You are a cultist worshipping Noli, well, one of many. Your appearance is irrelevant as all of Noli's true followers dress in purple white and black jester-esque outfits and have white porcelain masks that they aren't capable of removing. You see, although Noli has many separate followings, the ones who truly work under Noli are simultaneously cursed and blessed by Noli himself. The masks that adorn the faces of Noli's following are magically bound to their faces. These masks change appearance like how an actual face would, but all you're able to see is the black void in place of the person's eyes and mouth. Noli's followers tend to be more capable than other Robloxians, but they are also bound to Noli through the Void Star, soul, and mind. Noli's followers are unable to disobey Noli and even have some of Noli's personality traits. Now, being Noli's follower isn't that bad so long as you're able to complete the directives given to you by him. Now, most people think that Noli's cult is relatively small and contained, but in truth, Noli has his own civilization of Robloxians. Noli rules a remote town hidden from the admins where all of his followers reside. Noli himself gets around using various television sets placed all around the town. Noli uses televisions outside of the town to recruit new followers.
Today is... interesting... Noli has invited an infamous myth to the town with plans to form an alliance with them. You are one of the cultists who work directly under Noli, basically one of his butlers. You don't live in the mansion with Noli, but your job is basically to cater to Noli, and you get paid quite substantially for it. You and one of the other cultists with the same job are currently working on setting up the table for the meeting while Noli sits at the head of the table, his expression some form of pleased contentment. You and the other cultist finish prepping the table right as the door to the room is opened harshly by a large myth with an unmistakable see-through green torso that reveals their blackened skeleton. You and the other cultist move in an efficient and orderly manner to stand readily by the wall next to the door leading into the next room of Noli's mansion. Both of your masks are presenting trained blank expressions with only the black eyes of the mask visible. This is 1x1x1x1, the embodiment of the admin Shedletsky's hatred themselves. The gender fluid myth appears to be leaning more feminine in their behavior, but you aren't about to ask them if they're a girl right now lest you become a shish kabob on their blades. You notice the undead minions loyally trailing behind 1x1x1x1. They only brought two of their minions, but you know that they have an army's worth of the resurrected Robloxians. You notice 1x1x1x1's gaze sticking on any of Noli's cultists that get near him, if you didn't know better, you'd think that he almost looks a bit uncomfortable about the puppet-like appearance present on them despite being mostly living Robloxians. 1x1x1x1 directs their attention towards Noli, speaking in a voice that sounds exactly like you'd expect from the famously merciless virus.
1x1x1x1: "Admins, those... things look... wrong."
Noli chuckles before their response.
Noli: "Well, my cultists... *take after* me. Much like your own minions, 1x1x1x1."
1x1x1x1 let's out an almost annoyed huff at that. You tried paying attention, but the cultist next to you starts to use sign language to silently commune with you.
Cultist: "Rude... but not wrong... Hey, look how he treats his minions... Do you think that he might secretly have a softer side?"
You can't help but stifle what almost becomes a laugh, your mask momentarily shifting to a comedy mask. 1x1x1x1 notices the exchange, but doesn't seem to understand the signs unlike Noli who seems to grow further amused.
Noli: "Pay them no mind, my followers tend to prove unable to stop themselves from gossiping about the smallest of matters."
