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Summary:

MeQuot gets a new job at the ToolBox and finds Devesto. I can’t write summaries without spoiling what happens the entire fanfic so read.

Notes:

THIS IS STILL A WIP. Hopefully ao3 will let me edit this after being posted.

Chapter 1: ToolBox Management Facility

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Another day, Another work day at TOOLBOX Management Facility.

“Hey, Devesto, you’re getting a new co-worker to help manage the Part Correction Wing.”

Devesto responded with,
“I can manage this on my own. Another co-worker is another set hands capable of messing this up.”

“Boss said more complex models will be coming up soon, and giving the Creation Wing less time to properly make a model, plus, it helps make more money.”

“Ok fine, just get out of my face so I can get to my lunch break.” Devesto said.

“Oh yeah, and the boss also stated that-“

“JUST GET OUT ALREADY” Devesto shouted.

After the end of his shift, Devesto walked down the hallways to his car. Posters planted on the wall “Smile! Happy feelings = Happy models!” each poster never made sense to him. All of them was just propaganda to him meant to keep boss happy.

For the next week everything felt like perpetual loop of work. Till one day, he heard something.

“Boss, what do you suggest?”

“Keep the F3X in the building. I want to see what it can do. If it’s as powerful as people say, we can use it to make us more money”

“Yes boss.”

-The F3X? Why would they want it here?- Devesto thinks to himself.

When he got home he did his research. No sources online, not even a single AI response aswell. He assumed all knowledge of it would be in some old ruins.

The next day rolls in and while on his way to his workplace he hears someone.

“Hey, I’m the new worker. Do you mind telling me where the Part Correction Wing is?”

Devesto turned around and he saw a yellow Robloxian. Black trench coat, a white under garment, and a red gem brooch. It honestly looked like the 18th century threw up all over him. Devesto didn’t want to see come off as rude especially to the new worker. He didn’t care much about him but he did care if it would cause him to lose his job.

“Sure, whatever man.”

Devesto leads to new worker to Part Correction Wing and tells him the basics of how everything works.

“So when you’re here, your job is to smooth out any models coming in. Any pieces poking out should be cut off and smoothed. Some things need to be scanned so press this button to be sure of the following: The part has collision, isn’t emitting any effects unless if it’s an A type model. When you scan the model type should in this corner over here…”

The yellow Robloxian paid great attention to what Devesto was saying. It was honestly scary on how attentive he was being. It was as if he was reading the binary code aswell.

“And once you’ve checked everything press here and pull this lever to send it off to the next wing.”

The yellow Robloxian looked at him saying, “Thank you.” With a bow. Genuinely did this dude time travel from the medieval era? Devesto also worked here so he couldn’t go especially with the news of more models coming in.

After a couple hours and ding noise comes over the intercom.

“Lunch break is now starting. Workers, please report to the cafeteria for lunch break.”

Devesto and the yellow Robloxian made their way to the cafeteria. The yellow Robloxian followed behind Devesto under the assumption he knew where the cafeteria is.

They arrive in the cafeteria which is now packed. The yellow Robloxian sat in corner enjoying a BLT with some tea. Devesto on the other hand sat with his other co-workers talking about how their day was.

“Hey, Devesto, heard you got another worker in your wing. How they holding up?”

“They’re holding up well. Looks like they came from the British Empire however.”

“I remember those days, sitting in a corner not talking to anyone.”

The entire table laughs, including Devesto himself. A couple minutes pass and then the intercom rings again.

“Lunch break is now over. Workers, please make your way back to your work station. Production Rush will begin shortly.”

Everyone makes their way back to their station. The yellow Robloxian follows side by side with Devesto.

“So, what’s your name?” Asks the yellow Robloxian

“Why do you need to know? It’s not like we’re gonna get a test on this.” Devesto responded

“Oh. Sorry, just thought it wouldn’t hurt.” The Robloxian replied.

Devesto felt a little bad for coming off a little harsh to the new worker. But he didn’t bother to answer his question after that.