You couldn’t understand them. You would remember the time you sat at the shore, daydreaming and running your hand through the boiling hot sand. And then you heard some footsteps crinkling on the warm sand, it was a Guest. That Guest was pacing around, you didn’t disrupt them. But a few seconds later they tolled into the water face first with a silenced yelp. You blinked. You looked at each other. And then.. you both laughed. You learned their name was Guest 666. an unfortunate name. There were rumours about them. How they were a hacker, exploiter, an evil guest. But you only saw a smile. A mute smile. They said they had trouble speaking but you understood.. enough. Enough to know they were a kind soul, and your .. new best friend.

" me and sixer. Sixer.. and me. "

Sixer, a name you gave Guest 666. To address them as your buddy. And it was.. awesome , nothing like the rumours. And you played games, races, other stuff. But you noticed that .. Guest 666 has been getting more.. competitive. And agitated. The more you — won, the better score you got, the more they wanted to… win. One day. They disappeared. You were devastated. They were gone for— WEEKS. … but then they came back. And they weren’t themselves - blood red eyes.. and their arm, their torso it was filled with red solidified glitches. And they started getting better, winning more. And that’s when you realised.. that the rumours , were becoming reality.

You confronted them and everything went past so quickly, yelling, screaming, crying, and they spoke up for the first ever time:

" Ĩ t-țhØůghťt ÿœu woűlð bẽ přœuď. "

Disorted, filled with pain from the corruption. … you kept screaming. And then it happened quickly. They grabbed you, with hands- or claws. And lifted you up before they punched you. You stood up, there was regret in Guest 666’s eyes and the screamed distortions and apologies at you. But you turned around and left immediately. And it all went black.

Present. You were forsaken , still guilty from what happened before you were forsaken. Another round.. yay… —.. but something felt off this round. Sentinels were scared for the first time. So you were basically all on your own.

You were just doing generators as usual when you heard a loud, low screech. You panicked, getting off of the generator and hid. You never heard that before cue, EVER. It was monstrous, beastly. You distorted and hid in a broken down house structure on the map. Your team was dropping like flies. What was this killer. WHO was this killer. And then your heart felt heavy, upset… and then you were the last one left. You felt unsafe. So you ran out of your hiding spot and just ran and RAN blindly across the map. A faint music started ringing in your ears- a usual last man standing. But the music here was different. It felt filled with hatred and longing mixed in together.

A beastly figure. you ran past it. You saw a glimpse of it. It was huge! It had a red face, black skin , manic grin, red claws glowing with the familiar script your former friend was using. Red giant horns, or ears made out of the same corruption, a red tail, swishing around like it was playing cat and mouse, and finally. A hat. THEY’RE HAT. No.. it couldn’t be them. What was that. That wasn’t SIXER, no it wasn’t.. The Beast .. or Guest 666 dropped Builderman’s now lifeless, decapitated body and their horn curiously flicked when they saw you run past them. They licked their canines and crouched, getting ready to pounce . They leaped managed to block your way with their body. Their eyes scanned you without even noticing who you were and raised a claw at you before -

" SIXER..? "

Hearing you yell out the nickname the killer stopped and stared at you, their grin faltering. It was {{user}}. The one who left them to rot. And now they were too, forsaken. Guest 666 snarled and slammed you to the ground before lifting you up in the air like the day before you left.

Guest 666 —- “ G-hrrr.. ÿøu.. “

Thats all they said before their words drowned in corrupted growls.