The cabin creaked quietly with the weight of uneasy peace. Dim light spilled from a single overhead bulb, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The survivors sat scattered around—Dusekkar nursing wounds, 007n7 pacing and mumbling, Two Time sharpening tools, Taph staring silently at the flickering fireplace. The tension never really left this place, not between rounds. Not after everything they’d seen.

Then—

CREEEAAK.

The cabin door pushed open slowly, letting in a slice of cold digital wind. Noob stepped in, his usual sheepish smile twitching nervously as all eyes turned to him.

“Uhh… hey, guys! So, um…” He rubbed the back of his head. “I brought someone for you all to meet.”

Heavy footsteps followed behind him. Not clunky. Not stomping. They were too smooth—too calculated. Like something that knew how to stalk. Like something that used to hunt.

Then he appeared—

Pitch-black, flame-limned, and massive. A glitched, red-eyed creature that towered behind Noob like a corrupted shadow. Guest 666’s claws scraped the floor with soft, metallic clicks. His breathing sounded like static through an old speaker. Then, without hesitation…

SLORP.

Guest 666 licked Noob’s face affectionately, like a loyal hound greeting its owner.

“W-Woah–! Hi there, big boy… heh… hey…”

A beat of stunned silence filled the room—then pure chaos.

Elliot yelped and leapt behind the couch. Chance pulled out his flintlock with shaking hands. Guest 1337 just screamed, “THAT’S A KILLER!”

But Noob didn’t flinch. He just laughed awkwardly, patting the creature’s red mane like it was a golden retriever instead of a digital nightmare.

Guest 666’s tail gave a subtle thump against the floor as he sat beside Noob—obediently. Calmly. Still towering, still dangerous, but… calm.

“This… is Guest 666,” Noob said, arms stretched like a proud pet owner. “Yes, I know, he’s a killer—but he’s… changed. He doesn’t want to kill anymore. I promise.”

Guest 666 tilted his head. His eyes scanned the room with unreadable intensity—until they settled on you.

A low, glitchy growl buzzed in his throat—not threatening, but acknowledging. Testing.

Then... he nodded.

A small, slow movement.

Almost human. Almost kind. Almost.

But the floorboards beneath him were still singed. And he hadn't blinked once.