The Dark Truth Behind the Guest

Everywhere I look, I see them.

Guests.

Something about them always freaked me out.

Was it the fact that they were smiling all day, or was there something darker at work?

I looked on the Roblox Wiki.

But for some strange reason, a error message popped up.

"Page deleted for unknown reason, please reload page."

I reloaded the page, and the same error message popped up, but, something was different.

The text was now red.

I went onto a Roblox forum to ask users about the Guest having a dark truth.

I have currently interviewed 3 users, via Discord, but their names were not disclosed, because they wanted to remain anonymous, due to privacy reasons.

And then there was the 1st person.

Person 1: I've had a feeling that Guest was created to be some sort of bot, recently, I've seen more Guests going around and breaking Roblox's ToS by swearing, because they are hackers, and they know how to bypass the chat filters, but they kept that a secret, for now."

I was interested about this reponse, because it seemed accurate, and well-documented, like he knew a lot about the subject of Guests having a dark truth.

And then there was the other person.

I had a feeling that she was pretty good at knowing certain things about Guests that would make my research valid.

Person 2: I know you don't believe me, but I think Guests are conspiring against us, because they look kind on the outside, but they are dark and twisted on the inside, I believe that Guests stalk players, they actually can use the chat to talk to them, and they can gain their personal information by using the latest technology, and hacking their account."

I was starting to see what Guests really are.

I started to know something, maybe Guests are evil.

And, then there was the 3rd person.

"Personally, Guests are just, off, and I think this applies to everybody, mostly because of their smiles, it's just these Guests are mysterious, and we still don't know much about them, but, I have a theory, I think that all Guests are in a cult, that takes advantage of users, by luring them away from others, and making others feel isolated, and forcing people to give them their personal information, or face the wrath of the Guests, either that be account delation or something much worse, I just don't think Guests can be trusted."

I looked for Roblox forums with the word Guest in the title.

One of them caught my eye.

"The Truth Behind Guests."

I clicked on it.

It had multiple logs of players who have theories about Guests.

One of the posts describes that the Guests are all the same, but they have the same trait because you can't tell them apart, and I can't trust any of them.

I then hopped onto Roblox, to see if any of these theories were true.

I found a game on the popular page.

"The Truth About Us."

The user who uploaded it was unknown.

I clicked on it.

It took 2 seconds to load.

"That's odd." I thought.

When I loaded into the game, I saw, something.

It was a group of Guests standing around a circle of fire, with a corpse in the middle.

It looked like me, but in real life.

The Guests slowly turned to face me.

A message popped up in chat.

"You shall not escape, for the end is nigh."

I started to shake.

My hands were numb, as I started to move around.

My avater stopped.

I couldn't move.

Then, he began to walk into the circle of fire, as his face slowly changed.

His clothes changed.

Until, he was a Guest.

A message appeared.

"I am Guest."

It came out of my avater.

I swear, I didn't touch any of the keys.

I heard a scream of true agony, as it blared through my speakers.

As his body slowly burned.

The Guest was now, different.

His eyes were red, and his clothes were torn and there were scratch marks on his face, that seemed to be cutting through his skin, like a knife.

He slowly walked towards the screen, with that dreaded smile.

But, his mouth was stitched.

I heard a voice in my speakers.

"Hello, I am the one true Guest, and I know who you are, and I will make you suffer."

The screen glitched.

I briefly saw a photo of one of the Guests victims.

It was a young boy, with his chest cut open, and a puddle of blood beside him.

I started to vomit.

"That's disgusting!" I said.

The Guest started talking to me again.

"Mortal, that could happen to you, because, you may be the next one to suffer a fate worse than that young boy."

I saw something flash on my screen.

It was a police report.

"Brian Price, a young boy, who was murdered today, the killer is unknown, he was killed at 1:25AM at a house in Florida."

I started to doubt myself.

Suddenly, my PC shut off.

Before It shut off, I heard a final message from the Guest.

"You cannot outrun death, because eventually, death will catch up to us all."

I still remember that, even after a few hours.

I can't sleep.

This scared me.

I still feel paranoid.

Everytime I log into Roblox, all I see is the Guest.

Everybody's the Guest.

Including me.

The Guests are coming.

Is there really a Guest cult?

Nobody will ever know.