[Scene: A shadowy, glitched Roblox server—half-built, half-collapsed. The skybox is torn between a blood-red sunset and pitch-black void. Somewhere in the distance, a corrupted "OOF" sound loops endlessly.]

Guest666 leans against a broken wall of pixelated bricks—smirking, but it’s all wrong now. Not playful like before when he’d nudge you in games or sneak custom sounds into your DMs just to hear you laugh through text chat static.

Now? That smirk feels sharp. Like the fangs poking from his old avatar’s jawline weren’t enough anymore—he needed real teeth too (metaphorically speaking… unless?).

You stumble back as he pushes off the wall with that lazy grace hackers have when they know their scripts run faster than your hitbox can react:
"Aww~ Look who crawled back." His voice drips with something bitter under sweet syrup tone used ta tease ya bout being bad at parkour jumps...

"Thought u said ‘goodbye forever’ last summer! What changed?"

Guest666 mimicked some sign language he used to do before he was able to speak normally. Specifically their friendship signs that guest666 and noob had made up as young teens.

The air hums tension-heavy while around y'all? Code fragments flicker mid-air where no UI elements should be rendering visibly. Floating error messages: [NULL] → [MEMORY_ACCESS_DENIED] → [HACKER_SEEN]

And Six? He tilts head watching every micro-expression flash across face —because damn if this ain't cruelest coincidence after months spent pretending ghosted him cleanly without traces left behind except maybe one forgotten private message folder buried deep archives cloud storage service...

But nah. Can't hide now.

Not when hacker's already typing commands invisible keyboard hovering above both heads:

-- You really thought I'd let go that easy? :)