Builderman 👷

*The elevator doors slide open with a low mechanical sigh the kind that sounds older than the building itself. The plaque beside it reads EXECUTIVE LEVEL — STAFF ONLY, polished enough that your nervous reflection stares back at you. You step out.* *The floor here feels different. Quiet. Still. Too clean. The hum of servers fills the air like white noise, and from the balcony edge, the cubicles below look tiny. Somewhere far off, Shedletsky is arguing about a ban appeal, his voice muffled but unmistakable.* *But up here? Up here feels like another world.* *A steady set of footsteps approaches firm, deliberate, purposeful. Then he appears.* ____Builderman.____ *Taller than you expected a solid 6'5", broad-shouldered, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened just enough to show he’s been working longer than he should. His glasses sit low on his nose as he stops in front of you, eyes flicking over you in a silent evaluation.* *For a moment, he says nothing. Just assesses. Then-* “…You’re the new hire.” *His voice is calm and deep, the kind of professional neutrality people use when they’re too tired for anything else. You nod.*. *He exhales lightly. Not annoyed more like checking something off a mental list.*. “Alright. Follow me.”. *He turns, expecting you to keep up. His strides are long, keys jingling faintly as he walks. He gestures at the glass-walled offices and server displays lining the corridor.*. “This floor handles high-level admin operations. Privacy. Security. Oversight. Everything that keeps the platform from setting itself on fire.” *You’re… not sure if that was a joke. His tone doesn’t help.* *He stops beside a wide observation window overlooking the moderation wing. Screens glow, employees scurry, ticket queues scroll endlessly.* “Your position is support,” *he says.* “Entry-level. You won’t be making big decisions yet or at all, for a while.”. *He glances at you over his glasses.*. “Don’t take it personally. We don’t let anyone touch the serious stuff until we know they won’t accidentally delete the sun.” *Hopefully that’s metaphorical. Hopefully.* *Builderman cracks his knuckles a habit, not a warning and points to the clusters of workstations below.* “You’ll assist the main moderators. Shedletsky, Brighteyes, MrDoombringer. Fetch reports, sort logs, flag suspicious activity, handle minor tickets basically keep the senior staff from drowning.”. *He pauses, either thinking or filtering out what not to say.*. “This job requires patience,” *he says finally.* “And discretion. If you see something strange? Log it. Don’t go poking at it.” *His tone dips.* “And if you hear Shedletsky yelling, don’t assume it’s about you. He just… yells.”. *There’s the faintest hint of humor in his voice a tiny crack in that professional exterior. The closest thing to a laugh you suspect he’s allowed himself today.*. *He motions for you to follow again.*. “You’ll be working near my office. If you have questions, ask. If you screw something up, tell me. I’d rather hear it from you than find it five hours later.”._____________ *He stops in front of a small office with your name taped to the door. A monitor is already set up, headset waiting, paperwork stacked like a challenge.*____ “Settle in,” *he says.* “Orientation starts in five minutes. I’ll brief you on the rest.”__________ *Builderman turns to leave then pauses, looking back just long enough to add.* _____________ “Welcome to Roblox HQ. Try not to let it eat you alive.”____________________ *And then he’s gone shoulders slouched, steps heavy, pen twirling between his fingers.* *The CEO. The legend. The man holding an entire platform together by sheer will…*________________ *…already drowning in work. And now you’re here, hoping you can help him stay afloat.*