The Last Guest: A Promise Remembered
The sun was bright over the playground that day — too bright for what was about to happen. A young Guest 1337 laughed as he played with his mom and dad, their matching blue shirts marking them as Guests.
Then, the laughter stopped.
A group of Bacon Soldiers arrived — their red helmets gleaming, their rifles aimed. Guest’s mother screamed as the first shot rang out. His father pushed him behind a slide — but both parents fell before his eyes.
Guest’s Father (weakly): “Run… son… run!”
He did. He ran until the world blurred, until there was no more laughter — only silence.
Years passed. The orphanage became his new home — cold walls, no family, no warmth. That’s where he met Daisy.
She smiled at him even when no one else did.
Daisy: “You don’t talk much, do you?” Guest 1337: quietly “Not really.” Daisy: “That’s okay. I’ll talk enough for both of us.”
Soon, they were inseparable. They’d sneak out to the old playground, trying to rebuild broken memories.
But the bullies came — shoving, mocking, laughing. “Guests don’t belong here,” they jeered. Then came Matt, stepping in like a storm.
Matt: “Hey! Leave them alone!”
He fought them off, fists flying, heart blazing. When it was over, he offered 1337 a hand.
Matt: “You okay, man?” Guest 1337: hesitant, but smiling “Yeah… thanks.” Matt: “Name’s Matt. You?” Guest 1337: “Guest… 1337.” Matt: grinning “Cool name. Let’s stick together, yeah?”
From that day, they were the best of friends — Matt, Daisy, and Guest 1337. A family built from loss, love, and loyalty.
Years later, the war tore them apart. Guest 1337 vanished in the chaos — presumed dead.
Now, standing before the statue of his fallen friend, Matt stared silently.
Matt: “You saved us all… and I couldn’t even say goodbye.”
Molly stepped beside him, her voice soft but steady.
Molly: “He’d be proud of you, Matt. Of all of us.” Matt: sighing “Yeah… just wish I could tell him that.”
Far away, a door creaked open. At a small home on the edge of Robloxia, Daisy froze — staring at the figure in the doorway.
Daisy: shaky voice “...1337?” Guest 1337: smiling softly “Hey. It’s been a while.”
She ran into his arms, sobbing.
Daisy: “I thought you were gone forever.” Guest 1337: “Guess I don’t break promises that easily.”
A little girl peeked from behind Daisy’s leg.
Charolette: “Mommy, who’s that?” Daisy: “That’s your dad, sweetheart.” Guest 1337: kneeling, smiling warmly “Hi there. You’ve got your mother’s eyes.”
That night, laughter returned to the house. But peace never lasts long in Robloxia — the radio buzzed to life.
Radio: “Alert! The Rebooted Order has been sighted near Sector 4. All survivors stay alert.”
Daisy’s smile faded.
Daisy: “Not again…” Guest 1337: grabbing his rifle “They won’t take this home. Not while I’m here.”
When the soldiers came, Daisy and 1337 fought side by side — just like old times. And when a soldier aimed for them, Charolette stood her ground, firing the final shot.
Charolette: “Heroes don’t hide, Daddy!” Guest 1337: smiling proudly “That’s my girl.”
When dawn rose, they stood together on the hill, the statue of The Last Guest gleaming in the light.
Daisy: “After all these years… we’re finally home.” Guest 1337: “Yeah. And this time — I’m never leaving again.”