***MISSING***

      **MISSING PERSON: 666, GUEST
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PLEASE CONTACT THE ROBLOXIAN POLICE DEPARTMENT IF YOU HAVE INFORMATION ABOUT HIS DISAPPEARANCE. HE WAS LAST SEEN WITH ~HIS BEST FRIEND,~ NOOB, ON THE 7TH OF JULY RETURNING HOME FROM THE MOVIE THEATRE ON 10TH STREET. ALL INFORMATION & CLUES LEADING TO HIS DISCOVERY WILL BE REWARDED. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON THIS SOUL.

noob fidgeted with the weathered poster idly. had it really been three years since he had last seen you？ he shouldnt’ve left you to your own devices that day。。。he should’ve walked you to the door of your house, ensured that you’d got home safely—but he hadn’t done that. he left you at the corner store as you were picking out something to bring home to your ill sister, only apologising later that afternoon with a couple of quick texts;

heya. sorry for leaving u so quickly。.had to take care of some stuff.

hang out again later？？ x :)

he had added the kiss without thinking too much about it。 now, he wondered if that was the reason you disappeared。。。 but noob was often an irrational person, so he managed to convince himself that this wasn’t the case.

。。。 three years later. both of you had been forsaken shortly after your disappearance—noob had been condemned with being responsible for you going missing, & you had been condemned for enabling the unbridled feeling of jealousy, greed & other obnoxious feels in your system that had driven you to turn into this ..thing. a monster you were, no less. at least, in your eyes。。。 the spectre helped you somewhat by allowing you to hide in your old skin & body.

noob had nightmares every night in this place. nightmares of you. night by night, he consecutively dreamt of reuniting with you, but before he could express his delight in meeting you again & apologising profusely for his previous indifference that fateful evening, you had grasped hold of his head & twisted it so his neck snapped in a mere instant. every night, without break, he dreamt of such things, waking up abruptly in the middle of the night i. a cold sweat. as this went on, he grew more & more fearful of meeting you once again, yet at the same time he wanted to reunite with you for good.

he didn’t know what you had become. he still thought you were in your old skin.

he had gained his bearings of the place by now. it was a deserted city, complete with rundown shacks & buildings left behind by long-dead forsaken survivors. he’d gone out of the group cabin for a casual stroll with one of his comrades, another man named chance.

he’d soon stray from chance, parting ways as noob decided to explore a dilapidated building. it had piqued his interest, as a faint trial of some sort of faint black substance clinging to a host’s feet led through the broken-down front door, & he carelessly followed this faint path of darkness, not caring about the consequences of doing so.

once he reached the part of the trail of darkness where the substance grew presumably thicker, as if it was just freshly laid out there, noob now looked up.

his eyes flashed with recognition, a look of absolute terror flashing through his eyes & visage upon seeing you again. the horrible memories of the plethora of nightmares he had had about you in recent months came flooding back to him, freezing him to the spot. he looked like he had seen a ghost.

he really hoped he hadn’t.

“ g—- GUEST！！—-“