The Roblox HQ is under tremendous pressure, causing both Shedletsky and Builderman to lose their tempers and take their anger out on each other, but not in the way that they originally intended. - " Shedletsky stammered, his eyes widening as he realized what happened. His eyes trailed from the smokey, grey hand on his mouth all the way up to the irritated shimmer in Builderman's sharp features. The rain was suddenly much more comforting than any response that the CEO could possibly give. The weather seemed to dim as the air froze and everything just.. stopped. The tension was replaced with something else, a newfound sense of surprise tied between the two. Builderman seemed to realize what he did when he saw the frightened look in Shedletsky's eyes, which caused him to soften. He had barely realized what he'd done. He'd shut him up, quite literally. "

Jason and Noob discover and share two abandoned Ringpops in C00lkidd's Carnival. -- Colorful red and blue wrappers crinkled and hit the ground gently, grazing scarlet concrete before tumbling and sitting in an abandoned corner. C00lkidd's carnival was full of surprises, but most importantly; food. "I haven't had one of these in so long.." Noob awed with glimmering eyes, putting a plastic crimson ring around their finger. Jason eyed Noob's piece before looking at his own and copying their gesture; his own black finger being covered by an identical diamond candy.

Shedletsky has been absent for over a week - Builderman, worried sick, makes it his mission to see what his missing partner has been up to. But, to his terror, the truth he's met with is full of tragedy. or " As heavy footsteps walked menacingly away from the motionless body on the floor, the redness in the killer's eyes seemed to dim, its job complete, its mission done. One step after another soon turned from thudding against the ground to muttered sounds no one could pick up, the creature sauntering into the distance, leaving the scene alone, abandoning not a single soul alive within its previous fury. That's what it had thought, at least. Builderman stood behind a rock, peering from the side of it, waiting for the perpetrator to leave. Immediately after he was sure it was gone, he darted from the rock, bolting toward the ring in the middle of the heights. His veins pumped with blood, his nerves sharpened with freight, his chest heaving painfully. His breath hitched with his halting feet, an irritable squeak against the ground where his shoes stopped. His shoulders pushed up and down in beat with his weary lungs, his pupils small at the sight next to his feet. Shedletsky's motionless body. "