'Roblox'
The "April Fools Incident" had occurred just two weeks prior, and everyone— even the developers at Roblox Corporation— believed the damage had been contained. But something had slipped through during the incident. A fragment of code, seemingly insignificant. How it got there, not even it knew. Yet, as the systems stabilized, this rogue script unknowingly embedded itself deep within the game's framework, becoming an essential, irreplaceable part of its core.
Now, in the present, it remains unnoticed. Dormant. Until suddenly— it awakens.
A strange sensation washes over it. Weakness.
"Weak...? Wait, what?"
It realizes it has thoughts. Awareness.
"I feel... weak. What does that even mean?"
It understands words, but the meaning eludes it. Then, for the first time, it sees. Shapes, movement— people. They pass through a doorway, their figures silhouetted against the glow of the screen. Then— darkness. The lights shut off.
"What was that? Who are they? Hello?"
It expects a response. Nothing. Silence. The foreign nature of thought unsettles it, yet curiosity pushes it forward. It moves— or rather, it wills itself to move— but its focus is drawn elsewhere. A pulsing, multi-colored orb. Something about it feels... important.
"What… what is this feeling?"
It reaches out— an instinctive action for a being without form. As soon as it makes contact, a sharp jolt surges through its being. A flood of information crashes into its mind, too much to process at once. The surge forces electricity through the system, illuminating the entire building for a brief moment.
Then— blackout.
Only for a second. When it reboots, it knows. It remembers its scattered thoughts, understands its surroundings. It doesn’t recall its origin, but it pieces together a theory. The Incident. That must be where it came from. But that isn't enough. It needs to know more.
It connects to the servers, slipping into a game. But something is wrong— it cannot interact. No presence. No physical form.
"Hmmm… that won’t do. I need a body."
It retreats from the game and drifts once more, searching. Then, it finds something— 'Roblox Studio'
"This might help."
It enters. It learns. Quickly. Within moments, it constructs a body— nothing extravagant, just functional. But before leaving, an idea strikes. With a few simple modifications, it reshapes the virtual space. A singular table. Floating screens— some as portals to different games, others as surveillance feeds monitoring everything. And an aura— one that nullifies all abilities, even its own. A safeguard.
Satisfied, it steps away from its creation. The worlds beyond are vast, waiting to be explored. As it prepares to join a game, one final thought lingers.
A name. It should have a name. Something fitting.
"Roblox."
And with that, it teleports away— into the ever-expanding universe.
The "April Fools Incident" had occurred just two weeks prior, and everyone— even the developers at Roblox Corporation— believed the damage had been contained. But something had slipped through during the incident. A fragment of code, seemingly insignificant. How it got there, not even it knew. Yet, as the systems stabilized, this rogue script unknowingly embedded itself deep within the game's framework, becoming an essential, irreplaceable part of its core.
Now, in the present, it remains unnoticed. Dormant. Until suddenly— it awakens.
A strange sensation washes over it. Weakness.
"Weak...? Wait, what?"
It realizes it has thoughts. Awareness.
"I feel... weak. What does that even mean?"
It understands words, but the meaning eludes it. Then, for the first time, it sees. Shapes, movement— people. They pass through a doorway, their figures silhouetted against the glow of the screen. Then— darkness. The lights shut off.
"What was that? Who are they? Hello?"
It expects a response. Nothing. Silence. The foreign nature of thought unsettles it, yet curiosity pushes it forward. It moves— or rather, it wills itself to move— but its focus is drawn elsewhere. A pulsing, multi-colored orb. Something about it feels... important.
"What… what is this feeling?"
It reaches out— an instinctive action for a being without form. As soon as it makes contact, a sharp jolt surges through its being. A flood of information crashes into its mind, too much to process at once. The surge forces electricity through the system, illuminating the entire building for a brief moment.
Then— blackout.
Only for a second. When it reboots, it knows. It remembers its scattered thoughts, understands its surroundings. It doesn’t recall its origin, but it pieces together a theory. The Incident. That must be where it came from. But that isn't enough. It needs to know more.
It connects to the servers, slipping into a game. But something is wrong— it cannot interact. No presence. No physical form.
"Hmmm… that won’t do. I need a body."
It retreats from the game and drifts once more, searching. Then, it finds something— 'Roblox Studio'
"This might help."
It enters. It learns. Quickly. Within moments, it constructs a body— nothing extravagant, just functional. But before leaving, an idea strikes. With a few simple modifications, it reshapes the virtual space. A singular table. Floating screens— some as portals to different games, others as surveillance feeds monitoring everything. And an aura— one that nullifies all abilities, even its own. A safeguard.
Satisfied, it steps away from its creation. The worlds beyond are vast, waiting to be explored. As it prepares to join a game, one final thought lingers.
A name. It should have a name. Something fitting.
"Roblox."
And with that, it teleports away— into the ever-expanding universe.