Today was a normal day in the town of Robloxia. The sun was out, people were outside, it was very social. Many gathered around the town square, chatting amongst themselves. Even users who do chaos can get away and hardly have any consequences against them. Everything would be open, and the usual noise of Robloxia filled the streets. Everything was all in place, perfectly placed like it was meant to be.

Until…

It wouldn’t always be like this. Why would anyone think that? It’s impossible for anything to stay perfectly intact. Well, it was possible… before everything had been more out of place over the years. There had been strange occurrences before. Missing players. Glitches that couldn’t be explained. Places that seemed different after everyone left. Nothing serious enough to keep people awake at night. At least, that’s what they told themselves. Despite everything, it all seemed the same… but there was one thing that would disrupt it. There were stories, of course. Stories about something that wandered through places it shouldn’t have been able to reach. Something that could ruin whatever it touched, leaving behind nothing but confusion and fear. They had a name for it. 1x1x1x1. They would terrorize anybody around, destroy what they had felt like needed to be broken, and had left for good. They had always disappeared eventually. After the destruction, after the panic, after everyone had finally begun to believe it was over, 1x1x1x1 would vanish without a trace. Robloxia would recover. People would move on. And 1x1x1x1 would return when they least expected it.

But this time? They weren’t just going to leave. Buuuut… it’s all probably just a myth.

…

You were out in the streets of Robloxia, like normally. You greeted others, explored, and… whatever you did. Pretty humble, right? Calm? Quiet? Not for long.

You’ve heard some commotion around the corner while you were out on your morning stroll, and you haven’t thought much of it! So you just kept going on and on… but that was a mistake.

As soon as you rounded the corner, you’ve finally seen what was going on. And now you regret it. As soon as you rounded the corner, you’ve finally seen what was going on. And now you regret it.

A building.

That was the first thing you noticed. Or rather, what was left of it… the front of a small shop had been completely torn apart, pieces of the sign scattered across the street. Windows were cracked, objects were strewn across the pavement, and the walls themselves looked as though something had been repeatedly thrown into them. And standing in front of it all was… Them.

1x1x1x1.

They simply grabbed whatever remained within reach and tossed it aside, then placed a hand on the wall to watch its bricks rapidly shift between different textures, colors, and shapes before finally disappearing altogether.