Long ago, When Builderman first made the platform of Robloxia, A vessel, a soul for the platform was made alongside it, it was fine at first, it got along with the Admins quite well. Until the Spawn Points were made. It ran away. Bulderman had thought it was gone. But she came back.

[MIGRATING STORY‼️‼️] "An identified body was found on the streets in front of Robloxia hospital yesterday night." Med, a tired, barely surviving medical student with a story she'd rather not share hiding behind her professional coat, has been suddenly transported to another realm. She has too many questions. But one always stuck on the back of her mind like a stubborn leech. Is this what she deserves? ────────꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ──────── HIII HELLO AND WELCOME!!! THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC EVER SO UHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING!! I dont rlly update it often but I still write on it, so uhhhhh.... YEAH! (Ps. If I get some of the medication wrong I'm sorry) I DO NOT have a consistent posting schedule, so I might be gone for months at a time💔

܀⊹ 𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 ; 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. ﹒₍₎﹕𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂﹗‧₊˚ ⌗ .܀ ⊹ ╭﹒ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁﹒ . . 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ╮ ﹕★﹒.. ˚ 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 ﹕ ﹕﹒꩜﹒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 ﹕ ﹕﹒୨ৎ﹒' 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓? ﹕ ╰﹒𖹭﹒ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑?╯ ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊༺ . ༻‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ 𐔌 . ⋮ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍.. ! .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊༺ . ༻‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

WHATEVER my oc that I'll use for this story is D1V1N3, Moonlight cookie wannabe. The art of the thumbnail is mine! Don't ask why it's two time suffering-

When a random robloxian with a love for music is infected by a zombie virus and sent to the realm of the damned they're faced with more dangers than they have in their entire life, sadly she also has to face one of society's greatest fears: socialization. She also has no clue they're infected, for some reason they seem completely normal. Might be a Forsaken x OC sorta.

The newest survivor acts a little strange... a bit intruding, far to excited during rounds, off handed comments every now and then. It's fine. They're all stuck here together whether they like it or not; noone really has a choice... do they?