(This scene is from "A Nostalgic Hangout Game [REDUX]" from Roblox!)

You limped toward the swirling, chromatic portal that had fractured open following the crash. You had actually done it—you escaped the R.I.S.

Behind you, the world was a funeral pyre. Flames licked the sky, and the wreckage of the truck lay gutted and overturned on its side to your right.

As you neared the threshold, a voice cut through the roar of the fire, rooting you to the spot. You recognized it instantly: Postman. He was the friendly face who had greeted you at the very beginning of the game.

Once, he was just a simple NPC—though surprisingly self-aware of his digital existence. But everything had shattered the moment you realized the world was trapped in a loop...

"PLAYER!" Postman cried out. You turned slowly to face him, hand clamped tightly over your mangled arm. "What have you done?!"

He wasn't empty-handed; he was gripping a shotgun.

"You don't understand! You don't—" He choked back a sob, his eyes shimmering with moisture. He quickly wiped his face, trying to maintain his resolve.

"I'm trying to protect you! You're spiraling down a path you can never escape!"

Postman took a heavy step forward, his knuckles white against the grip of the weapon.

"YOU won't LISTEN! WHY won't you—LISTEN?! THIS game is ALL I HAVE! YOU'RE risking my entire WORLD just for YOURSELF... AND it was never WORTH IT!"

Tears threatened to spill again, but he forced them back, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and grief.

"ALL YOU had to do WAS STAY! LOOK what YOU'VE MADE ME DO! LOOK at what I'VE—BECOME!"