You Are My Friend

Aye, this is for the pasta competition. For Round 1. Work in editing, please don't edit.

I have moved this to mainspace since I can't edit in classic editor.

Edit: Almost halfway.

Story
I was a Roblox player, but not now anymore. Every time I try to login to Roblox now, my hands are still trembling,

If I really have to start, I can tell you what happened from the beginning.

Back then, I was a common player of Roblox, just being there, having fun. I spent hours there, making new friends, being creative and building structures with Lego bricks.

One day, everything changed.

The next day, I started up the site and I found myself logged in already, with the account name "FriendWithin". I had no idea why the account name was like this, but I do now. But anyways, I attempted to log out, but it failed miserably. The whole computer screen glitched, and it restarted twice before I could get on the Internet successfully. However, it was still logged in as "FriendWithin".

Then, I decided to leave it alone for a while, and my printer started working on its own.

It just had a simple sentence on the paper, like this: "'I am your friend within you. Nice to meet you.'"After that, my computer rebooted and I was logged in to my usual account. I looked up for the "FriendWithin" account, but it appeared to be disabled five years ago. Anyways, I still sent him a message: "'Who are you? Why am I your friend?'"Three days later, when I started up my computer, it was again logged in as "FriendWithin". I checked the message wall, and found my message there. I didn't type anything, but I checked the message history and it showed that this was sent five years ago. However, all I remembered was sending the message three days before. What happened?

Well, it was apparent that this mysterious user had replied. I looked at it. It read: "'We are one. I am always your friend, and you are never my friend. Call me Jake.'"Anyways, at least I got something new. A stalker called Jake was targeting me. Of course, I returned: "'I don't know you. Have you been stalking me, Jake?'"Right after sending this, it marked "Error" and I left the page. When I reloaded it, it logged in to my usual account and the reply still went through. I had no idea why this happened, but again, I did not want to know either.

I felt doozy and I ended up having a nap. When I woke up, and I found a note sticking on my forehead. It read: "'No, I did not stalk you. You did not stalk me. We are one. I will meet you at the toilet.'"Taking hold of a baseball bat, I crepy towards the toilet. No one was inside. I turned my head behind me and a voice rang out from my brain. Instinctively I looked backwards, right to the mirror.

The image of mine, in the mirror, smiled at me. I remembered seeing him somewhere, but all I had was a cloudy memory.

He mouthed off using his lips, "Call me Jake."

I slowly walked back to my room, and sat aside my computer, scared. Who was he?

Suddenly, I kicked over something on the floor. It was a jar of medicine, written as "Xypshosaclosimine".

A quick Google search shows that this is a medicine for Dissociative Identity Disorder, and then, the printer starts working on itself. And that is without doubt, from Jake."You probably figured that out now. That's right. I am you. Your fondness of Roblox reached into me. Ever since you were small, I already lived inside you. With Roblox, I can contact you. I have been your friend for long, the long lost friend you never knew of.""Nice to meet you after all. I will be gone for now, Jake."Yes, I remembered everything now. How I first met myself, keeping others from knowing it, talking to myself in midnight, my long lost friend of myself. But since I got off, my parents bringing me medication, I was losing my long lost friend. The friend of mine. The soul sharing my body with me.

I haven't heard of him since then. I tried to contact him through the Roblox account "FriendWithin". But it never worked anymore. I have remembered my long lost friend, Jake, ever since. After a lengthy day's work, I get back home.

Putting my bag on the floor, I notice someone sitting on the sofa.

He is a carbon copy of mine, sporting a grin.

"Hi, Jake. It's about time we met, my friend."