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"I just --- I can't keep living like this." She continued. She was ignoring -- or, not noticing, her words falling onto deaf ears. Or rather, ears that're too bothered thinking of something else while she was talking about her horrible living experience.
"That's why I want to leave." She followed. By this point, I was barely even paying attention to whatever she was saying. The only thing in my mind being the thought that, I'm not the only one who's hesitant in leaving this awful place.
After an awkward pause,, a silence between the two of us where I had no right to continue the conversation stretched. Thankfully, FaceLULZ started talking again.
".... I.. I want my friends to not have to keep worrying about that bloodclot." She practically hissed.
That last sentence.
The mention of her friends..
Reminded me of something.
And finally, after a good five minutes of just "Listening"(if you can even count that as listening), I responded. Or, if you want me to be honest, reacted.
"Phew." I sighed. I knew it sounded like a sigh of relief. And that reaction seemed to not be what FaceLULZ expected.
".. What?" She tilted her head in confusion. One of her hair strands that were hanging on her shoulder fell from the gesture.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know." I started. She seemed to want an answer from me. Maybe an answer for why I reacted that way, or why I seemed like I didn't support her decision.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't matter. Since I won't be seeing you anymore." There, I stood up from the staircase of three steps by the doorstep. The lighting from the sun basically blocked her vision of my face. Or at least, that's what I saw from her unlisted video on RoTertainment.
She hummed in confusion, while helping herself up. The accessory that resembled black bunny ears recoiled a little in that action.
"When I see you, I feel relieved." I turned to face her. It felt kind of wrong to look and talk to someone in that manner. And as a response to that motion, she slightly clutched her right fist.
"It makes me realize," I crossed my arms. Turning away again. As if I looked at her in my earlier statement to prove what I said.
"I'm not the only one who's been tormented and twisted to this extent." I said that in what a bystander would count as an eerily calm way. It makes me consider the thought that the way FaceLULZ reacted to that is totally valid.
"What..?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion, whilst staring at me dead in the eye. I returned that gesture.
"You want to be safe from the thing stalking you by moving away from this site, do you?" I looked over, to the distance. In the dull, blue sky. The clouds bent in incomprehensible shapes. But I paid no attention to that. They change every day anyway. There is no such event where the same cloud shows up twice in the same position, that never happens.
"Are you feeling miserable and pathetic here?" To FaceLULZ, that question probably came out of nowhere for her. But I still asked either way.
"Of course, not really -- I--" She stuttered. Probably unable to find words to respond to my (not really) question.
"How hypocritical~" I hum, cutting her off. She probably found that offensive to some extent.
"You just run away and," I chuckled. It was honestly, almost risible. How us, as Robloxians can either care for yourself, or your close buddies.
"pass on all the things you don't like to see to the other people without taking any responsibility." I'll admit. That kinda sounds like mockery for her wanting to escape from the red, evil guy. But I didn't mean to sound like that.
"To the unknown person left behind, you'll be nothing more or less than a trauma. The root of their torment." To that, she started walking off. I think she even started tearing up, but I can't really bother remembering. Probably out of dislike, or discomfort about my.. Twisted way to say I relate to her.
Listen. I know I'm a hypocrite for this, since I was also planning to leave-- and an asshole for completely disregarding her privacy and influencing her to stay in Robloxia, but that was her choice. I wasn't trying to persuade her into staying here, in my defense.
I open up my homepage panel. The holographic screen loading in a little before fully turning on. The UI was simplistic. But at least it was readable. And, oh. Both Purple and Sixty are online. Obviously, Ace isn't. But what caught my eye was the game Sixty was playing. Unlike Purple, his nonbiological sister, who was playing a story game or something, Sixty was playing one of our old building games. Which was really out of the ordinary, since half of the time, Purple and Sixty are playing the same games strictly at the same time. And it was worth it to mention that our friend group swore to stop playing or making more games, because.. Well. Curiosity got the better of me, and I joined Sixty. Then the loading screen played. It's as usual, unbearably slow. But at least I have enough time to continue talking.
"Look." I whispered. Silently. I doubt she even heard a word.
I fidgeted with my right index and thumb. "All you can think about is yourself.." By then, the loading for me joining Sixty was almost at 90%.
"Until the end." I continue. Just in the nick of time, because just as I finished talking that last sentence, I've already loaded into Sixty's server.
The game that Sixty was playing was one of our friend group's untitled building games that we once used for a skit. Albeit, one that we scrapped and didn't release. It happened before everything with Ace, after-all.
Oh, and Sixty said something in the serverwide game chat.
Sixty4Gamer: Whoa dragon didn't expect for you to join
DragonDudes3: Why
DragonDudes3: are you even here?
Sixty4Gamer: ehh just got bored
Sixty4Gamer: Wanns slide off a ramp with cars n stuff?
DragonDudes3: Didn't we tell Purple to
DragonDudes3: you know
DragonDudes3: NEVER play in our own games again?
Sixty4Gamer: Ehh she's just paranoid
DragonDudes3: Sure, I guess