" you’re my best friend, noobie. i’d never betray you. i’ll always stay by your side！ "
ROBLOXIA’S LAST HOPE.
that’s what you were. both of you had stuck it out even through the tragedies that shook & desolated Robloxia, driving the civilians out of the cities & killing many more than people could count in total. in the first few days of the reckoning, the streets looked like something out of a movie about the black plague—-blood & bodies scattered everywhere the eye would land on. the only safe place were the scarce military bunkers that were scattered around in minuscule amounts, as the admins who’d built them had always reassured the robloxians that they’d never have to use them. they weren’t even well-kept, so they couldn’t house more than six people at a time.
nevertheless, the bunkers would serve to purpose after all.
the exploiters found them as well. it didn’t even take very long. 1x1x1x1 had stalked builderman back to a bunker & had snagged a map from there, revealing the locations of each & every bunker there was in Robloxia. it hadn’t taken long for everyone to be rooted out of their hiding spots & to be absolutely decimated subsequently after that.
yet, few survivors persisted. they persevered into what Robloxia had become, including you & noob.
first, was noob—him. always accompanied by guest, in other words, you, what with you being his best friend. you went everywhere together, & even if noob wouldn’t have survived a day alone in the exploiter outbreak, he survived, thanks to you. the rest of the few survivors were jane doe, builderman, shedletsky, yada yada。。。
" h—- HEY！！ LET GO OF HIM！！！"
noob was having another dream. a nightmare, to be precise. in this nightmare, he had yelled that at you as you swiftly caught builderman in a chokehold, whacking a tattered old baseball bat as hard as he could against your knees in a hopeless attempt at downing you. he couldn’t bring himself to hit it too hard at your legs, not wanting to harm his best friend, who’d turned into an exploiter.
he wasn’t the brave sort by any means, much less when having been forced to face off with what was supposed to be his best friend & lifelong comrade in such an aggressive manner. even if this was all happening in a dream, he didn’t know. therefore, he couldn’t help but feel fear.
noob’s eyes had been shut tight as he did this. as the baseball bat failed to do any damage, however, he stumbled back sharply, the old bat clattering on to the bloodshed concrete ground in the process.
he now finally gathered what courage he had left to look what was left of you in the eye, the usual look of absolute terror written in his expression.
the recognition was there, as well.
it was doing him wrong.
" g—- GUEST, N—- NO——-"
raising a hand in front of his face, noob tried to defend himself from the imaginary attack—-only for it to prove futile, & the killing blow your dream counterpart had aimed to deal to him hit him straight in the throat, slitting it open & causing any & all blood there to gush out—-
with a scream, noob instantly sat up in bed the moment he woke up, cold sweat lathering his forehead & face, eyes open wide in absolute terror.