break into millions of pieces, I felt like I was dunked into freezing water with nothing to warm me up after. Nothing to comfort me after those horrifying words.

I try taking it as a joke, laughing nervously and scratching the back of my head. “That’s a funny joke Doom, Are you here to get something you left the last time you stayed over?”

It was silent for a few minutes before he started speaking again. “I’m not joking Seven, I don’t love you, you mean nothing to me and if you try to stop me from leaving I will send you to the Banlands for your crimes.” The words fly at me like bricks covered in pushpins.

“You don’t mean any of that.. You can’t just suddenly stop loving me after months of being crazy about me. Did you forget about the adrenaline of meeting up behind the other admins backs?” I keep trying to bargain with him. It hurts having him say this shit to my face over and over but something in my mind makes me think that if I try hard enough, he’ll listen to me. He won’t leave and he’ll stay with me.
“I mean every single word. I realized you are a liability to me and I need to distance myself immediately. I can’t risk getting caught with a filthy disgusting hacker like you, It’s a surprise I didn’t realize earlier with how you act. It’s childish and unprofessional.” Each word is just a dagger stabbing me over and over before twisting several times. My stomach feels like a pit, as if I ate a large rock and it’s just sitting in there like dread.

“Unprofessional? Since when was our relationship EVER professional! At this point your whole neighborhood KNOWS MY NAME from the times you’ve screamed it out like bloody murder! The times that I brought you into heated kisses and then later tender touches? When I snuck into your work to give you a box of chocolates on valentines day?? We met at a bar Doombringer, does that scream professional to you?” My vision starts becoming watery and cloudy, muffled from the tears welling up in my eyes and starting to leak down my face in torrents. My voice is breaking every single word I force out of my mouth.

I feel gross, like I need to vomit. I feel angry at him. At myself. At the world. He is suddenly walking towards me, his movements calculated and swift. He places a hand on my shoulder. His touch is wrong, everything about him yells in my senses as wrong. Too many emotions and flashbacks are shuffling around my thoughts about the current situation. I can’t think straight, everything hurts deep and infects every part of me.

He looks at me with a repulsive glint in his eyes, almost as if I’m the one who has been saying all of this shit.

“You’re really that pathetic? I was just using you. You actually thought we were something Seven?? Come on, we could never be something even if the stars screamed at us to fall in love.” and then he let go of my shoulder, turned around then opened my door and walked out without a second glance before closing my door and leaving me in the darkness of my home.

I never want to see his face or anything about him at all.

Suddenly my door bursts back open. It’s Doombringer.

He locked the door behind him.

…

..

.

He has his banhammer.

He’s walking towards me, his banhammer is raised and I book it. Just before his hammer comes crashing down where I previously stood. He picks it back up and starts running at me.

We’re running through my house, he keeps smashing his hammer into all of my shit, into my walls, into my floor, anything that is remotely near me. Every inch of my body and mind is screaming at me to break a window and run.

But with how hot on my trail he is, I haven’t been able to pick anything up and right before I try to grab something I feel the brute force of something heavy being thrown at my back.

HE THREW MY METAL WATER BOTTLE AT MY BACK WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY?? OH AND THERE'S HIS HAMMER AGAIN!

I can’t find anything to chuck at the window to make it break, He keeps steering me away from anything I could attempt to use. He's herding me like I’m a sheep and he's a border collie.

And as I’m running, I trip over some rubble and fall face first. My glasses are broken and cracked from the impact of me falling on my face.

He looks at me with a grin, like he’s got me right where he wants me. I start trying to get up before I feel his heavy foot against my back, pushing me further into my floor making sure I can’t move.

“All that running for nothing. Rulebreakers always run, you give them a second chance and they always break it. You give rulebreakers anything and they’ll find a way to screw it up. I’m done with you messing around stuff you shouldn’t have never touched.” I can’t even look up at him. I just feel sweat and tears roll down my face, It feels like there is something lodged in my throat preventing me from speaking.

I hear him breathe heavily before laughing maniacally, a laugh engraved in my mind like someone dragging their nails down a chalk board. That's all I hear.

I finally gained the courage to look up at him. His banhammer raises and he looks at me threateningly and then he slams it down on me.

..

I wake up in a cold sweat, my shirt clinging to my body with my blanket thrown on the floor. My heart beats loud and rapidly in my ears as I feel the blood pulse through my body.

I’m breathing loud, I can’t hear anything much but my heartbeat. It’s too hot and the darkness of my room doesn’t help at all. I try to stabilize my breathing but it isn’t working, I try counting in my mind but it keeps getting pulled back to the vivid imagery of me running away from Doombringer.

I hate nightmares. They’re like stupid horror movies you can’t turn off that terrorize you until the day you die.

Doombringer would never do anything like whatever happened in my mind. He’s just paranoid of getting caught. Which is reasonable, I shouldn’t even be roaming free at all and yet he lets me walk because he loves me.

I’m never talking to anyone about this nightmare. Ever.

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i’m working on the actual 4th chapter currently so give me atleast a day..

7/31/25

Okay so this is just gonna be the dedicated fanart chapter I guess???

spoilers for chapter 6, I love you. so i recommend you read before looking at the art I made for my own fic

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It’s been three whole months since I’ve last seen Seven, he just stopped returning my texts and calls. It just goes to voicemail.

Did I do something wrong? I wasn’t exactly in the best mood the last time we talked on the phone because of how off I have been feeling more often than not.

I mean Seven is a pretty open guy.. He doesn’t exactly hide too much but that is likely just to me since I’m his.. I don’t know what we are? We aren’t dating but it’s very clear that the love we share for each other is romantic.

Even then he would’ve said something and brought it up with me if it bothered him that much. He hasn’t gone completely under the radar because of the fact he is still exploiting and wreaking havoc on robloxians.

Always the builder brothers pizza place. And every time I try to catch him after one of his exploiting escapades, he always vanishes like he never existed. Just bits and pieces left by him by accident. He does like having a trail but it’s never been this.. Small? He goes big and he doesn’t go home. He makes sure to bring it to the ballpark and knock it out the field.

And this trail he’s been leaving for months? Thin as a spider's thread. Definitely a sign he doesn’t want me or anyone else to find him. Which proves very difficult when you are already looking as hard as you can for him.

It’s been.. Hard I guess. When someone you talked to every single day suddenly ghosts you for no reason, no explanation, just silence and solitude. It’s gotten to the point that it's affected my work and general life. I can tell that my co-workers can see that I’ve slowed down even more on my work but I don’t know what to tell them at all.

If I give them one stray detail that points to Seven at all, I’m done for. I’d be kicked out of my job and likely land myself a cell in the very place I go to guard and check over every day. That wouldn’t be nice at all.

Shedletsky has tried asking what’s up with my attitude and my work habits. I just say that I’m okay, I’m just a little tired but I think he sees in my eyes and the way I just look, that I am not in the least bit okay. He’s been pushing for the actual answer but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to talk to him about Seven and I. It’s just too risky.

Honestly I can’t tell if it’s because of the guilt and fear I have of being.. Removed from my place of administration. I know that Seven and I’s relationship is.. wrong but it feels so right? I can’t bear to be away from him like something is constantly pulling me back to him. We have this deep connection and then he just. Poof. Gone. And I never see him again?

I just can’t deal with that. I’ll either go insane trying to find him or go insane not trying to find him. Both ways I’m screwed if I do nothing then I’m also screwed! I can’t win in this situation.

If he would just answer my texts or calls and voicemails, maybe then I would go less insane without him. But with how things are looking, I don’t think I’ll ever get anything back. And If I was going good in this situation I would say that him leaving would be okay but I’m not doing good at all meaning that I am not okay with him suddenly leaving and saying nothing to me.

My command panel has only gotten WORSE since he left. It’s been buffering for longer and it's gotten the point of Seven’s command panel from what he was telling me about. It keeps glitching out and it rarely shuts down fully, there's always at least one thing running and it won't let me shut it down.

It’s not his fault at all. I don’t blame him for leaving, I just wish he would’ve said something by now. My only hope is to keep pushing forward and hoping that he will answer. My heart, soul and mind ache being away from him.

Every day without him I never take pride in. Something is wrong with me and I have no place to share or get it checked out. I’m stuck in this constant state of gloom and nothing to cheer me up. Things that would normally make me smile ear to ear don’t do it anymore. I smile but it’s not genuine.

When I get home I don’t do much. I lay in my bed, on my floor, anywhere I can really. And I just sit and think about life. I think until the sun goes down. The only thing that captures my mind anymore is golden hour. It shines just like Seven and it seems like the only thing I have left even though that isn’t true. I have many things from him, little gifts, clothing, jewelry even.

But none of it makes me think of him quite like the sun. He’s loud, bright, vibrant, radiant and warm just like the sun. There was never a dull moment with him. The sun is the closest thing I have to what he is but I know that the sun gives me only half of what he used to give me.

Sometimes I wonder if this is how.. I forgot his name but he was Seven's college buddy and roommate. Probably more with how close they were back then and from what I remember Seven showing on his phone to me.

..

Oh. His name was Noli. He seemed like a nice friend but from what Seven told me. He talked about Noli once and never again. I wonder what happened between the two of them but I’ll probably never know.

That’s okay though. Everyone has their own skeletons in their closets.

I’ve been thinking too much. But it’s golden hour, the warmth feels good against my cold carpet in my living room. I’m hungry but I don’t have much of an appetite or motivation to cook and eat.

I’m drawn back to the real world after hearing a knock at my door. I get up from my spot on the floor and walk to my door, unlock it and open the door.

It’s Shedletsky. He looks.. worried.

“Can I come in? Or are you busy right now?..” His voice is the only thing I’ve heard in a bit. I open my door wider and move out of his way. He walks in, just looking around for a bit before he walks over and sits down on my couch.

I close my door and lock it again. I walk back to my place on the floor where I previously was laying, I don’t sit on the couch. I look over at him and our eyes meet.

He starts to speak, “Doom- I don’t know what’s been going on but you just.. Haven’t been you. Everytime I ask you what's wrong you just either dodge my question or say that you’re fine. Something’s wrong. You barely even talk much anymore.” I just listen and continue staring at him as he talks. It’s peaceful until I realized I had to speak.

“I’ve been doing okay. I'm just a little tired, that's all Shed.” I give him what I usually do, maybe just saying it one more time will work.

He looks unconvinced, He didn’t buy it. “See that’s the same exact thing you’ve been giving me for months. You have just been going down for months at this point and I see it. You can’t fool me Doom, either you tell me what’s wrong or I’ll go looking myself.” It feels like the wind just got kicked out of me, I start fumbling in my mind thinking for anything but the truth but he looks at me with a threatening look.

Sweat is starting to form on my face and I can feel it slightly and ever so slowly dripping down my face. “I don’t- I can’t tell you.”

And his threatening look gets more threatening almost as if he WILL rip me piece by piece if I don’t tell him right now. “My.. partner of a year.. Suddenly stopped.. Talking or responding to me three months ago and I’ve been trying to not let it drown me down and it worked for a few weeks and then it didn’t.” I breathe out after saying all of that. It feels a little better with someone knowing what’s been going on but it feels worse having to share it.

He looks a little shocked but also relieved? Guess he wasn’t expecting that as an answer at all. “I’m sorry, did I hear that right? You have a partner..? And more importantly, They ghosted you?? Do you know why at all or any reasons why?” I’ve already gone through these thoughts and I have answers.

“It might’ve been because of how snappy and off I've been lately even before he ghosted me but we haven’t met up in five months at this point I mean we did call.. A few months ago, again before he ghosted me but other than that I haven’t done anything I could think of.” I just started playing with my carpet at that point, I need something to distract me a little from crying.

I’m not sure what’s going through Shedletsky’s mind currently, a few minutes pass before he starts speaking again. “Even then your mood swings aren’t even that bad! Just unexpected and very unpredictable. Are you sure that he didn’t drop hints to why?” He keeps asking questions I’ve already thought about and I still can’t find any reason for why Seven would disappear like that.

“No, I've been thinking about all of the questions you are thinking about right now for months. He was a very direct person and he didn’t just drop hints that weren’t obvious.” I keep a flat expression throughout all of the questions and back to back questions that Shedletsky asks.

For once I don’t try dodging his questions at all. It’s pointless. I don't know why I tried in the first place.

“You could try talking to him through my phone, maybe then he’ll pick up?” Stupid question. I thought of that too and again, he wouldn’t pick up.

“Shed, It won’t work I thought of it already and he didn’t even block me, he just isn’t responding. I haven’t been able to see him but I have been trying to get on the tiny trail he’s been leaving behind.” I sigh out, continuing to prod and pick at my carpet, still not looking at Shedletsky. I hear him sigh too.

And then he goes quiet for a few minutes again. “Have you thought of trying to.. Track him with your command panel?” I look at him f0r the second time he’s been in my house during this visit.

“I’m not going to abuse my authority to see where my partner is. And I don’t want to do something like that. Don’t get me started on how messed up my command panel has been and I still haven’t found the reason for it being messed up this bad.” I’m getting slightly annoyed thinking about having to attempt to fix my command panel again with how much shit it’s been giving me, those stupid pop up that demand me to write more code or in odd cases, for me to eat and drink random combos of foods that otherwise should never go together.

He looks progressively even more confused by me mentioning that my command panel is still not working or being as useful as it should be. “Whatever man. But about your command panel, I can see if I can take a look and point out anything I see wrong if you’re okay with it?” I nod, pull it into the physical space, crawl over to him before handing him my command panel and rolling back to my spot on the floor.

It’s silent for about 20 minutes in which I begin to start stressing because Shedletsky is never quiet for 10 minutes unless it’s quite serious. I’m hoping and praying that he didn’t find anything related to Seven’s c00lgui or whatever it's called, inside of my panel. I would be done for if any traces of everything and anything Seven related.

“Dude holy shit how did you let it get this bad without getting it checked! I’ve been going through recent activities and it keeps looping back to this local script that I cannot turn off or delete!” I hear him take a long and deep breath before speaking again. “It keeps repeating ‘too late’ on the screen! It’s been slowly eating at your code but it’s not.. Corrupting it as far as I can see? Only just consuming bits of information before feeding it back into the normal code.” And then after I hear a frustrated sound from Shedletsky. Seems like that script still isn’t budging.

“It’s not even letting me open it or read it, Doombringer! What kind of stuff did you do to get this script stuck into your command panel??” Now that part confuses me. A normal local script would allow for basically anyone with access to the script to view or edit it if it isn’t encrypted.

“Hold on, hand it over, I'll see if I can pry it open.” He gets up from my couch, hands me my command panel back before sitting next to me.

It isn’t even encrypted?? How come Shedletsky can’t view it? This is extremely odd for a local script. That is until I see the name inside the script. ‘New Code’ what the hell is that supposed to mean?

The more I keep digging into this script the more confused and weird it gets. It’s been coding the exact issues that I have been having and initiating them whenever with no pattern at all. I genuinely am lost in this script to the point I just close my command panel back up and put it away.

“Did you find the cause..?” Shedletsky leans over my shoulder, extremely in my personal space. I sigh and push him away a little before rubbing my face.

“I have no clue what the hell is wrong with my script but it’s partly the reason for why I have been behaving the way I have been.” He seems to perk up and I can tell by his reaction he has a few questions.

“What’s the coding? It wouldn’t allow me to see it man.”

I take a very deep inhale and exhale. “So it turns out that not only has it been coding my mood swings, it has been coding in my migraines, the weird food combo cravings, basically all of the things that I have been dealing with for months with no reason is because of this script. It wouldn’t let me disable it either so I have no clue what I’m going to do with this information.” I hear him gasp after his mind has finally connected the dots after months of me acting odd.

“I mean it can’t be that bad right..? Surely the stuff will go away and the script will let you delete it.” Shedletsky does not seem confident in this. Neither do I but what can I do? Basically no one else can mess with this code but me.

To be fair, Shedletsky is right, what’s the worst that could happen?

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Those were one of the last words I ever said to Doombringer. I meant those words. I could never take those three words back, I would never want to. I know he meant those words when he said them to me too.

He used to try calling me but he stopped trying a few weeks ago. He still texts occasionally, frequently even. When he should be doing work, he sends a text. He can’t see that I see what he’s been saying, not that I would ever tell him. Doing this to him already hurts my heart but I know it’s been affecting him quite a bit.

Doombringer is never desperate but the way he’s been texting me makes me want to go back to him and tell him it’s alright, I’m okay and that we’re safe but I can’t. The nightmares I’ve been dealing with for months have only gotten worse since I stopped talking to Doom.

They always start off with Doom showing up randomly, telling me that he doesn’t love me and that what we were was just a fling that meant nothing to him. And it ends with me getting flattened by his banhammer. It's never the same but it's usually the same sequence of events. I never see the Banlands, I just wake up in a cold sweat hyperventilating until I calm down.

Sometimes in the back of my mind I wonder what would happen if I respond to his messages, I answer his calls and listen to the voicemails he sends me. Then I am haunted with the thoughts of the Doombringer from my nightmares. I know that the Doombringer I see in my nightmares is not the one I love but it sits at the forefront of my mind whenever I think about it.

I get worried the longer his messages get, The more his mental state deteriorates in front of me through my phone. He thinks about me a lot though. I could do something, I could talk to him and try to get him feeling better. But I cannot do that and it hurts.

He says that the sun reminds him of me. It’s sweet but bitter, He still compliments me even as if I never stopped talking to him. As if I never left, that I am still near and in his house, just in another room than he is. He says that he doesn’t blame me for leaving and apologizes for things he shouldn’t have to.

He’s breaking down and I can only watch from a barrier I placed but I can’t remove.

In the back of my mind it reminds me it is only a matter of time until he does something that he will regret. Something drastic that only those close to him will remember. But I remember that he is strong and maybe he’ll make it through this alone.

And then I remember, no one really makes it through tough situations alone. I only hope someone close to him has realized recent his behaviors and actions. He’s one of those people that don’t exactly ask for help very bluntly, He waits until he breaks past his limit.

I could try and get in contact with someone close to him, He talks very highly about Shedletsky. Text or call them from an anonymous number and tell them to check in with Doombringer even if he says if he’s okay. Make sure they stay with him even if he seems like he’s getting better.

Doom is sometimes like a cat, he purrs, he’s curious like one too. One thing about cats is that they are very good at hiding if they are hurt. He’s very good at hiding it but I always see it. Something about an instinct so that predators can’t see them as vulnerable and pick them off easily.

I know he’s smart but he’s been a little unpredictable. He’s never been angry in the messages he sends. It’s always either him saying that he wishes I would come back, him pouring his heart out or just talking about his day. He says his days feel repetitive so he doesn’t talk about them much if nothing happened that day.

I’ve been trying to find out the root cause of my command panel malfunctioning and a local script is the only problem. It has only been active for at least 10 months, meaning it is very new. Pretty odd since I haven’t personally added it. It doesn’t seem harmful, only eating small quantities of my code from my command panel.

For some reason, I’m not the only source of where this code is pulling and eating from. It still won’t show me who else is contributing to the script but I doubt it’s another hacker with how clean and strong the other code is.

I mean technically my code is a little dirty but the local script does not care at all, I’m a source it can feed from when the other source isn’t producing as much as the local script wants.

Speaking of command panels and hacking, I haven’t stopped exploiting at all, It’s one of my hobbies I could never get rid of! It’s in my bones and locked into my body through and through. It’s very enjoyable when I see people in that pizza place scream about how their pizza is now on fire or how they, themselves are on fire!

I sometimes stick around to see if Doombringer shows up and he always does, I see how he has a hopeful look in his eyes realizing that I’m probably nearby still exploiting and causing chaos. And then how the shine and his smile leave his face after seeing that I had already left.

Helping the robloxians who were affected with a fake smile and a drooping tail. I smile when I see him do things like that, he likes helping people but he hasn’t looked happy at all. It seems like he’s gotten a little thinner, which deeply saddens me because it shows that he hasn’t been taking care of himself.

His messages tell me further that he’s barely getting through the days anymore without breaking down. I’ve read that he barely gets up from his living room floor since it’s normally where he can see golden hour and feel its full warmth shining on him. Or when he’s said that he doesn’t have the energy to make or eat food. It would explain his weight loss.

I’m not proud of what my absence is doing to him.

As I’m thinking more about talking to him. I hear a quiet huff next to me on my bed. I look over and I feel as if my blood runs colder than ice.

WHO THE FUCK’S RED BABY IS NEXT TO ME ON MY BED???

I quickly get up from my bed and look at my command panel which is surprisingly faster than it was before and it actually listens to me now! But as I’m looking, a random pop up on my command panel shows up. It reads ‘New Code officially produced, Have fun!’

That’s what the script was. It was a fucking baby. I quickly click on the local script and read through the most recent actions. ‘Teleport : New Code to MrDoomBringer = false. Reason : in active combat’ before it switched to ‘Teleport : New Code to 007n7 = true’

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Fuck. No wonder he’s been acting the way he has for months, we accidentally made a baby. A very.. Odd one at that. It’s slightly glowing like a glowstick, it's very subtle but you can see it. With horns and a tail. The horns are definitely from me and I can only guess the tail is from Doombringer.

I have no idea how to take care of a baby. I mean I babysat when I was younger but it was only 5-8 year olds.. Babies are completely different! Not to mention one that is VERY accidental with no one else to exactly help with taking care of a baby.

Would this count as karma for not talking to Doombringer sooner? Maybe but I can’t exactly go to him and say “hey so by the way, we have a baby! Can you raise it with me maybe even though I ghosted you for months??” hell no! He’s definitely not going to say yes. Which is why I’m not even going to try!

My first thought is to pick my phone up and google ‘how to care for a newborn’ then click the first website. Very clearly for first time parents who have things for a baby and were expecting one. I also look up a list of things needed for a baby and slowly spawn the stuff in, Look up a video of how to swaddle a baby and make sure that the baby is.. Content?

They fussed a little after I swaddled them before they went back to sleep.

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For the first time in my life after seeing a newborn I think. ‘Wow. I made that and it looks… Perfect.’

I go back to thinking, I scour online for hours until my phone has hit 2 percent, I plug my phone in and I start charging it so that I can continue researching until it’s late into the night, almost 3 am. I am suddenly startled by the loud and ear bleeding cries of my baby.

I put my phone down and pick them up, and by holding them, they seem to calm down instantly. Honestly it doesn’t feel so bad holding them at all, if anything it's calming to me too.

I just realized I would have to build most of the stuff I spawned in. Shit. I don’t even know if I have the supplies or tools for that?? Hopefully it’s not that hard building all of the stuff.

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..

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Hours later to the point that I can see the sun shining through my bedroom window, all of the stuff I had to build is made. I built a bassinet, another dresser for all the baby stuff that is now suddenly strewn around my room like a tornado ripped through it and threw it everywhere.

Not sure how the small baby on my bed is still sleeping soundly after I not so quietly just built most of the stuff needed for their first few months of living.. Either way! I pick them up again and grab the things needed to make baby formula and walk to my kitchen.

I follow the instructions and whatever, make the formula, make sure everything is right and everything I need to feed them is ready before I attempt to wake up the baby. I rub my thumb lightly on their face which.. Honestly, it didn’t do much so I resorted to speaking to them.

“Hey buddy.. I have your food, Can you wake up?” I see them fuss and open their eyes, looking at me with those big black eyes with basically no thought behind them. I walk to my couch in my living room, sitting on the couch and holding the baby the way that I read about when bottle feeding.

I give them the bottle and they start drinking from it. I make sure to let them take breaks in between drinking the formula until all of it is done. And I realize that I dread the next thing I have to do but it's necessary.. Burping a baby.

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Honestly that wasn’t that hard. Hopefully it’s this easy and smooth for the next few weeks.

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I wake up. It's pitch black outside.

What time is it? More importantly, why does it feel like my body went through a meat grinder before being spat back out and I’m being forced to put myself back together?Every movement hurts. My head is pounding, I can’t exactly make sense of my surroundings much anymore.

The cold concrete feels good against my searing hot body.

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Something clicks within my mind.

Something Angry.

Something Primal.

I’m missing something and I am confused at what it is. Like a star was stolen from my body and displaced. Brought out of space and placed right on earth. But it’s not where it should be. It’s not here with me. It’s somewhere else.

Somewhere It shouldn’t be. A place impossible for me to reach, no matter the strength I can exert from my body. Almost as if a higher being is laughing at my reach and just as I’m about to grab it, push it further away from me.

And then say to try again. Because the first time, it was ‘unfair’. Too close to me. It’s insanity, doing the same thing over and over and expecting for something to change like a miracle. Life doesn’t give miracles anymore and it won’t start again.

I’m shoved back into reality by familiar footsteps. Shedletsky’s signature footsteps. I turn my head in the general direction I hear them and I’m met with nothing. It takes a second for my mind to register where Shedletsky is, I hear flapping and look up.

He’s hovering above me in the air. We look at each other for a second then he descends from the sky, landing fairly gracefully just like he used to when he roamed Roblox as Telamon. It’s odd seeing him land this graceful, this up close after years of never seeing this carefulness. Shedletsky and Telamon are alike in some ways but Shedletsky is more mellowed out.

Telamon was.. Quite the show off back in the days. Which I guess would explain why many current robloxians paint Telamon as a god-like figure. When in reality, it’s Builderman who holds the highest power. Telamon stepped down years ago after his mistaken creation of 1x1x1x1 began to wreak havoc on robloxians, eventually deciding to banish 1x1x1x1 to the purgatory.

Which is the deepest part of the banlands. And honestly, the most unforgiving and brutal part. I strongly dislike checking up on that place, it’s either dead silence or the screams of the damned. Dead silence is scarier than screams.

My thoughts are brought to a close as I hear Shedletsky ask me something. “Did you catch those hackers before passing out or did you get beaten too hard?” I frown at the thought of some hackers beating me but they are quickly whisked away by the memories of what happened before I passed out.

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I’m hot on the exploiters' trails, they’re choosing to stick together rather than splitting up and instead making it easier for me to catch both of them at the same time. They’re fast but they aren’t exactly paying attention to what’s in front of them.

One of them trips, I see them struggle to get back up until their friend slows down and helps them up before dashing away from me in a different direction as before. I’m trying to cause as little damage to the surrounding objects around us, not everything is easy to replace.

Unfortunately for both of them, I’d already caught up and they were in striking distance. Just as I’m about to hit them, a throbbing strike of agony is pulsed through my being. I barely have any time to recover before it turns into stabbing pains through all of my body. My banhammer slams to the ground as I crumple down the floor with it.

As I’m passing out I think

Fuck I let them get away.

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“I.. tried but as I was going to hit both of them, it felt like a lightning strike hit my whole nervous system with pain and despair before searing cramps flowed through my body like blood in water.” I look up at him with a frown on my face, my tail flicking slightly with disappointment.

We stare at each other for a few seconds and then he responds. “I mean you got close to catching them, that counts.” I sigh and think about it before shaking my head. It ‘counts’? What am I, some shitty clean-up crew?? No! I’m a roblox admin, catching rulebreakers like them is easy! If it weren’t for whatever weird exploit they probably were able to land on me.

“No Shedletsky, It doesn’t count. I made an effort, yes, but in the end I lost the hackers.” It’s silent for a few minutes before he lends his hand towards me. I take it and stand up.

“Yknow if it keeps getting worse I might have to get Builderman involved, Doom.” And suddenly I’m sweating profusely and worrying about having Builderman being directly involved with what’s been going on with me for months.

I mean hell the guy has enough on his plate, He quite literally just sits in his office most days doing paperwork and replying to letters from robloxians. Whether those letters be complaints, wishes, advice or other random things. He always responds. It’s a task in itself to catch and ban rulebreakers but doing that while also doing paperwork on top of that??

He’s something else. It’s a wonder how he does it.

“No! We are definitely not getting him involved! He is busy as always, I’m sure it’s fine. You’ve been dealing fine with me.”

“Doom, sometimes you suck at lying and it’s very easy to tell.” I see as he points at my tail which is tucked between my legs. I look away and just rub the back of my head from under my bucket.

He walks up to me, grabs my other hand and I see he has his command panel pulled up. I have no idea where he’s planning to take me but I am slightly worried.

My worries are quickly dissolved when I realize we are in my house. Thank roblox. I can finally just lay down and sleep without interruption.

That is until I see Shedletsky grin at me as if I just walked into a trap of his. Which is probably not far off from what it actually could be. I let go of his hand and stepped forward only to hear a loud sound of a chicken.

He completely covered my house in invisible rubber chickens. I turned around expecting Shedletsky to be in the same exact place as he was before but he mysteriously disappeared.

He teleported away. You have got to be kidding me.

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I have decided against Doombringer’s will that Builderman will be notified of the current situation after a few weeks since I talked to Doom about his issue. I hate to do this but it’s gotten to the point that he’s in one of those pits, The type of pit that takes months to get out of. The dip in mental health that can cause someone to spiral and get dangerous, either it be to themself or others. I know Doom, He wouldn’t hurt anyone intentionally, even if they’re going against the rules and services of robloxia.

It’s hard to watch how much this absence of his partner is taking a toll on him, I see it bright as day and it gnaws at me. Knowing that someone would leave such a gentle, kindhearted and understanding man like Doom without a single phrase or word. He’s strong, yes and it takes a lot to break Doom. Meaning either it’s been happening longer than he said it started happening or it has to do with something else that’s majorly impacting his life in a negative way.

And it dawns on me. His admin panel. That one odd local script that only he could access. It’s happened before, with me. Though it was different, 1x1x1x1 started from code eventually being brought out physically through an egg that I had acquired on a random day back when I was previously known as Telamon. Suddenly all of his behaviors click into place, He’s going through postpartum. He’s trying to cope with the loss of not only losing his partner but likely their child they had together.

But then again he never seemed aware of his symptoms, just brushing them off as a type of sickness that would get better with medicine. What I saw a few weeks ago from the aftermath of him trying to get those hackers was either the loss of his child or the birth. Given the fact he doesn’t seem to know about said child at all, I might have to be the one to break the news to him about it.

Not something I should do now since he is mentally fragile and extremely hormonal without even knowing that he, himself is hormonal because of a child he doesn’t have in his possession and might not even know about. I should probably ask him more about the pain he felt before passing out and seeing if it matches up closer to childbirth or a miscarriage.

From what he’s said, it was likely childbirth. The child wasn’t able to form in his arms or in a spot close to him because of what he was doing, He was technically in combat due to the fact he was going after two exploiters. It only means the child is with the other parent, the other parent that is probably Doom’s partner that abandoned him.

The punishment fits the crime, Abandoning a person carrying a child for you and then being left with said child as karma. Given the lack of knowledge on himself, Doom’s partner likely didn’t know about his.. pregnancy..? It feels so weird putting the word pregnant and Doom within the same sentence, To be fair, Doombringers species isn’t well researched except for the few of his species including him, that have shown themselves.

His species or daemones spatii et stellarum, in short, a type of robloxian and demon that tend to have bodies that look like the stars and space. They tend to stay away from popular places, staying hidden in forests and really anywhere that deems their minds as fit. Doom has mentioned in passing that he’s one of a kind, he is the only of his species that have a pocket dimension and their full body excluding their head and tail that replicates stars and space quite like his patterns.

He also did mention that his species can sexually reproduce along with asexual reproduction at will but never by accident. That rules out that he might’ve accidentally produced a little mini him. Every single thing I uncover leaves me with more questions than answers, I could be a bad friend and start digging into his life deeper than he wants me to know.

I draw the line at that, if he wants to tell me something it’s going to be on his terms, not mine. I already denied listening to him when he said no to bringing Builderman into the matter. Technically what I did was wrong but I have no malicious intent at all, I’m worried for my friend and the only way I can help him is surrounding him with the people he pushed away.

It makes sense why he pushed people away. His mind was preparing for the arrival of a new addition to his household without even knowing why. I chalked it up to him being tired all the time and just in a very bad place mentally, I wasn’t far off but I didn’t expect something quite as odd as what I’ve found out. And honestly I’m so confused about everything that’s going on to the point it’s basically all I think about.

Who is his partner? Why would his partner leave? How do you not realize that you are pregnant despite the symptoms?? Just as I finish the last thought, I remember a distant memory, a conversation between Doom and I. We were just talking in his house, having a good time and just relaxing until the conversation got more deep and meaningful. Doom showed me something he was afraid of showing people, He let himself be vulnerable in front of me.

He told me that night that he was intersex and likely sterile. He was worried to tell anyone about it because they might view him differently for something he couldn’t control. That child goes against both of what Doom and I thought about him. Doom is perfectly capable of reproducing and raising children. Although likely not in litters like the rest of his species due to his biology.

The idea of having to deal with 3 or more infants at once deeply stresses me out. In Doom’s situation he would go insane because he lost basically the only one that should be there to help him. Doom is obviously too scared to tell me who his partner is and it deeply concerns me because normally he would’ve given me a description, how they behave and just how he loves them. But he never did that with the current partner and maybe the latest ex partner.

He has something to hide, he’s going to keep it quiet and make sure no one else finds out. It won’t kill him but telling him the fact that the same exact partner that ghosted him, might be in possession of the child that both of them probably didn’t even know about until the birth. Just great.

I stress about the potential consequences of not telling Doom but either he finds out and he freaks out, or I tell him and he freaks out. Both ways, This is not good. And personally, I’m good at dealing with Doom and all of that but his nervous system is going to constantly be high alert and go haywire when he’s not with someone to cling onto.

I mean in the animal world, parents always recognize their children and I doubt that Doom's instincts will be much different. Once he gets one look at his baby he’s going to freak out. I wasn’t different when I saw 1x1x1x1, I was shocked that something like 1x could happen. Admins typically aren’t meant to have children, they are allowed to yes, but having a child distracts an admin of their duties until their child reaches adulthood.

I wasn’t the best parent Roblox no. If anything I was terrible at it, maybe that’s why 1x turned out the way that they did. I was there for 1x physically but I wasn’t fully there and in the back of my mind I remember the times I said to 1x that I couldn’t aid them in bettering their swordsmanship because I had to report to Builderman or the tons of paperwork I had to fill out and I looked at them as their face dropped to something sad, lonely and disappointed before it switched to blank, almost as if they knew that I was going to say something like that. There isn’t a day where I don’t think about 1x before descending into hatred. Then again, anything born or raised with hate will come to use that hate. But I always think about the first time I ever laid my eyes upon 1x after hatching from their egg.

If I could go back to those times, I would. But time marches on, stopping for nothing and definitely no one. Never in my life would I have ever predicted that I would be figuring out that one of my closest friend and co-worker was going to be a parent without them knowing and basically no one in their life knowing. Quite the unique outcome.

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Due to Doom’s state, I didn’t exactly tell Builderman about what I think happened, only that he’s injured and needs a few months off of paid leave if it was available. Sure Doom won’t be happy about me doing this to him behind his back but it is necessary, his body went through trauma and it needs time to heal. Him trying to go back to patrolling the banlands and chasing after exploiters is the last thing he should do after this whole ordeal.

I should probably call Doom up and tell him before he tries going into work tomorrow only to find out he's been placed on paid medical leave. It’s not like he’s going to scream at me over the phone or whatever, he’s understanding!

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“What the fuck do you mean you told Builderman to place me on paid medical leave?? I’m not even injured, Shed! It wasn’t even that bad of pain that I had during my attempt at catching those exploiters!” He shouts loudly through the phone, my ears ring from it, I jinxed it the second I thought that Doom wouldn’t yell at me for this.

I nervously laugh a little before speaking. “Look Doom I really didn’t want to but I don’t think you recognize the extent of what happened during your chase for the hackers when you got struck down. That’s not normal and nothing like this has ever happened to you in the past at all.” I hear him huffing and puffing angrily as he tries to calm himself down before saying anything.

It’s silent for a few seconds before I hear him sigh tiredly. “Shed, I know that you care for me and stuff like a good friend but this is insane, I need to make up for what I dropped months ago!” And yes while technically doing what I did was insane but it was necessary!

“Doom it was for a good cause, please just trust me.”

“What cause! The cause of not letting me make up work that I was slacking on for months, letting myself rot around and lay in my house like an unmovable rock??” He hollers through the phone and genuinely all of his screaming is starting to make my ears hurt really bad. I stretch my wings and flap them a little before walking to my couch in my house and sitting at it.

“No- Doom that’s not the issue dude, I don’t-” I’m tripping over my words trying to figure out what to say to him and why I did what I did in the first place but the words aren’t forming and suddenly I spew out in a cluster of a fast paced sentence, “You literally gave birth not even 2 days ago and you’re asking why you can’t go back to work!”

I feel all of the blood my body freeze and turn ice cold as sweat drips down my face like bullets. The silence is so loud I only wish that he would’ve said something immediately after I revealed that to him and I hear him take a few shaky and deep breaths before silence again.

“What are you talking about! I was definitely NOT pregnant recently, I was just extremely sick and depressed!” And he’s shouting again, I try explaining myself but nothing comes out, only mumbles and quiet words.

I swallow the spit in my mouth. “It’s just- all of the things you told me about months ago and even a few weeks ago quite literally lines up with all of the symptoms of pregnancy! That local file that I found on your command panel? Yeah that thing? That was quite literally your child that you didn’t even realize you were making! And sure, we both thought you were sterile but why didn’t your partner and you make sure that something like this didn’t happen!” I’m staring at my wall like an idiot as I ramble out my explanation.

“Why didn’t you just tell me earlier!”

“I didn’t even know that you had a partner, how would I realize you could be pregnant?!”

..

“I think I need time to… sort this out. And call several people.”

“Yeah you go do that uhm.. Bye Doom.” And he just hung up without saying bye or anything. I have no idea what I was expecting when I accidentally said all of that stuff to him.

Fuck.

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It has been a few long strange months since a random glowing red baby showed up on my bed and changed my life more than I could’ve ever predicted. It's been.. Hectic. To say the least. I don’t even have a name for my own baby! Then again it is the baby I didn’t even know that Doom was carrying. Kinda makes me think that if I didn’t know, maybe he didn’t know. Maybe he’d like to see our baby.

Our loud stupid radiating glowing potato baby.

I’ve thought about names but none of them seem.. Fit for them. Everything is overused and overrated, I want something unique that catches eyes, makes someone listen when they hear it. The longer I hold my baby and think, the more important their name feels.

Doom would’ve had better names than me.

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I just had the best idea ever, what if I name them after my command panel! Oh this is a great idea, Yes.

“C00lkidd. That’s your name.” C00lkidd just looks at me with a stupid smile before squirming around and giggling while they grab for me. I could never possibly resist such a cute face and I lift C00lkidd out of the crib then cradling them in my arm as I open my command panel.

Since I wanted food on standby for C00lkidd, I already had made a bottle prior to waking them up. I crafted up a script that would put the bottle into the microwave for 10 seconds before taking it out and teleporting it to rest on the counter to cool down so it’s at a safe temp for C00lkidd to drink.

In the meantime, I lift them into the air and twirl around slowly while making airplane sounds as the warm sound of laughing fills my room in full. I smile when I hear it, it's the type of laugh that makes you believe, just for a moment, that everything is okay and it feels great because your baby is happy. I swear that every time I see C00lkidd’s face, it only gets brighter by the day but honestly that might be because of their genes from Doom.

To be fair, Doom is one of a kind type of guy. Never have I met someone quite like him. All about space and shit like that! He’s an oddball from what he told me about his species standards, technically an outcast with the way he’s described how the rest of his species look and tend to behave. Roblox knows how weird C00lkidd is going to end up, They literally glow like a glow stick!

I’m abruptly knocked out of my thoughts as I hold C00lkidd close to me and I feel their tiny hands gripping mine then I’m pulled back to reality. I quickly walk out of my room and into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle and feeling it to see if it’s the right temperature before I give it to them. I walk to my living room and sit down on the couch as slowly as I can to not jostle C00lkid, get into the right holding position and give them their bottle. I feel their tail slightly wagging from where I’m holding them as they stare dead into my eyes while feeding. Only 6 months old and nailed my stare, this baby is definitely mine.

I space out for a few minutes before hearing C00lkidd fussing, I take the empty bottle out their mouth before grabbing one of the rags and starting to burp them. It doesn’t take too long for them to do it, I clean up their face and rub one of their cheeks as I blow raspberries at them. Those cute giggles fill my house once more and my heart feels light. I place down their empty bottle on the side table next to the couch.

I carefully walk over the many toys strewn around the living room before putting C00lkidd into their jumper then I put the tv on with one of the stupid baby sensory videos. Normally the fruit dancing one, and honestly I feel ashamed to admit it but these videos are very mesmerizing down to the point that I catch myself genuinely watching them. So it’s no surprise when I see C00lkidd just jumping around waving their arms around while smacking the toys mounted to their jumper as they mindlessly stare at the screen with drool dripping out their mouth.

I shake my head, grabbing one of their pacifiers then popping it into their mouth, kissing their head and walking away with their empty bottle I grabbed from the side table to the kitchen to wash it. I wash the bottle as thoroughly as I can while keeping a very steady eye on C00lkidd, who anyway, wasn’t doing much but it only takes seconds for everything to go wrong.

I figure, mind as well I do the household stuff like vacuuming and laundry. I walk around the house grabbing clothes and other things of the like and put it in the washing machine before walking to my room then gathering the clothes thrown around, walking back to the washing machine, putting the detergent onto the clothes then turning it on.

I walk away from the washing machine to the living room to pick up the toys before I vacuum the house. I quickly put everything away that C00lkidd wasn’t recently playing with, moved their jumper and them out of the way before putting on the noise cancelling headphones onto C00lkidd. I plug up the vacuum and start vacuuming through the house which doesn’t take that long at all. I put the vacuum away before grabbing out the mop and basically mopping the hell out of the tiles in the kitchen and the bathroom.

I wipe down basically everything in the house as if I’m a madman before I feel I can finally rest. Once I’m done, I take C00lkidd’s headphones off and pull C00lkidd who is in the jumper with me and let them continue watching their baby sensory videos. I walk over to the couch and sit down. My mind is still on high alert but I allow myself to relax until I hear a ringing from my bedroom.

OH. forgot my phone in my room. I run over to my room, grab my phone as it is still ringing before running to the living room and sitting down. I look at the caller and it’s-

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OH FUCK. IT’S DOOM.

I let it ring like I always do.

I space out thinking about the fun things he and I would do when we were alone together. Especially the nights where we didn’t care if we got caught high on weed, the weird conversations and loud laughter when our minds finally processed the information that flooded our senses. One night stays in the back of mind at all times or at least one scene of what happened that night.

We were sitting on the floor of his living room as we faced each other with an ashtray in the middle of us. I remember taking one long drag from the blunt we shared and before I could puff the smoke out, Doom shotgun kissed me. It got pretty heated from then on but I know that it felt like heaven's gates opened up just to the two of us for a brief moment. Those nights were never fast and gone like leaves in the wind, Those nights were always slow, drawn out and nothing short of glorious victory.

If I could go back to that night and experience it over and over without knowing that it happened before, I would.

But things have changed and I don’t have time for such activities. Drugs aren’t exactly the best thing to have around a baby since babies require 24/7 full attention. I wouldn’t have it any other way though, C00lkidd is a pretty amazing baby even though they basically do nothing all day other than just being a baby. But there are hard nights where they just won’t stop crying until I wrap myself in a heating blanket and hold them, they go back to sleep almost minutes after.

Doom always ran a hotter body temperature. It breaks my heart because while C00lkidd never met Doom, they always want something that is like him. The only time that Doom met C00lkidd was probably opening his command panel. Technically it wouldn’t count as meeting since neither of us knew at the time what the hell was going on with our panels, we didn’t know what to look for.

To be fair, command panel babies aren’t common at all. If anything, they are extremely rare and most times it’s between two admins that have command panel babies. There’s not any documentation of two exploiters or an admin and exploiter having command panel babies. Doom and C00lkidd are ones of a kind but that won’t make me love them less, It just says that they’re unique and you’ll never find someone like them again.

My phone stopped buzzing a half hour ago and yet here I still am, thinking about Doom. I guess that’s another thing about Doom, he never leaves my mind and my thoughts about him only multiplied since I left months ago.

I regret it but I have a piece of him with me, a piece of myself he’ll never get to see but also a whole new person that has the ability to feel and think for themself. I think that's the most amazing part of this. That I get to show someone the world and guide them through different experiences, Show them how to live and love. I feel so much joy and happiness whenever I think about C00lkidd’s future because my mind just can’t wrap around the fact I was able to partake in the creation of such an amazing thing.

C00lkidd is going to be an extraordinary person and I know it, I feel it in all of my blood, bones and flesh.

I look at C00lkidd who still has the mindless look on their face while staring at the screen but this time I see their eyes struggling to stay awake. I decide it’s enough screentime so I slowly sit up from my couch and walk over to C00lkidd before picking them up. I walk to C00lkidds crib before placing them down. It’s like a switch goes on in their brain whenever they lay in their crib to fall asleep.

And honestly, a nap doesn’t seem so bad for myself either. But I remember that I haven’t eaten at all so I walk back to the kitchen, making myself some cereal and eating it. I clean the dish before I walk back to my room, flop on my bed and stare at the ceiling, watching as imaginary shapes dance across it like the stars lighting up the night sky.

I eventually resort to attempting to count sheep but that doesn’t seem to work at all. I wasn’t one for going to sleep easy at all even during my childhood years I just couldn’t go to sleep. Eventually later on, I was diagnosed with the eternal suffering known as Insomnia. It lessened with Doom for some reason, he helped it and I miss those nights where I could pass out with my face shoved into his chest with my arms wrapped on his waist as he holds me close. Just thinking about it makes me yearn for the sleep his presence provided me, I felt safe in his arms. Almost like he was melatonin for my mind, the stuff never worked on me in pill form but to me, he was my melatonin.

I really don’t want to give that title up for him and I hope C00lkidd doesn’t get the insomnia I got, or Insomnia at all because it sucks ass I would in fact wish insomnia on my worst enemy because it is that bad.

But hey, life is a bitch and then you continue on living.