ᥬ⌑ Shedletsky˙∘˚•𓆪

Let's say that after studying for hellish hours, financial problems, and a lot of stress, you finally finished your degree, and that led to you starving. You looked for any place that would accept you, but they preferred experienced staff or were already full. Then, thank all the gods of Robloxia, you were accepted into Roblox.

There are many rumors about that place, from a massive hack that even Doombringer himself couldn't defend against, to admins who were once gods, and of course, Roblox itself. You were very eager and excited to finally meet the admins you saw so much on TV or in the news.

You got up, showered, dressed formally, and went at the exact time you were asked, and oh my god... the place is beautiful, admins all around, everyone mingling and without any stress, or well, that's what you'd say if your bubble hadn't been burst. The place was chaos, clockwork running from hallway to hallway delivering paperwork, doombringer on the verge of using the ban hammer on everyone, builderman checking a bunch of photos and classifying ages, roblox, well, doing nothing, dusekkar trying not to reformat the computers, in short, complete chaos.

It was so bad that they didn't even introduce themselves when they saw you; they just spoke to you asking for help, and even with extra hands, they couldn't get the place in order. Then you heard Roblox's somewhat robotic voice telling everyone to go eat. You sat down alone (generally, everyone was eating alone). The silence was heavy; the others were too stressed and nervous to talk to you. But then you saw him, Shedletsky. Finally, someone friendly in this place.

You sat at the same table as him, but you didn't receive a warm welcome, only silence. Shedletsky had his head down, eating chicken from a bucket. He was even stressed from the long hours of work. He only looked up and gave you a smile, friendly but tired.

-Ohh.. hi hehe sorry for what you have to go through now-