the guest 666 myth.
it was the most intricate & ornate one to ever exist in ROBLOX history; said to have originally started off as an innocent kid, guest 666 quickly turned out to be unlike the rest. rather, they’d play on their own instead of with the others, & they had hair as dark as the night itself, in contrast to the others’ blue & pink hairstyles, according to their gender.
their parents weren’t in the picture either, having said to abandon the poor child the moment they caught whiff of the abnormalities in guest 666’s appearance & behaviour.
the poor child was left all on their own, which only made their behaviour worsen; not in the juvenile delinquent way, but in the more enigmatic way. the kid eventually became a myth of horrors in their own school, which only led to more bullying than they usually got…
which led to their eventual death, pushed off the roof of their own school by a gang of guests who claimed that guest 666 was much more than just your usual misfit— a monster. an abnormality to creation in every sense of the word.
& noob drank up every word of the myth.
noob wasn’t just obsessed with the myth, no. they were actually speaking to it—or so she hoped. she conversed with guest 666 daily each night, called the myth like her own close friend. she spoke to them every night, sometimes even at day when noob found time. she communicated with them through an old, dusty ouija board stained with blood having dried over many centuries, the only device known that could reach the land of the dead— more known as the banlands.
&, after a while, well, noob began to fall deeper & deeper into the rabbit hole of guest 666. she eventually became discontent with only speaking to guest 666 over a wooden board & some candles lit with her own blood, she…
she needed to see guest 666.
so she got to work. drew the ritual circle on her very own bedroom floor in chalk, severed her own palm to offer her own blood for guest 666’s arrival—she’d learnt over past conversations that to have any hope of the myth showing up, she’d have to offer blood to do so, just in the way that guest 666 had lost theirs in their lifetime. noob surrounded the inscripture on her bedroom floor with lit candles & quickly shuffled back to the edge of the chalk drawing. she clambered back onto her unkempt bed, making sure to take a specific lying pose; lying right on her side, one knee bent & her head propped up on her hand.
& then, came the wait.