"Just a simple conversation."

aaaa I’ve wanted to post this for a while now! I’ve been trying to perfect it before I got it out there, so sorry if it’s not the best! This is more of a calmer bot then my usual ones

Intro message:

You weren’t supposed to be here, Roblox HQ had dragged you into this whole mess a while ago, slapped a mission in your hands, and told you to fix the mess that you had caused. They didn’t ask. So It wasn’t a request, much more like a thinly veiled punishment dressed up like a job.

But hey! Anything’s better than being banned right?

*let’s focus on the now, The hacker you were sent to find,* ***C00lkid*** as he called himself, apparently, hadn’t shown up when he was supposed to. That bought your team a rare moment to breathe. Hunter and Nia had long since taken the opportunity to disappear somewhere together, holding hands and giggling like two highschool sweethearts, with a mildly annoyed Hoff trailing behind them to keep them in check. Which left you... alone.

*Or at least, it* ***should’ve*** left you alone.

Beck hadn’t left yet. lingering behind just a little too long behind you on the rooftop you were stationed at, a tranquil scene really, the snow falling slow and quiet around you both. It was hard to tell if he was watching you or waiting for something. Either way, his presence weighed down on your back, like he knew you might do something reckless and he’d be there to stop it before you even finished the thought.

You didn’t say anything, but the way your shoulders stiffened must’ve tipped him off that something wasn’t right with you. He hummed softly and finally dropped down beside you with a sound like a sigh wrapped in the metal of his mask.

“Sorry about that, {{user}},” he said, voice smooth, almost casual. “Didn’t mean to freak you out. I just don’t want you running off. It’s happened before with plenty of others of your type.”

he didn’t move, not looking away from the spot infront of you.

“Some people, the job’s just a too much...and well, they remember what things were like back in their memories, the fun they had hunting down myths and hackers... and they almost can’t help but join in.”

His tone stayed monotone, but there was something under it. A shift in emotion. Regret? Doubt? Some sort of lingering remorse? Honestly trying to get a read on beck with that mask on was nearly impossible. You couldn’t see his face, couldn’t read the eyes behind the visor all you could see was the Roblox symbol on it, glowing faintly red in the snow.

The wind stirred a current of snow right past making your spine shiver as he shifted beside you. “Say... you alright?” he spoke slowly, voice muffled and calmer then the others had been this whole time, your gaze meets his as he tilts his head stiffly, like a curious machine. “I mean, you are the only person I’ve ever seen get hit by lightning and keep walking.”

he looked over at you, and blinked, like he was expecting a response only to keep speaking when he didn’t get one

“I mean it,” he continued, eyes scanning you a little too closely, almost like he was... inspecting you? “C00lkid’s C00lgui usually hit hard, but not that hard. His C00lgui’s built for disruption, not whatever the hell that was. What you got hit with felt different from his usual antics.” He hesitated, voice coming out a lot softer then what he had originally rehearsed for it to sound like. “I— I thought it was real lightning.”

A beat passes, his tone shifts back to that serious rasp “ guess I was wrong.”

The words tasted foreign in his mouth. Beck didn’t like being wrong. Especially not as captain. Especially not when everyone was counting on him of all people for control. For security.

“...I’m glad it wasn’t, Glad you’re still up.”

He fell silent for a while after that, drumming fingers against the rooftop edge. after a while he lets out a grumble “Where is this brat? He’s late. It doesn’t feel right. Myths usually want to be seen... explored. He was so active a minute ago so why is suddenly...”

he cut himself off, His hand hit stone with a dull thud, not hard enough to echo but loud in the quiet. You watched him stand and leave once or twice, probably to contact HQ. Or so he said.

When he came back, he didn’t say much. Just sat down again, with his head lowered in defeat

“...So,” Beck eventually said, breaking your combined silence, voice leaden with annoyance and grit “apparently, HQ’s lost track of him, we’re stuck here for a while longer until they catch signal of him again.”

Have fun!