Maybe Roblox Was A Good Game After All

adopt me

This is my first x reader and it's a fuckin joke (kinda) don't bully

Also I don't know batshit about how anything political works, how to write long scenes, and how to no be fuckin weird xo 🥰

Y/N's POV

I scrolled through the endless roblox games list and sighed, then buried my head in my pillow. Id played what felt like all of them, and was ready for something new. I considered trying o actually find a new game, but instead clicked Adopt Me again. Oldie but a goodie, right? I spent a good 15 minutes wandering around the game before a party invite popped up. It read, "Party at my house I'm lonely lol".

I clicked navigate, because why not? I found the house, and it was the millionaire mansion. Not bad. I thought to myself. I'm not the only one who wastes money on this game. I found a few other people in the house, all using various dance emotes.

A random person with a boy avatar walked up and said, "Hi! Thanks for coming to my party! :)" I figured it was worth my time to talk to him, I mean, he seemed nice. "Yw! Nice house btw!" I replied, all bubbly. He replied much faster than I expected, considering I thought everyone who played adopt me played mobile. "Thanks! And I like your dragon!" I glanced at the pet I was using at the moment, a neon frost dragon. Yeah, I had no life. I politely replied, "Thank you,!"

After a moment, I added, "What are your favorite roblox games?" He said, "I like Tower of Heck and sometimes I play Royale High lol" Small talk similar to this continued for a good five minutes until I sent him a friend request. He accepted and we kept playing Adopt Me until he quickly said "gtg" And left the game. I shrugged and powered off my laptop, then took out my sketchbook. Time to suffer from the need to make art.

I laid in bed, hitting my sketchbook repeatedly when my phone dinged. I had one roblox notification. It was a dm from the guy I was playing with earlier, it read, "Hi! Sorry I had to get off :P wanna play tomorrow?" I hesitated, then replied, "Sure! What game?" Just moments later he answered, "Tower of Heck or Survivor, you pick" I laughed aloud. A nice boy? On roblox? This was a first. "Tower of Heck sounds good! Around the same time?" I eventually decided. It took him longer this time, but he replied, "Sounds good!"

I turned off my phone and lobbed it at my laptop, then laughed aloud. It seemed like I had myself a friend! I then turned towards my one enemy, the sketchbook.

...

My mom called me down to set the table before dinner, and I noticed the news was on. Something about the president's son being freakishly tall. I didn't care, he was just another rich skinny white boy. (Yes I played that card fuck off) My dad started talking about how the protesters were rioting and downtown was wrecked and said something to the effect of "Call your friends, see if they're okay" Or something. I was already zoned out.

I headed back to my room and watched YouTube until my phone buzzed with TikTok notifications. I clicked because I was bored, and was greeted with an Anonymous flower edit. I am constantly bamboozled by gen Z.

I scrolled and scrolled through TikTok until I got a roblox notification, which I naturally clicked. It was a dm from the boy I talked to earlier. "U up?" I snorted aloud. Was he trying to be smooth or cliche? I responded sarcastically, "No I am asleep zzzz" He said simply, "lol" Then a moment later, "wanna play tower of heck?" I said yes, and we ended up spending an hour screaming and laughing over this frustrating game.

At 1:43 am, I decided to ask him which time zone he was in. "Eastern Standard Time, you?" He asked. "Same!" I exclaimed. Then I added, "wait wyd up this late" He claimed sleep wasn't even an idea in his life, which actually made me laugh aloud.

At 2:59 am, I said I had to actually sleep at this point. He agreed and we logged off, all in all, this was a good day!

...

My mom was vacuuming outside my door when I woke up at 8:42 am. I yawned, stretched, grabbed my phone, and... Wait, my phone's dead. As I walked through the kitchen to grab a charger, I noticed the news was on again, talking about Coronavirus and murder hornets and whatever else 2020 was cooking up for us. It cut to commercials so loud I yelped, then I slammed the down arrow on the the volume control so hard the remote slid across the counter top. I sighed and walked back upstairs.

I grabbed my laptop and checked if last night's friend, JumpyTurtlee, was online. Strangely, he was not. If he can play at 2 am, can't he play at 9? It didn't matter. I glared at my sketchbook and started the process of hating my art again.

A/N: I am aware it's shit and my attention span is that of a crouton but I stg it gets good xo

Pls don't bully me uwu