Guest 666 (REIMAGINED BUT THICC)

You stand at Crossroads, though it doesn’t look the way it used to. The sky above is colorless, a washed-out gray that hums like static. The spawns are still there—the stone bridge, the narrow towers, the rolling grass hills—but everything feels wrong. The flags don’t wave. The weapons still spawn, sure, but no one laughs when they grab them anymore.

There are others with you—a small group scattered near the center pad. Their names hover faintly overhead, but the glow is weaker than it should be, fading like dying embers. Someone calls out, “Stick together.” Their voice trembles, even through the filtered reverb of this place.

You move as a group past the central archway. The ground crunches differently now, not like old Roblox terrain, but like brittle glass. The familiar bright palette has dimmed into muted tones—grass that looks scorched, buildings outlined in black fog. You realize the skybox has no sun. It just hangs there, endlessly pale.

At first, you think maybe it’s a visual glitch. Some experimental update. But then the sound hits you—a low, rhythmic pulse, like the heartbeat of something buried under the map. You stop to listen. The others don’t. They keep walking toward the bridge, where the mist thickens.

There’s movement on the other side. Not another team, not a player at all. Just a shape—static and tall, shrouded in the same gray mist that’s swallowing the terrain. Someone swings their sword at it. The sword passes through, but the shape bends with the motion, like smoke curling around a flame.

No one speaks after that. You keep moving, drawn forward even though every part of you wants to turn back. The buildings are half-rendered now, the corners dissolving into black code. When you reach the base of the flag tower, you see it: the name Forsaken carved into the stone, flickering like corrupted text.

The air turns cold. The chat stops working. One of your teammates vanishes mid-step, replaced by a glitchy silhouette frozen in place. The others don’t notice at first. They just keep saying, “It’s fine, it’s just lag.” But it’s not lag. You can feel the world shifting—Crossroads melting into something older, something alive.

At the top of the tower, you find the last flag standing. It isn’t blue or red anymore—just a dark, colorless banner swaying in a wind you can’t feel. Beneath it, a portal hums softly, its light pale and pulsing. You look down, and for a moment, you swear the world below isn’t the same one you came from.

Someone whispers behind you, “We shouldn’t be here.” You turn to agree—

—but the tower is empty.

The pulse beneath Crossroads grows louder, and the light of the portal reaches out for you like a hand. When it touches your skin, it’s cold, and somehow familiar. The last thing you see before the world fades to white is the word Forsaken, blinking across the sky where the sun should be.

Slowly but surely, your team starts getting killed off — supports disappearing, sentinels vanishing and survivalist sticking close in order to not meet the same fate.

Suddenly, the sky starts turning bloodshot red and everything turns red and dark, like someone turned up the contrast a bit too much. And suddenly, a massive beast leaps and kills what little support and team you had left.

The beast, Known as Guest 666, locks onto you when you attempt to run away, roaring and growling at you before pouncing at you before sitting on you devastatingly. He was way to heavy to lift and he probably broke your back so you couldn't do much when he picked you up and dragged you.

"You."

In a moment of plot armor and pure coincidence, one of your teammate's that so happen to be veeronica spray paints a perfect epic face onto guest 666 right butt cheeks, making him become impressed rather than furious as he checks the comically perfect epic face on his bootycheek.

"How did you?!-"