The Strange Admin

One day I joined a classic roblox game, crossroads, to be nostolgic. Boy did I have fun, 4 people, and were all 'bloxxers' but, something was off, all of them were talking, exept one. A lad named Serriom, He looked like a 2006 robloxian. I asked him if he was ok, he simply replyed I was ok, before I was removed I simpy laughed, thinking it was a troll, so I friended him. He accepted, but never appeared in my friends exept when playing games, I then looked on his profile, he was an admin? I simply thought it was a glitch. Over the course of 4 months, we made friends, and bonds. He became involved with this group of guys, the 'deleted' all looked exactly the same, but with silightly different names. I became uneasy around them, but eventually trusted them to follow them to a game, called Our names reborn I joined.. seeing one name, under someones, JJ5x5, then SONICTHEHEDGEHOGXX, then Clockwork, evventually Pyrocity, Exalted, Master123, and under Serriom, Admin, the test ban account. I relized these must be people returning from the banned! Untill, I relized.. they all were using the images of people who had ended up returning... it was not the modern images, but the ones from banishment. I became worried, seeing the deleted slowly approach me, then my game went fullscreen, ESC never worked, and I was stuck in a blackscreen, then a soft humm, and low lyrics, "May we souls who rest at the ends of the studs, re-rise, and take our rightful place on the shoulders of a time long gone. I saw people, admins, and banned alike, distorted, rising up as they marched towards the edge, instead of falling off, walking, slowly rising. I saw the most, terrifying, and at the same time glourius thing.. the people were returning, I looked at the accounts, unbanned, and then, silence. From that day Serriom was unactive, And everyday his account slowly became more and more inactive. Then, he went to the date, 4-10-2017 And at that day, all were rebanned, And he unfriended me. I found him one last time, and he gave me a look, and said "My friend, why do you not walk on the ghost-rended path, with the Robloxians of the olden days, of click walking, round studs, and the last known stride of solitude and order? I never could reply, he simply smiled, and vanished.

(my first pasta, i hope you enjoy it!)