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Guest 666 opened his eyes to see himself in.. a cabin? He was just in his home. His miserable, small space.

Confusion flooded his mind. Where was he? Why is he here? Shouldn’t he be in the Null Zone? Banlands?

Robloxians were surrounding him in every corner. It was suffocating. Just like when he-

“Someone get them to a couch!”

Well.. at least nobody said anything about the fact he was a guest.

~

“Leave us alone! Why is it such a problem that my friend is a guest?!”

“They’re meaningless! They don’t deserve to live!”

Noob huffed as they loudly laughed. A black eye and bruises stained their face. Their clothes were tattered from being pushed around and thrown to the ground.

“Let’s go! They aren’t worth our time.”

The group walked away. Noob turned to him, shallow cuts from rocks being thrown at him bleeding out.

“Are you okay?”

“.. Yeah.”

Guest looked away. How stupid he was to get Noob dragged into this. Now look at them, as pathetic as he was.

“Let’s get some healing potions!”

Noob yanked Guest up.

“You’re going to use your own robux?”

“ ‘Course I am! My treat!

How long ago was that?

~

Guest was set on a couch. A fireplace was next to it, it emitted a comforting warmth compared to the freezing cold of the foreign place he was in.

“Thank you..”

“They talk?!”

“But he’s a guest!”

“Everyone be quiet!”

Someone wearing a witches’ hat approached him.

“Are you okay?”

Their face was blurry. All of the others surrounding him were. In fact, his vision was swimming.

“I.. I dunno...”

He groaned, turned his back and faced the other side.

“Give him some space. He just got here.”

His neck still hurts. His hands pressed against it. It was strange.

Just before, he was in his little space that never changed. kicked the chair off and felt air being unable to enter his body. He choked, gasped for air, before blacking out and waking up here.

His corpse is probably dangling on the noose right now.

But how can he have a corpse if he's here, breathing and alive?

“Hey uh.. What’s with the scar on your neck?”


He didn’t pay attention to the Robloxian’s looks, he only turned around to glare at them before looking at the back of the couch again.

“It’s.. probably just something he isn’t ready to talk about yet.”


It was quiet with chattering. He didn't like this place, he wanted to escape this.

He could faintly hear the sounds of a timer ticking down. He could distantly listen to sounds of complaining and groaning.

And when the timer ended, so did everything else.

Guest looked up, and nobody was there anymore.

They were all gone.

What?

Well.. that’s probably another weird thing here.

He sat up. He started thinking about what happened before all of this.

Ah, right. It’s all rushing back to him like a wave.

~

The body of someone he didn’t know was in front of him. Blood was leaking out of their mouth and eyes. He was hyperventilating, every gasp for air seemed to be escaping from him just as fast. Tears gushed out his eyes.

He shook their body, desperate for a response. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean to kill this Robloxian. He was just acting in self defense.

He was acting in self defense.

When that person backed away when they yelled at him that he was disgusting for existing.

It was self defense.

“Say something!”

He heard the sounds of walking coming to him.

“Sixer..?”

He felt all thought from his code be erased. He slowly turned around to see a terrified Noob.

“Noob!-”

“What did you do?”

All the words that were about to pour out of Guest’s mouth came to a stop.

It became silent. Painfully silent. Guest wanted to rip out every organ in his body at that moment.

Noob began backing away.

“Noob- please! Let me explain everything that ha-”

And before he knew it, Noob was already gone.

He didn’t move.

He couldn’t chase after them.

It all froze. After what felt like days, Guest got up and threw the corpse across the cliff.

Blood was on his hands.

Blood will forever be on his hands.

And just the next day, Noob was found dead. They landed on the news.

They told Guest they wanted to be famous one day, a passing thought.

Noob got their wish.

Guest couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“2 Robloxians have been found deceased at the bottom of the cliffs, with reports of a guest being there at the scene. Due to the lack of unique appearance and visible number identification, officials are unable to identify this guest. This guest is the direct suspect of being the possible murderer of these 2 Robloxians. More information is yet to be-”

Guest turned off the TV.

...

He really had no reason to exist in this world, didn’t he?

He walked to his bedroom and grabbed a rope and a chair.

~

Guest’s legs went up to his chest. His arms wrapped around those legs.

Noob said they’d mourn for him if he died.

But they never said they wanted him to grieve for them.

“Noob, if I disappear, who’s to say I was here?”

Noob frowned at that sentence.

“Guest, no matter where we are, I will still remember you. Don’t think that nobody will acknowledge you no longer being here.”

Noob softly took Guest’s hands and held onto them, like his palms were rope and Noob was dangling off a cliff.

“𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 me.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, I 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭.”

Noob..

When was the last time he heard their voice?

Their voice..

…

Oh god.

He doesn’t remember how it sounds.

How can he not remember what his best friend’s voice sounded like?

All those months and years together, and he can’t remember the sound of it?

Their voice in that memory sounded wrong. Like another person said that, not Noob. It didn’t sound like Noob.

But how can he know it didn’t sound like that if he can’t even recall it?

His breathing began to quicken.

He didn’t know where he was.

He and Noob were most likely dead back home.

He was surrounded by complete strangers.

The air thickened, his neck felt as if it was being squeezed into a pulp and his chest felt tight. He felt sick, like he was going to throw up.

His hands gripped onto his neck. It hurt. It hurt so much. What an idiotic move. He should’ve just jumped off those cliffs, it would’ve been a less painful death.

His eyes darted everywhere. Nobody was here. He was alone.

That thought brought him mild comfort.

Now it brought him terror.

His heartbeat echoed in his ears, overwhelmingly loud.

He backed away to a wall. He slid down it, curling into a small ball as he gasped for oxygen.

His limbs felt numb, but the pain in his chest and throat remained.

He was suffocating. But there wasn’t a noose there, nor that chair. Just him and this place.

He shook his head. He must be losing his mind.

He could hardly hear the sounds of footsteps approaching and worried chattering. That same Robloxian with a witch hat appeared before him again. Another loud voice screamed at the others to shut up, and it went dead silent.

“Hey, look at me.”

Guest twitched rapidly as he looked up to see the person kneeling in front of him. Their eyes were obscured by the shadow of their hat.

“You’re alright. It’s going to be okay. Just breathe with me.”

Guest’s eyes were unfocused and shaking, he was barely able to mimic the other’s breathing.

“Copy me.”

Guest shakily took in a breath for 3 seconds before the other stopped, as he did the same. They exhaled, and Guest exhaled as well. Someone else with a red color came up to them with a glass of water.

“Here!”

The person in the witch hat gently took the water.

“Thanks, kidd.”

A child?? The kid let out a quick “your welcome” before hoping away to the others.

The person handed it to Guest, who swallowed it down in a single gulp.

It all started to feel less overwhelming. Guest could breathe again. He felt his chest loosen, and the pain in his throat began to soften.

“I understand that you’re really scared. I know.”

Guest began to inhale and exhale deeply. He felt at ease. He began to unwind from the ball form, and let his limbs spread out.

The witch hat person shifted, settling onto the floor besides him.

“My name is Azure. You're safe here.”

“Uh.. my number is 666.”

Azure was taken aback by that information, jumping back slightly before returning.

“Okay ... how can you talk??”

“I know a thing or two about code.”

Azure chuckled.

“I never learned about it.”

It was peacefully quiet.

“..How’d you know how to get me out of that?”

Azure was about to answer right away, but he hesitated, before answering.

“My.. partner used to have panic attacks many times.”

Why did he hesitated about his partner?

Guest didn’t ask about that.

“Er.. thank you.”

“It’s not an issue.”

It was a bit awkward afterwards.

“Where are we?”

Azure thought before turning to him.

“We’re in hell.”

…

WHAT

“Sort of! Don’t worry!”

Azure shook his hands.

“We don’t really know where we are. Some of us think this is hell, and some of us think it's another realm.”

Guest wasn’t sure about what to feel. The possibility of being in hell..

Maybe it really was hell, and he was here to pay for his sins.

“I honestly expected hell to all be up in flames.”

“Me too.”

Someone else came up to them.

“My name is John Doe. Pleased to meet you.”

That name was familiar..

John lent out a hand, in which Guest took. He pulled the Guest up and shook hands with them.

“I have to tell you, we don’t know when your next round is. None of us do.”

“Round?”

John led Guest back to the couch.

“In this place, we’re taken into these matches we call rounds. We’re pitted into surviving against something or someone to kill us all. Some rounds we all live, and some.. It's just bloodshed.”

Guest gulped hard.

“But we all respawn!”

He turned to the new person. It was a small figure from earlier who gave him water, having completely red skin and text across its chest.

Wait-

IS THAT C00LKIDD?!

“C00lkidd?!”

The kid giggled at the exclamation.

“Yup! The coolest kid in town!”

Guest was frozen in shock. Sort of like 😦. He should introduce himself.

“.. I’m a guest, and my number identification is 666. Where did you guys go earlier?”

Another voice emerged.

“Round.”

He turned around to see a green and white figure. They had a green domino crown on their head.

“That’s 1x1x1x1. We call her simply 1x. She doesn’t like to talk much.”

Guest nodded at John’s explanation. It was weird, very weird. Having Robloxians who had myths and rumors be what they’re most famous for.

“How can you talk?”

“I hacked into the Super Safe Chat code.”

C00lkidd gasped in amazement. Why is he astonished??

“Wait where is Nol-”

A timer began ticking down again.

Guest looked around all over to see a timer above the fireplace. It had 1 minute ticking down.

“Awww! I don’t wanna play tag right now!” C00lkidd whined.

John had a stern look on his face. Azure looked worried.

“Okay, your first round is coming up.”

Guest only felt panic set in.

“I know it will be terrifying, but do not panic when you get in.”

The last seconds stopped.

Everything around him began to warp, the others crumbling into blocks.

As quick as it happened, Guest fell onto grass. He looked up.

So this is a round?

He looked around, it seemed abandoned.

It wasn’t as bad as he thought!

A loud, insane sounding laugh filled the silence, and Guest suddenly felt like he was being watched.

...

Nevermind.

Chapter Text

~

Noob walked near the cliffs, a spot they and Guest went nearly all the time to watch the sunset together. The sky was dark with clouds threatening to begin to pour.

Noob hummed as they flexed their fingers, examining the details of their hand. They couldn’t wait to show Sixer the clawed glove they got! When they walked to their usual place, that’s when they stopped.

Something wasn’t right.

The air was cold. Much colder. The smell was metallic, thick.

They saw Guest.

He was shaking, his back turned until he stopped when Noob made it obvious they were there.

His gray-and-black palette was stained with a wet, dark red. He was clutching someone in his arms.

The person he was holding had their head lolled back, their face unmoving. Blood seeped from their mouth and eyes and chest, pooling on the grass.

Noob’s legs froze.

Guest and Noob would sometimes improv things like this, where Noob was murdered and Guest had to figure out who killed them or vice versa.

This wasn't another silly roleplay or a script gone wrong.

Guest turned his head slowly. His face was full of pure horror. Tears soaked his face.

"Sixer…?"

“Noob!-”

“What did you do?”

Guest looked as if he was about to say something, but stopped when Noob uttered that sentence. 

Blood was all over Guest. All they could see was the body in his hands and the blood seeping into the dirt. Their best friend. Their only friend. A murderer.

They stepped back, one step, then two, until they turned and ran.

"Noob—please! Let me explain everything that happened!"

Noob didn’t stop. They couldn't look back. The terror they consumed them was physical weight pushing them forward. They ran even when their legs burned and the sweet smell of the blood was replaced by the damp scent of pine and dirt.

The guilt of leaving Guest was a sharp, tiny pinprick compared to the overwhelming fear and betrayal they felt, but then another feeling hit them. A clawing, empty vastness in their stomach.

They were starving.

It was a consuming thought. The panic was still there, but it was muted, pushed into a corner by the sudden, overwhelming need to consume. They hadn't realized how long it had been since they last ate, their body felt... hollow.

They kept running, their mind wandering elsewhere until their foot caught on a root, and they tumbled down a steep embankment, a blur of red, brown and cracked earth. They landed hard at the bottom of a narrow, dark ditch. Rain poured on the, wet tending their clothes.

Their vision swam. Everything hurt. And then the hunger returned.

The darkness of the ditch began to feel warm and comfortable.

~

Noob hummed as they looked around in the kitchen. It was bare, and the doors were locked. They figured that out when they first got here.

Thinking about it now, they were quite hungry.

They trudged themselves to a cabinet. They swung it open-

Nothing.

It was completely empty.

Strange.

Noob closed it and went for the next one. They opened it to see it desolated as well.

“What kind of kitchen doesn’t have anything?”

The place was anything but new. Dust covered every surface, and grime was stuffed in the corners of the room. Did the people here abandon this place? Move out?

Noob shook their head. That didn’t matter right now. It didn’t matter at all.

They walked to the fridge, and opened it. The light was off, and it was emptied. It was very, very clean. Like it was brand new.

They grumbled as they slammed the door. They turned to the pantry and swung it open.

Empty.

Noob went after the other cabinets.

Empty.

They got to the drawers.

Empty.

The cupboards?

Empty.

They groaned and rubbed their stomach.

What kind of kitchen had no food?

What kind of kitchen was..

Desolated like this?

Their thoughts began wandering to Guest 666.

Why did he kill that person?

Looking back on it, it didn’t look like he was trying to kill someone.

But at the same time.. Guest had no bruises or cuts on him.

They couldn’t figure out what they felt about it.

Anger?

Grief?

Fear?

Hunger?

They didn’t know. They couldn’t decide.

...

They got up and opened another cupboard.

Empty.

“AAAAARGHH!”

They tore the door off the cupboard, causing the hinges to rip off alongside it. They threw it onto the ground.

What the?

They were furious at first, but now confused. When were they like this? They don’t get mad like this. When were they so.. Strong??? They could hardly even pick up a dumbbell.

Noob stared at their hands. Then at the broken door.

They should clean it up.

…

They started checking the cabinets and drawers again. Nothing.

Noob was just.. disappointed. They weren’t angry, they didn’t want to be angry. That was simply so out of character for them. It was strange being someone else that wasn’t them. Especially adding onto the fact they suddenly had the muscle to rip a door off its place.

They slid down against a wall, facing the kitchen island. They subconsciously dragged their (ungloved) hand and began biting at their fingers. They were so, so hungry. Starving even. They can’t recall the last time they ate.

It wasn’t until Noob accidentally bit their fingers too hard.

Blood immediately attacked their tongue, the metallic taste of iron and sweetness hitting them.

It tasted good.

It tasted good

 Their pupils dilated

They’ve never tasted something like this before

They’ve never tasted something so delicious

Their instincts acted before their thoughts, and they started to mindlessly devour their hand.

The taste was overwhelmingly amazing, the solid flesh alongside the sweet blood made it a delicacy, like their singular hand was a feast itself.

They didn’t stop until pain began to emerge. The agony of eating their hand started to become clear.

Their chewing was quick, comparable to a rapid, starved animal finding prey after days.

They stayed still for a minute. Their pupils constricted the second the agony came to them.

“AAAAGH!”

Noob wailed as they gripped onto their skinless and flesh-eaten hand. Tears were about to spill out their eyes. It burned. It burned so much.

They ran over to the faucet and slammed the cold switch, causing freezing water to gush out.

They stuck their hand under the faucet, wincing in pain with the water flowing through what was left of their hand.

They shut their eyes, grimacing from the pain, until it.. Stopped?

“H-Huh?”

The agony dissipated completely. Their hand still had little straps of flesh left, yes, but it didn’t hurt anymore.

They pulled their hand away from the faucet as they turned it off with their gloved hand. It didn’t hurt.

They spread out their fingers, flesh barely clinging onto their hand bones. Yet they still had full control. They look at both their palm and back.

Huh.

They turned around to the fridge, which had a reflective door, and saw how.. off putting they looked.

They didn’t look like themselves.

Blood was dripping down Noob’s mouth, as if they had just eaten raw meat that wasn’t drained of blood (which they did). The pink and green raccoon bangs of their hair had faded out, now being a dull color. Their hoodie and pants were torn, obviously from falling down a cliff.

Wait..

How did they get here in the first place?

They tore their eyes off the fridge and to the floor. Their gloved hand went up to their head.

Why are they here???

They recall running from Sixer and suddenly having a tremendous appetite. They fell down a cliff from getting their foot caught in a root, and they woke up here.

“Mmm..”

They grumbled in discomfort. Noob doesn’t remember setting their respawn point in a kitchen, let alone a kitchen like this. Did they even set it up at all?

“Where’s Sixer?”

They looked around again, as if he was going to be in the corner of the room and greet Noob quietly when their eyes landed on him.

Of course, he wasn’t there.

“I want Sixeeer..”

They plopped down onto the floor and picked at (what was left) of their hand.

Why did he kill that person?

Thinking more about it, what they did was incredibly stupid.

Why didn’t they just hear him out?? Why’d they run?

He always had his reasons for his actions. Sometimes they were reckless or even dangerous, but he never meant malice.

Maybe if they stayed, they would’ve still been with him.

...

They started wondering where he was now.

Is he in prison? Did he run away? Those 2 seemed to be the most logical choice.

But at the same time..

Did he maybe?-

Noob shook their head. He wouldn’t just take his life! Not without reason!

But..

What if Noob died, and Guest..

 A shot of pain suddenly rose from their stomach, making them groan out in pain as they clutched onto it. The hunger was absolutely unbearable. They wanted to eat something too. They were so hungry.

They hoped Guest was okay. Yet at the same time-

They wanted to eat something too. They were so hungry.

They looked down at their chewed hand. They couldn’t feast on it again. If they did, they’d probably lose their hand as a whole.

It wasn’t until the room suddenly began to warp.

Everything around them started to collapse into blocks.

With those very same blocks, a new environment began to form.

As quick as it happened, Noob fell onto grass. They looked up.

Their senses were stronger. Heightened. They didn't know why.

Someone ran in the corner of their eye.

They turned to see who it was.

A Robloxian with yellow hair, with a black fedora and trench coat. His eyes were covered with the shadow of the fedora, but Noob could clearly see him gritting his teeth.

A wide grin grew on their face as drool started to fill their mouth.

The man’s expression changed to a serious look. He exclaimed something, but they didn’t bother listening.

Not when a potential meal was in front of them.

They let out a loud, crazed laugh as they dashed for the man.

FOOD!