User blog:BangingPhone/Betrayal

Notes: This is the first time I've written a Creepypasta, please edit any grammar/plot mistakes!

Creator: BangingPhone.

Prologue
There, sits a cold, dead body.

He is not dead. He is not cold.

Though no lonely he is suffering.

Why you say, he suffers?

He is betrayed.

Though he might live.

He will suffer, forever.

Part 1: A normal day
As the bell rang, I ran outside, breathing fresh air as sunlight shone on me. It was time to go home. I told my friend Jack to play Roblox with me this night. I was very thrilled.

When I returned home, I immediately checked the clock, it was exactly 5:00 PM, 2 hours before playing Roblox. I should start writing my homework. I usually had a lot of homework, since mom and dad always bought books and tests for me to read and do. I hoped I can get the tests and the school homework done by 6:30 PM. Then I would spend 30 minutes practicing piano. It was a great plan.

Part 2: The game
As I logged onto Roblox, I noticed that my friend was still offline, despite I was already 5 minutes late. Strange, where is he? I messaged my friend on Facebook. Then my friend explained that he is busy. I thought about it, Jack is always full of free-time... Whatever, I ignored it.

After a while, I saw he is online now, great, we can start playing MM2. The first round was so unlucky, I was an innocent, and he was a sheriff.

But as the game proceeded, the murderer has killed a lot of innocents, and Jack hasn't even found out it yet! There were only 3 of us left in the round. Me, Jack, and a murderer which looks like a bacon hair but is all black. I presume it was NVER_BTRAYM.

All of a sudden, Jack shot me. I was shocked, I clarified that I was NOT the murderer. As a result, he died, and the murderer won. I was raged. I screamed in the chat about why he killed me, not the murderer and wasted everyone else time, and that it was obvious. Multiple users complained as well.

He was seeming talking to NVER_BTRAYM. "Boss, are you sure?"

"YES, NO REGRETTS"

Then he slowly walked to me, and began to talk. I assumed that he was quick typer.

"Enim era uoy" But it said something backwards, I decided to decode it. But it said something strange, something I still remembered until now. "You are mine"

Part 3: Over... Or is it?
I waited for the game to load, but it was still not working. Several hours has passed. I've done my best, even my dad did help me.

Yes... It was all HIS fault! Why would my friend have a job? Why would he? It can't be possible, he is only in middle school! There is still no explanation, and that guy! He did something to Jack, something unspeakable... Something...

Or maybe if I calm down.. and think about this... and maybe this is just all my illusion? Maybe I just thought too much and they were just tricking me.

The next day, as I walked to school, I saw Jack waiting for my worriedly at the school gate. I was suspicious about that. Was he going to tell me something? I threw this thought to the back of my head. I ran to him.

"Jack... What happened yesterday?"

"Well, I forgot to tell you that my Roblox wasn't really working. I think it said that I was playing on another device."

"Oh, if it still doesn't work, just reply to me on Facebook. Test your Roblox this night."

"Uhh... Sure."

It was definitely not over, there is more, but what was that entity? Why is it impacting me and my friend?

I repeated it in my head again.

"NO REGRETTS."

Part 4: Deeper into the entity
I am too scared to do anything, though I feel fear and sadness. I really don't know why.

It is like he is all inside my head.

I logged in my account on Roblox again. I decided that I should investigate further into this mystery. I feel like he is watching everything I do. I slowly typed in his name... and there, is his account profile.

His account is strange, here are some I see that are evidence of a strange account:


 * There are nothing in his inventory.
 * Also, he has no badges AT ALL.

It is pretty strange, I decided to play one of his own games first, I see many.

His first made game is "BETRAYED". When I spawned, it was just a flat terrain... Nothing too scary, maybe I was wrong. He is just tricking me?

Wrong, oh, so wrong.

I walked to the edge of the map, and saw a graveyard. It was full of graves. One of them read, " Richard Handoson, 2001-2016". I searched up his name on google, and I found out some really unpleasant news.

'Rowdy Richard Runnin' Dead! 12, Jul, 2016'

Marco Davids, Reporter

'Yesterday, Richard's parents found their lovely child dead. His head was nailed to the ground, and his body splatted.'

'What's more unpleasant, was that a whole poem was written on the wall with red paint... Or is it?'

How upsetting. I searched up the rest of the names...

Dead, all dead.

Suddenly, the game became distorted, I can't move. I can't get out. Everything started to fade away. The creator joined, which apparently was NVER_BTRAYM.

"You have exposed my secret, you think they are innocent? THEY BULLIED ME FOR THE WHOLE TIME! THEY DESERVED THIS, YOU SHALL BE BETRAYED!"

Slowly. As the game faded, thinking the nightmare and everything was over. My vision started to blur, due to my blurriness, I can't see. I slowly closed my eyes, I fell to the floor unconscious. Feel like I passed out because of this faded Roblox game.

'''Let them regret. O, they will fade.'''

My consciousness seemingly got into my dream, which caused me to start to be scared. I saw the devil, yes, I am making a trade with the devil. I had two choices, one was to live forever, one was to die of cancer in a few years. Obviously, choosing the latter one has a disadvantage to me, I chose the first one. With the devil changing shape.

Slowly...

Slowly...

It appeared to be the user who was the "Boss" which Jack's account is talking to. His face squeezing into a malicious smile.

"Your price would be-"

Part 5: The affection
I woke up abruptly, finding myself still on the floor.

I slowly got up, finding myself in extreme pain. I tried to make shape of my dream, but it didn't recover.

Like it never was there.

Still, I pretended that nothing happened. I pushed my bedroom door and went down the stairs. My parents were already there. Ready to torture me.

"What happened yesterday night? I don't think you're okay..."

"Nothing, nothing."

"Ok..."

I have no strength to say anything more. I sat at the dinner table. I don't feel like investigating more, or it might be more disturbing. I also decided that maybe I should take a break from Roblox, it is not so safe now.

"Breakfast is ready!"

'''(WIP) '''