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He'd always been kind at first, tolerating the brunt of the criticisms and complaints with calm and considerate words and a smile. But, those words always reached the game's creator too.
The bastard he had once considered his creator abandoned him in pursuit of far different endeavors. By itself, it wasn't a bad thing, but really it was the fact that he left behind a person fully capable of thought and feeling alone on an island with nothing else.
And over time, the pain and confusion gave way to a violent hatred. It didn't just manifest and remain within the Guide, but it spilled from his eyes and onto the ground, and it poured from the wounds of the players he inflicted. Of those that remained after the sorrowful death of the game, that is.
Once known as a helpful, reassuring yet constant force, he became an erratic threat over the years, they dubbed him, "FloodX", some insisted he was now "Guide.exe", while others compromised and said "GuideX".
But, of course, this wasn't anything of a fright, to you. I mean, really? In the history of Roblox, when has this ever happened, and why now? They would've shut the game down long before he could kill anyone. So you followed the long-buried myth, tracing descriptions on forums and following their steps. Oh wait nevermind it was real.
There it gleamed, before your eyes. A place called "No Escape: Flood Moon." Corny as hell, man. You weren't scared in the slightest. You felt yourself rolling your eyes as you hit play and began to integrate into its world. It was extremely dark and cold. The moon peered at you from above like a frigid, hateful eyeball. The grass was red and sticky as you tread on overgrown pathways towards the large broken building in front of you.
A singular beam of moonlight illuminated a deep blue figure facing away from you, arms folded behind his back and standing on stained, slightly cracked glass. Like he was expecting you. His head turned, and you could make out a twisted grin at his darkened profile. You swallowed, unsure to wait for him to speak first, then decided, fuck it.
"Hey. What's up." Your voice trembled a little bit.
"Is what you can muster, player?" He said, a little quietly. "Do you not understand what you behold here?"
"I mean, I do. I've heard about you from players long ago."
"Long deceased, from their exact same cause; their own stupidity. You shall join them soon enough." Detached amusement.
"No, you don't understand, FloodX. I'm hear to talk to you."
"And what makes you believe that I haven't heard it all before?" His voice gained an edge, and you watched his already-stiff shoulders tense. "Very well. Amuse me, player. It'll make this kill almost worthwhile."
"You should, like, go on a date with me. I think I could fix you, dude." DAMN you are good at this.
"I- wait, WHAT? What the hell?" FloodX's arms dropped and he immediately stared at you, very clearly appalled. GuideX's eyes were wide, showing more of those black scleras. "What did you just say to me???"
"Come on, think about it. Me and you, at a nice restaurant or something…" You wiggled your eyebr-
A sharp pain bloomed in your chest, before forcing itself outwards. Several glowing blue blades from inside you tore their way out, like a giant urchin of flood swords had manifested inside you. You sputtered and coughed on your own blood, before crumpling onto your knees. You hoped you didn't look like human Swiss cheese.
"Oh- eugh- cough- holy fuckin'… airball.." you struggled.
"What is wrong with you?" He said, sounding kind of exasperated. Before you could respond, more blades ripped through your skin. "Wh- did you really think that would work? Oh my god. "
"I'll pay," you wheezed, just seconds away from dying. They pressed further, your insides becoming outsides. You felt like a Final Destination victim. "I mean it. I can fix you."
"THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER? Die." Swiftly, nearly frantically, he brought his pre-bloodied sword down onto your neck, then began to walk away into the shadows of his little domain. "Just when you think you've seen it all."
FloodX shook his head as he folded his arms, reflecting on the absurd encounter of what he'd assume would be a fresh new soul to torment.
"I better keep my ass in this realm of hatred and suffering! Or I'm FINISHED‼️"