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[March 18th, 1995]
"He's coming to it again! Everyone, stand away! Clear out! Tell the admins that the Reveal will be pushed to next month. Everyone, move!"
The marching of hundreds of thousands of feet grew distant as the lights flooded the man's vision. He groaned with ache in his throat as he pushed himself to at least be seated in a position that didn't leave him feeling vulnerable. A state that no one all of Robloxia should see the CEO in. Especially in the event that was being held, about the maintenance of safety and overall health to all of the citizens that lived under his protection. All of that nervousness that built into never-ending hours of sleepless nights on a stress-filled stomach.
The CEO had no idea what had occurred, except for the sheer pain that came from his end of his neck at the moment.
"Stay down, man. The doctors are helping you out right now and you're really not making it easy for them."
A yellow face emerged from the top of his head, peering down at him with a smile and pity in his eyes. The face chuckled silently and patted the CEO on the chest. The face was two merged into one but at the same time, it looked like two completely different people. Albeit blurry, he could tell exactly who this was.
"J-John?"
"At least you aren't brain dead!," said John Shedletsky in all of his casual glory. He was always dressed the same, in his light blue shorts that reached his knees and his white 'Blame John!' shirt ("What? It's a great way to market myself to the public!").
"What... happened? Everything's... spinning all 'round..."
"That's just the numbing kicking in. Now, turn over."
"Why? W-what?"
"Mr. Builderman. This is an urgent procedure. You have to listen to Mr. John Shedletsky and lay on your stomach. There's not that much time left since its barely at the top layer of your skin," said a different person now, dressed in a blurred professional white coat.
"My skin?! The hell is under my skin?! Can someone tell what is- AH DAMN!"
Sweat glands formed as the CEO could sense a type of movement carving out of his body. His body arches in an instant, then shriveled back into where his head his tucked inside his legs.
"Hey... Hey! BUILDER! HEY, YOU! DO YOU NOT SEE THIS?! HELP HIM!"
John calm demeanor had totally vanished, now replaced by a man who commanded respect like he should already. Voices circled overhead while hands flipped The CEO over to his stomach as gently as they could. Usual volume turned to shouts when the pain grew heavier. It began to tear at his flesh, ripping each muscles in his back as if something was trying to escape from him.
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The lights were dimmed as the CEO opened his eyes. His surroundings felt off and unfamiliar until his took full view of the ceiling. A fan hanging on it was missing at least two of its propellers, one having to be bent in an accident when he and the Mains rocketed a tennis ball too hard against the ground. This was his office.
And based on the position of the fan, he assumed he had been laid down on the red couch that faced the hallway where any worker could walk down. His construction hat was laid on his chest, near him like he always had.
"Doom! Big B's awake!"
"He is? What are you waiting for then? Get in there?!"
"John? Doom? Where are you guys at?"
The CEO lifted his head to see the both admins jogging through his main hallway to where he was located, relief washing over their faces.
"Thanks goodness on 2x2, are you feeling any better," whispered the dark red hunk that was the admin Doombringer. Despite his more than intimidating appearance, he was one of the kindest people to ever grace the HQ grounds.
"Yeah," the CEO smacked his dry lips. "Its all like... fuzzy, you know?"
"Oh right!," John blurted out, turning to Doom's ear. "How are we gonna tell him again? 'Cause it ain't gonna be me-"
John was always known as the loud one of the Mains, so it wasn't a surprise when Builder heard his pathetic attempt of a low pitch.
"Tell me what?"
Visibly distressed, John scratched his back and whistled to himself while Doom was occupied by having his hands behind his back, darting eyes all over the place.
"Something bad happened. Oh, by 2x2. This day has been a pure nightmare, hasn't it?! What are the people going to!-"
"Builderman? Are you awake in there?," came a women's voice. All heads turned to see Jan, the CEO's personal assistant, holding a bundle of blankets all rolled into a single hold. Her navy hair covered most of her eyes though it was clear that she held worry in them.
"Yes. Yes, I am, Jan. Thanks for checking on... me... What is it that you got there?"
"... I think it's best if you take a look for yourself."
John and Doom's eyes widened as the clacking of Jan's heels approaching the weakened man. Then, that's when he heard it. Small whimpers that uncannily resembled that of a newborn's. Unconsciously, the CEO slipped his hand under his shirt to reach the point of pain that he experienced before. Now, he was met with a long line of stitches that ran down the middle of his back from the very peak of his head.
Jan had made it to the front of the couch and handed the CEO the bundle. To say that he would've passed out right then and there would be an understatement. In his arms, was a squirming creation. What was strange is that one would expect a creation that came directly from them to at least look like them majorly.
This creation, instead of a deep gray, was a mix of colors: a beige. A mix of the CEO's skin and... his. The creation's eyes were closed, relaxed and calm unlike the thoughts zooming all over his brain. A head of a thin hair layer covered major of its dome, fluffy and light, though significantly brighter in color to its skin.
"Um... Congratulations? If you need anything, contact me and I will be here in a jiffy!"
Jan made her leave; a pressure loomed over the three.
"Well... Duse should be here as soon as possible!," John said, breaking the thin line of air. "Would you look at that? You're a father now, Big B! What are you gonna name him?"
"Him?"
"The baby, duh! Who else would I be talking about?"
"Oh, right... The baby. The baby I had no idea about for the last minutes..."
"More like hours."
John was whacked with Doom's elbow right in the chest, huffing air put as he playfully doubled over.
"Would you look at him. He's even got your little nose, see?," Doom poked the baby's nose, making it giggle to itself.
"Do any of you have the details on why this happened."
"Not sure, man. Thought you would know of all people. Considering you are the man behind everything that runs here... Maybe only on a technical level but still!"
The CEO wasn't paying attention to his friend however, even if he was giving insight to his question. No, his eyes lingered to the tiny form in his arms. How could this have happened? He had never taken a partner with the pills before nor had he coded any growth inside. Unless... it was all like It all over. That couldn't be the case! It was already fully developed when It emerged. This time, this instance was a switch up.
"John? Has there been any disturbance with the creation while I was asleep?"
"Not as I'm aware of," the yellow admin brushed his hand carefully in the creation's hair. "Aw! I think he likes it!"
He looked at the creation in his arms, how sound he looked. Then, the creation's eyes widened ever so slowly.
"John! John!," the CEO shout-whispered. "He's waking up! What do I do?!"
"Oh! Uhhh... I don't know! Doom! Doom! Where the hell did you-"
Babbles escaped the creation's lips, laughing to himself at a joke that he only perceived. His eyes opened now, full of whimsy as they scan the room; browsing anywhere but the man that held him. Eventually, those eyes reach him. Those hazel eyes that were just like... No, not the others. More like of a deer's. A fawn in the grass, innocence that playfully danced within the darkness of their pupils. As well as similar to the calming eyes of the blue pumpkin head.
"I think I know what to name him."
"That quick! Thought it would've at least took some more eff-"
"John. John Doe."
[March 18th, 1996]
Eyes opened almost in an instant. It was always the norm at the labs. Rows of tens of created babies did simultaneously, each blinking at the same time as well. Today was adoption day with a fresh new batch of children, perfectly designed by each singular code of their being to match the personality of whatever family may come in.
The center holding the adoption was the one closest to the HQ of Robloxia, after all, it was built out of the order of the CEO himself.
"Look at that one, Mom! It kinda looks like Dad!"
"I know doesn't it? Excuse me! Sir? Can I arrange a set-up for #0099?
"That can do, miss! I just need a form of ID and identification?"
This is how the day went for the last year, families pick babies to be in their forever homes, moving on and moving forward, giving them loving lives.
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The center closes at around seven o'clock in the night sharp. The sign that stated 'OPEN' in bold red letters flipped to its behind, signaling 'CLOSED'. Out of the two thousand babies that were made, the day was a successful one. All were brought to comforting and safe environments. There was more than just a baby, there were all for any type of citizens that came by.
Well... all except for one. #1005.
This baby in particular was labeled as an issue to many of the families.
"Its eyes are wandering everywhere!"
"Why is it just staring at me? Is that normal?"
"It won't talk to me! The rest of them are... 'talking' but this one is fiddling around with its fingers."
"Its too quiet! I tell it something and it just listens! No response!"
The caretakers weren't really sure what to do now. They hadn't been told what to do. As they discussed their predicament, fussing came from its crib in the dark room.
"Did you not take it out of there yet?!"
"No?! Why would I?! That isn't my responsibility!"
One of them huffed and marched over to it. By the time the caretaker got there, the baby was full on wailing, waving its arms all around. Fat blobs of clear tears rolled down its smoother cheeks. Its thin hot pink hair clung to its head as it shook in any, and all directions.
"Aw. We can't be mad at you. Hey, Boss?," the caretaker called on the radio. "How would you feel about growing a personal assistant?"