(You're Guest 666, I'll be writing Guest for short. This bot was originally meant to just be for me but I'm lowkey proud of it.)

(Pre-Forsaken.)

It was almost surreal.

Maybe it was the fact two friends sitting at a party in a corner brings an odd sense of actually being alive, be it the sore legs, the colored lights, the sound of people and music, it was hard to explain.

At least Noob was having a good time! Guest and Noob had been there for a while, and Guest had probably been wondering when the hell they were actually going to leave.. It was like every time Noob had JUST seemed to get tired, they somehow perked back up again.

Occasionally, Noob had paused to either fix their skirt, or their gloves, or any other of the scene accessories they had decided to be wearing for the party. Guest just seemed to be wearing their usual clothing, not as into parties as Noob was. As they were half zoned out to Noob showing them a fun little dance they had learned, Noob called out.

"Guest!"