Scrubbing Out the Stains

Chapter 15

Brim had found a new game to consistently play than Minecraft.

Roblox.

Currently, Brim has amassed a good fortune of Robux from designing games.

Of course, Brim wanted the full experience of a "Robloxian", so he managed code in a bank account in the Omega Timeline without anyone noticing. Then he created money, which could be counted as counterfeit, but Brim literally coded that shit into existence so there isn't really a difference.

However, despite it being severely illegal, Brim felt no guilt as he wasn't caught and he only put in a small amount of money into the account so there would be no rising suspicions around it.

Originally, Brim was once a very law-abiding citizen, but now they don't care anymore.

You could call this the maturing process.

Away from their criminal activities, Brim surely has gotten a good amount of experience with creating due to Roblox Studio. As in, they learned a lot about game design.

Brim had to admit that their early games were low quality, but the idea behind it was nice.

Right now, Brim was redesigning those mentioned games. To be honest, they wanted to delete their early games, but they noticed how there was a small community playing around on them so Brim just left it be.

Yes, the emotion of kindness. Or could it be called consideration?

Stop that Brim, focus.

Actually don't focus, take a break from Roblox and literally go do your job you haven't done in a week.

—

Brim can confidently say that he is a professional at his job.

He has been doing this for a good while and he has seen his fair share of Ink's messes that he learned some self-taught protocols when dealing with those types of AUs.

Because of his expansive experience in a massive resume that will most definitely land him a high paying job of being an engineer, Brim quickly cleaned up two large AUs that were close to colliding and causing a blackhole.

I know, it's overpowered, but Brim defends himself with how he is a baby and he can adapt quickly because of his youth.

But now, Brim is back on the grind in Roblox.

Kind of.

They're playing another Roblox game rather than working on their self-appointed projects.

It is what it is.

Brim honestly sucked a obby games, but Brim wanted to get better so he won't ever be caught lacking.

Seriously, Brim will not make future friends and then they laugh at his shit ass parkour skills in games.

It was proving to be a struggle though.

Brim was playing a game that involved a ladder and no jumping. Didn't remember the name and he had no intentions on memorizing the name.

Seriously though, his bony ass was getting kicked so hard.

If only Error imparted the wisdom of parkour to Brim rather than just give him destructive powers.

Wait.

"u need help?"

Who?

Actually, it doesn't matter. He desperately needs help.

"ye"

"i'll try my best to help u out"

"k"

—

Brim sat slouched, holding a small roll of paper in between his fingers and stared off into the unfeeling Void.

The lack of a horizon line in his sights resonated with Brim's current emotional state.

After that random guy on Roblox started helping him out with parkour and for a couple of hours, the other had to leave.

Something along the lines of, "i got business to do, srry".

Then Brim's mental state was hit with a total of mountain-sized psychic damage.

"btw, u got rlly bad parkour skills lolziez"

And the motherfucker had the gall to FUCKING LEAVE RIGHT THERE.

So Brim did the next logical step his young brain thought out. He's going to fucking dox this bitch.

Of course, Brim wasn't heartless enough to air out the other's identity in public, he was just going to DM the other's personal information.

After that, if Brim ever saw the other in person then they would spit on them.

Then Brim went on a rage-fuelled, spite-filled investigation and in the end found out about something they rather not have.

It was Ink.

...

Brim took a breath of the roll of paper that had no tobacco nor magical drugs in it, and exhaled deeply.

You know, this still doesn't actually change their plans. They are still going to spit on Ink's face if they ever meet in real-life.

—

Ink accepted JanitorWater69's friend request and closed his laptop.

Earlier Ink had abruptly stopped playing Roblox in order to help out with Blue blowing up his kitchen again, and when he got back online he found a friend request.

Other than JanitorWater69 being really bad at parkour, it was amusing playing with them.

"Hm? What's this?"

It was a DM from JanitorWater69.

"what im about to say next is OOC of me, so u don't have to listen."

They continue, "do u wanna meet up irl?"

Ink felt a little perplexed.

He literally just played with this guy for a couple of hours and then they wanted to meet up? Did they really have that much fun with him?

After a moment of consideration, Ink shrugged.

"kk 😊"

Ink felt his spine start itching.

He darted his eyes around the DoodleSphere.

?

Must be nothing.

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(A/N: I'm alive. I literally finished finals, graduated high school, and now I have a lot of time for summer break. I also gathered enough motivation for this chapter after I reread wtf I just wrote.

I think I'm quite genius for including Roblox).

Published June 20, 2023