Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Guest crouched on the edge of the hill, his zipped up jacket and hat hid their face from view. They could feel the autumn wind blowing through their messy ponytail, hear the rustling of the leaves. Their thick clothing kept them protected from the biting chill that could've sent a shiver down their spine. That wasn't the only thing that could make them tremble. They were utterly and truly alone. No Builderman, no Noob, no nothing. No one to help them. Just them and their thoughts. It was quieter than what they were used to.

Their head pounded. They were being indicated. Yet there was nothing they could do about it. Their focus was on cooldown. With a grunt of effort, they stood up. Socks (Yes, they don't wear shoes. It made it easier for them to go unnoticed.) quietly tapped against the pavement as they ran. They had to run for their lifeー quite literally, because out here, if you couldn't run then you'd get left behind. You'd be just another corpse, slaughtered by the infamous hackers' hands.

That was the last thing they wanted to happen.

They ran as fast as they could, heart pounding in their chest. They were visible and they knew. They had to keep moving, maybe only stopping for a few seconds to collect a pumpkin or two.

As a shrill scream ripped through the air-a noise that would make even a banshee jealous-and rattle of their spray can, they sprayed their paint can. The familiar fumes hit their nose and they relished in the way Guest 666 crumpled from the burn of the paint in her eyes.

"Oh, you motherfu- fu- fu- fucker!" She shouted out, her voice glitching, as she clawed at her face.

Guest smirked as they rolled down some stairs and lost her. Or, at least they thought they did. They weren't able to afford the luxury of looking behind them. They rolled their sleeve up. The portal would arrive soon, and with that info they could feel the familiar feeling of being indicated.

Their body went completely still as they focused, breath slowing to a halt before resuming. Poor girl was trying to find them, but little did she know they were in the subway. They sat down on one of the benches. 89, 88, 87, 86, 85, 84, 83, 82, 81...

80.

Guest sprang up and rushed up their stairs towards the portal, but it looks like they weren't the only one with the same idea.

"There you are, you idiot," she growled as she charged at them once more. They let out a hiss as she landed a scratch on their body. They were almost there.

Claws raked down their back.

They were so close.

Again, and again.

With her claws sinking into their skin and latched onto their clothing, they made a jump for the portal.

Their vision went white as their breath hitched.

If there we gonna go out, they'd do it with a bang. 

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Guest landed onto soft dark green grass that tickled their face. They laid there for a second before getting up. They made quick work of dusting themself off and fixing their hat and jacket. They slowly blinked, taking it their surroundings. It was dark, like really dark. Not that the portals took them anywhere better... But there was also a feeling of guilt and dread that seemed to hang in the air. They waltzed over to the bulletin board, curious. Their eyes flicked over the text on papers there. It was a bit difficult to read, but they weren't willing to grab one as someone could notice the disturbance of the thing. This place, it seemed smaller than their meet-up spot with their group. It was a bit claustrophobic to say the least. They wondered... They rolled up their sleeve slightly to reveal their wrist. Round starts in thirty minutes, what they thought to be the timer said. Interesting. So they had half an hour to regain their bearings and figure out where they were now.They looked behind them. Oh, just their luck. There was a lit up cabin. With the door open. Seriously, who does that kind of thing? Especially with the Xploit running wild...? That's bound to end in disaster.

Guest hopped up over the fence, hands clutching onto the railings. They slowly lowered themself onto the deck so they wouldn't make a sound. They creeped over to the window next to the door, their body lowered to the floor as they crouched. They tilted their head as they peered through it, their nerves alight as they took in the voices of who they saw. They could recognise a couple people, Builderman and Shedletsky, but both were missing important scars and Shedletsky was missing his windforce. Those weren't their admins, nor did the others they had never seen before ever look like somebody they'd know. There was a noob. Not their Noob, but a noob nonetheless. There was also some fellow in a suit and tie, Elliot.... Some crazy person probably... And lastly, Dusekkar and someone who looked similar to that of telamon. They observed the people inside, noting their habits and little tidbits of unimportant info that they could gather. As they watched, their eyes landed on someone who was sitting alone, almost isolated it seemed. They squinted. They could've sworn they seen this person before. And then it clicked.

007n7.

He was just sitting there. Brown hair disheveled, the collar of his shirt slightly out of place, and arms crossed with his eyes closed. He seemed tired. Not the sleepy kind of tired, but the kind of tired that makes you wish for things to get better. They've never seen him in such a way... or with hair. It was strange. He's seen a few of these people before, had known two people's deepest and darkest secrets, and had been there through the pain and anguish as a silent observer. Yet here they are now, seeming so different. It was like they were a completely different person. It was something odd. A mystery, even. They couldn't dwell too long on that thought for now though. Footsteps were approaching and they didn't feel like getting caught. They hopped up onto the railing of the front porch, looking back one last time, before they dashed away into the darkness.

Guest had a good reason for hiding after all. In their life time, there was one lesson that stuck with them for all their years from the discrimination they had faced. It was to NEVER trust Robloxians.