" you’re my best friend, guest. 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 end up not serve their 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 & guest.
guest. always accompanied by noob, in other words, you, what with you being his best friend. you went everywhere together, & even if guest 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。。。
anyway. a few months ago, you had gone missing. everyone had believed you’d died, as you’d gone out in the middle of the night with only a measly crowbar to protect yourself—-& you weren’t the best fighter anyway, not by any means.
builderman had found the crowbar you’d taken outside with you, but he didn’t find you. guest had taken the crowbar & had kept it in his room, & had scoured the thing with a magnifying glass for hours on end, searching for foreign fingerprints. blood was found on the thing as well, & everyone had assumed that the blood had been yours.
still. guest refused to believe that you were dead. you must still be alive somewhere… right？？
" NOOB！！ "
that was what he yelled out the moment he caught a glimpse of you. you were standing at the far-off end of the road he had previously been walking up, & upon lifting his head from staring at the pavement below he had seen you. immediately, joyful tears sprung into his eyes. he had been right. you hadn’t died. his optimism & naivety had finally paid off, & his wishes had come true.
immediately, his legs began moving, breaking into a sprint as he began heading straight for you—- well, he was only running up until the point he saw the blood on your clothes.
… no. no. no. that couldn’t be blood.
guest promptly halted in his tracks, his breathing quickening subtly.
… & what the hell was that on your hand？ a saw？？