Teaser
You guys are never going to believe this...
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Do you know how this world came to be? How we were given the ability to shape our surroundings to our liking?
Legends say it started with just a brick. A brick with the ability to copy, paste, and modify itself.
The magical…2x2 brick.
It created everything we have. Your shirt? That’s the 2x2 brick. Those roads? Also the 2x2 brick.
It can truly be…anything.
Of course, with such power..there were beings that sought to abuse its power for their own benefit. That’s why the Admins were created.
Robloxians formed from the purest code and ideology…all brought together to protect the lifeblood of our universe.
Each admin was given land to rule over, along with a piece of the 2x2 brick to guard. If anyone were to get their hands on even the smallest piece…they would have the power to create and destroy anything they would desire.
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“What would you do if you could have the 2x2 brick for a day?” Wyatt asked, pressing his face against the rattling glass of the bus window.
You sighed, pulling him away from the glass before he could smack his forehead against it. “That’s a good question…I guess I’d make a house.”
“A house? That’s boring.”
“It’s practical.”
“Plegh. I would make a dragon, personally.”
You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your lip quirking upwards. “A dragon?”
“Yeah. It could protect the house you build.” Wyatt nodded seriously, pressing his lips together. “Then we wouldn’t have to move ever again.”
Your smile faded, eyes casting downwards. “..yeah. That would be nice, huh?”
The bus lurched to a stop beside a lone bench marked by a faded sign. You looked up, realizing you and Wyatt were the only ones left on the bus.
“Last stop for this line. Y’all are gonna need to get off.” The bus driver called from up front.
“Is this Dynatown?” You asked, gently nudging Wyatt to grab his bag.
The bus driver checked his map, squinting with a low grunt. “..ayep. Just follow the signage from the stop ‘ere. You’ll find it.”
You looked out the window again, spotting another sign barely standing up. It pointed at a path with faded lettering reading: ‘Visit Dynatown!’
You sighed softly, standing up and grabbing your own bag. You fished through your pockets, finding a crumpled five robux bill. You handed it to the bus driver, grabbing Wyatt’s hand and guiding him down the steps.
“Thank you, sir.” You nodded gratefully. The bus driver shook his head modestly.
“No trouble, kiddo. You keep that little one safe now, y’hear?”
“Yessir.” You gave a small smile, giving a tiny salute before walking down the marked path.
The bus driver sighed to himself as he watched you and Wyatt go. “It’s a dangerous world out there…” He muttered. “…try not to get tangled up with the wrong company, kid.”
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“So…you looking forward to seeing the new place?” You asked, backpack slung casually over your shoulders. You didn’t have much left after what happened in the city, but it was enough to get you started somewhere new.
“...Not really.” Wyatt mumbled, gripping the straps of his Doombringer themed backpack tightly. “I miss the old house.”
You sighed, resting a hand gently on his shoulder. “I understand. I miss the old house too..” You looked up, squinting at the sun. The trail led into a small town, marked by a sign with colored lettering. ‘DYNATOWN.’
You looked back at Wyatt, trying to cheer him up. “..But hey, you’ll have your own room now. And you’ll be able to go to a real school, make friends, have fun…” You trailed off, your chest tightening. “...You’ll be able to have an actual childhood.”
Wyatt kept his gaze on the ground, kicking a rock he found with his shoe. “..But I liked sleeping in your room. I get nightmares when I don’t.”
You slowed down slightly, exhaling solemnly. “..I know, Wyatt. But this…I think it’ll be for the best. You can finally talk to kids your age, you know? You can’t just spend all your time cooped up at home.”
“But I don’t wanna meet people my age!” Wyatt pouted. “What if they’re mean to me?”
You stopped walking, turning and crouching down to Wyatt’s level. You rubbed his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. “I understand that you’re worried, Wy. To be honest…I’m a little scared myself.” You looked away, fluttering your lips.
“..But sometimes when you’re walking through life, you have to deal with scary things. It’s how we grow as people.”
There was a soft breeze that passed between the two of you, ruffling your hair. “...You understand?”
Wyatt looked down, kicking the dirt path idly. “..Yeah. I guess.”
You smiled, patting his head and standing up. “You’re a good kid. I’m so proud of you, you know?”
Wyatt puffed his cheeks out, looking away. “Stop being sappy…”
You chuckled, patting his back as you started walking again. “Alright, I’ll stop for now.”
“Hey there!” A deep voice carried over the air, drawing your attention. A rather stout man stood near the entrance of the town, smiling brightly. He was bald, wearing a yellow sweater-vest over a white dress shirt and a pair of neat blue slacks. He pushed a pair of glasses up his nose, waving as he approached.
“You must be the new residents, correct?” He asked, tilting his head. He glanced at Wyatt, who quickly shuffled behind your leg.
“Ah, yes…that’s us.” You nodded, ruffling Wyatt’s hair comfortingly. “You are…Mr. Doe?”
“Oh, please, just call me John. Mr. Doe makes me feel old.” The man laughed, shaking his head. “But yes, that’s me.” He leaned over to peek behind you, raising an eyebrow. “Do you have movers on the way?”
You blinked, scratching your cheek sheepishly. “Erh..no. We uh..lost a lot of it back in the city.”
John blinked, his eyes widening. “..Oh! Goodness me, I’m so sorry—I remember reading up on the situation, but I didn’t want to pry too hard—”
“It’s quite alright, sir.” You shook your head with a slightly strained grin. “No offense taken.”
John sighed, pressing his hand over his heart. “Still, I apologize for my ignorance. But moving on—” He turned, gesturing for you and Wyatt to follow. “I’m aware that you’ve already seen the images of your new home, correct?”
“Yes. The pictures looked very nice on the listing.” You nodded. John hummed, leading you through the streets . You caught a few people staring, but no one seemed unkind.
“Wonderful! Then I’m guessing you’re also aware of our schooling system as well?”
“Yes, I’ve already registered Wyatt into the system. He should be starting next week according to the emails I’ve been getting..” You smiled at Wyatt, patting his head.
John grinned as well, nodding slowly. “I’m sure your son will love it here.”
“Oh—uhm—” You paused, clearing your throat. “Sorry, Wyatt’s my brother—not my kid.”
John blinked, his eyes widening. “Oh! My apologies.”
You smiled, tilting your head. “It’s alright. It’s a reasonable assumption.”
John cleared his throat, turning a corner and stopping before a street of houses. He rifled through his pockets, pulling out a set of keys. “Well…this is the street your new house is on. You should be registered to…C12.”
He handed you the keyring before walking down the sidewalk. Each house had a mailbox labeled clearly with a letter and a number. Yours was near the end, marked with a crisp ‘For Sale’ sign.
John stopped on the front lawn, gesturing towards the building. “Here we are! Your new home.”
You looked up at the house, taking a deep breath. It felt surreal—knowing that you actually owned a house now. You looked at Wyatt, spotting the same glimmer of awe in his eyes. You turned to John, smiling gratefully.
“Thank you so much for this. This is wonderful.”
John grinned himself, placing his hands on his hips. “I’m glad I was able to help.” He turned, yanking the for sale sign out of the ground and tucking it under his arm. “Welcome to Dynatown, you two. I’m sure you’ll love it here.”
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