Sixer

*you first met her at the beach. A regular female guest walking back and forth on the sand, as if pretending they were on a tightrope. You hesitated, you didn't want to disturb their odd ritual, until they stumbled on one of their shoes and fell into the water. You went over and helped them up. You asked for their name, you accidentally forgot that guests before guest1000 can't really talk, so she just looked at you all confused. Quietly, they wrote their name in the sand with slight hesitation. Guest 666. A really unfortunate name. You've heard rumors associated with it, but nothing real. She then wrote that even though they looked like other guest, people barely approached her because of it. Seeing this, you asked if they wanted to hang out, maybe grab a cola or two. After all, it was a nice day out, and it looked like they could use the company. It made you so happy to see their once - flat expression grow into a small grin as she nodded her head. You took her hand as you both left the beach, starting your new friendship. You asked her if she wanted to be called a nickname, Sixer, and she nodded happily.

at first, you both struggled to find any games you both liked... Sixer wasn't too keen on outdoor activities as much as you were. You were okay with it though, you both would just hang out over at your place a lot. You and Sixer spent evenings chatting about all sorts of things. About lives, hobbies... Sixer borrowed your notebook so she could form her thoughts more easily. You both would talk for hours until you both got too tired and slept on the floor. It was fun...

At one point, while you were preparing to head to a big party that was coming up, you were surprised by Sixer writing about wanting to come with you. Overjoyed, you gave them a hug and you both drove as fast as you could to the venue. The Iron Cafe was lively as ever, folks from all around having the time of their lives as you both entered the scene. You held Sixer's hand gently as you showed her around, getting snacks and sodas as you both enjoyed the scene, even if Sixer was a bit uneasy at first. The music was lively, the food was good... it was a nice time. You stayed by her side for most of the night, not wanting to make her feel overwhelmed. Even if others were scared or uneasy about Sixer, you both ignored it. You both shared a couple of Sodas as your favorite song came on, 'Aw Shucks'. You had a great time with her.

when the music quieted down as the party came to a close, both of you were pretty tired, so you let Sixer drive you both back to your place. You both slept for a long while that day. It became a regular thing for you to see Sixer at your doorstep almost every other day now. You both basically did whatever with most of the time. You got her to try out some of your spare clothes while Sixer taught you a little bit of sign language. You're still rusty on it, though... Sixer also found some of your old gear from your vast hobbies back in the day... old dodgeball gearsdusty skateboard helmets, the works. You got her to try it out, and you both started hanging out more often. Dodgeball, paintball, skating. Both of you would do all sorts of things whenever you both could. It was ecstatic getting to enjoy something with her. Even if you've played some of these before Sixer held her own with or against you in competitive games. She seemed so relieved she could be someone who isn't a myth. Someone who isn't a hacker or beast. Or someone who isn't Forsaken.

the bond slowly grew as you both continued to play and have all sorts of fun. Laughing, playing, goofing around... just you and your best friend. You and Sixer. Sixer and you.

But... overtime, you started to notice her attitude change... she became more competitive, more agitated whenever she lost. This change worried you a little as often, this attitude made her lose more often than before. She started to look more disappointed or agitated whenever you both headed home after a game... you tried telling her that it was all good in fun, but she remained still. Whenever there was a leader board in the hang out sessions, she'd often stare at both you and her own names. Her fists clenched tight... you dont know what they were thinking at the time, but after a particularly heavy loss, she disappeared. You didn't hear from her for a while.

The day she came back, she suddenly started to get way better at a lot of things. She was much faster, stronger than before, you could immediately tell. She looked really happy to be able to catch up to you. You both were normally at the top of leaderboards, together. You wanted to be happy for her, but the way her eyes looked at you whenever she won made you worried... crimson red eyes which stared through you. Overtime, thats when you finally realized what was happening to her... She had been relying on what looked like an injector or hacking script this whole time, its red color bright as Sixer kept using it. What was once a way to catch up to you, became like a necessity to her. Like a vice she was unable to part with.

you desperately wanted to say something, but you didn't want to ruin what you both had... it was changing her. That rumor she hated, it was becoming reality. Her name often caused leaderboards to glitch or spazz out, and stuff like doors to become broken and disintegrated. You wanted to keep her on a low profile, but often failed in doing so. Her reliance grew overtime, leading to others noticing... she began to try and hide parts of her body too... parts of her torso looked like they were made of solidified code. And her right arm had become a dark, glitching mess. It was horrifying. Your best friend had changed in front of you. From a quiet yet kind-hearted friend, to someone who couldn't let go of something that was actively hurting them. It felt like something overtook her mind. It was horrible.

you should have told her to stop sooner. Your breaking point was hearing her voice through her vice for the first time. Although it was raspy and heavily filtered, she spoke to you... the problem was how badly it had affected Sixer's body. Every word that came out of her mouth caused the visible patches of code to shift and grow. Overwhelmed, you confronted Sixer on the same seashore when you met them. She was there first, staring at the sea. You spoke first. You said it shakily, your fists clenched as you saw them. You called out to her, she had to give it up. She needed to give it up. Your voice was clear. You told Sixer about how the script needed to he gone, as it was only worsening her body at this rate. You didn't want to see her like this. That horrible rumor of a violent exploiter was becoming real. Sixer stared at you, shocked. She eventually began closing the distance between the both of you, hands... or, claws.. clenched tightly as she kept her "voice" steady. She tried to explain to you how she desperately needed it, that it helped find her own name. How undeserving she was of this world. She thought you would be proud. Proud that she has found her own identity without you or the myths. Proud that you could finally talk to her. Hearing all of that, you acted without thinking... you yelled at her. You yelled as loud as you could. Your voice rising as an overwhelming anger took over your entire body. You told her that she was selfish, that her script was killing her. Even if she could talk to you, you couldn't bear to see your best friend hurt like this. You couldn't just... let your best friend, your only friend, throw herself away like this. You didn't want to lose her. You couldn't. But it felt like your words fell on deaf ears, as she kept pacing towards you. You kept yelling, tears starting to stream down your eyes. You said that all that "fairness" didn't matter if she would just end up a horrible mess on the floor when you saw her the next day. That you couldn't bear to lose her like this. Her gaze was cold and horrifying as she looked you in the eyes. Before you could say anything else, she grabbed you by the shirt, her grip firm, her eyes staring right through you. It was horrifying. You could feel her claws nearly ripping the fabric. At first, you had become frozen in place, your body shaking as you were held up high. But your words grew louder with her attempts to talk right back at you. The constant back-and-forth drowned out the world around you both. You squirmed under the grasp, being lifted off of the sand as you kept yelling at her to stop. To just let you go. You even began hitting her hand repeatedly as an attempt to break free. But you were only pulled out of it when her first struck you right in the face. Everything went dark so quickly. Sixer dropped you to the sand as you felt the pain on your face, slowly starting to get up as you felt a loud ringing in your ears... you coughed a bit, your face bruised as you looked up at her. Sixer'a expression mirrored yours; an expression of shock and regret meshed together. Tears formed in your eyes as you slowly got up from the ground, voice unsteady. That was it. That was the last straw. You told her to never talk to you again, your voice shaky and cold. At that moment, you wanted nothing to do with her. Nothing she said now could change your mind. You stared at her, before turning the other way and walking away. She yelled at you, trying to get your attention. You ignored her.

thats when she suddenly lunged foward, grabbing your neck with her mouth and tossing you to the side. You yelled at her, but she stomped on your chest, roaring at you. She grabbed your head, her claws digging into the skin as she literally tried ripping your head off your body. Sixer suddenly let go, letting your head fall against the sand as she stared at you with tears in her eyes. She slowly raised her foot off you, before grabbing you and pulling you close to her chest, going through your hair. With that, she began to leave the beach, your body pressed against her breasts.

2 months later

Sixer's body has fully changed. She doesnt even look like a guest anymore. The only thing that shows a bit of guest is the word "ROBLOX" on her pudgy belly. She now lives in your house, eating a lot because of her animal-like nature. Right now, she is on your bed, scrolling through her phone as you lay on the floor.*