Its yer birthdays of party!

Its yer Birthdays of party!, a fan-made prologue to the ROBLOX game PARTY.exe. Play it here: https://www.roblox.com/games/45659278/PARTY-exe#!/

This pasta will be based INSIDE the ROBLOX world, not in real life, which will kind of make things weird.

(This is my first pasta and I would really appreciate criticism.)

2007/06/03/9:00 AM - Before job
I finally got a job.

After many years of searching, someone finally accepted one of my many job applications.

My name is ▓▓▓▓. I've been homeless and jobless ever since my uncle that was taking care of me died.

I'm 20, but I really don't know how to take care of myself. I was a troublesome child, always looking for opportunities to do things people don't usually do.

Enough talking about myself, and about this job.

I haven't gotten much info about it yet, but if it means I can make a living, then I'm fine with whatever they throw at me.

I'm sure I'll be fine. It's my birthday after all.

2007/06/03/3:30 PM - Before birthday
I sent so many applications to so many different places so I didn't really know what this job was. Was it that ice cream place I really wanted to work at? Or that factory that was at the bottom of my list? I quickly glanced at a sign that read "UCC laboratories". I didn't have any time to think about it because before I knew it, I was at the front of the line.

"Name?" said the man.

"▓▓▓▓." I told him.

He wrote something down.

"Please follow me."

He leads me to a dark room, with a hospital bed and a small desk with many different tools.

"Have a seat."

2007/06/03/7:30 PM - Birthday preparations
I was locked in. The doctors locked me in. I can't feel my stomach.

Okay, okay. I have to stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.

I couldn't write in this GUI for hours because they took it away. They started doing a multitude of tests on me, and now I feel really bad.

I'm feeling something really weird like I'm going to puke. They injected some kind of white liquid into me... I really can't believe I was this desperate for a job.

They open the door.

2007/06/03/8:00 PM - Birthday
I have to get out of here.

I overheard the doctors. They're planning something terrible.

I'm hiding under the desk.

...

...

...

Someone is coming my way.

If anyone reads this, do not accept any birthday invitations from someone you don't know.

And remember, ḯ̷̥̀̄͐̍̽̉͊̈́́̂̚t̸̨̞̦̱̬͉̣͇͍͍̞̦̑ś̷̡̜͇̖̹̞̬̖̤̂̎͋͜͝ͅ ̵̧͕̠̤̫̠̻̣͍̍̈́̑́y̶̨̳̠̘̙̞̭̩̩̰͔̪̺̍̀̉̓̃̎ͅȇ̸̡̢̢̺̥̙̽̂͐̓̓̏̐̾̀͠r̴̢̡̛̛̦͈̤̪͕̜͇̣̯͈̾͊̓̾̇̓̋͘͘͠͝ͅ ̶̘̙̜̮͠B̶̗͈͇̰͚̱͐̄͆̕͝͝͠ì̷͓̠̩͍̲̘̜̗̅̈́̋r̵̨̛͓͍̙̘͓̄̈́̏̃̂͑͋t̶̡̺̯͙̮̳̊͒͛̉̂͒̀͋̿̊̎̔͝͠h̵̝͍̗̦͙̪̬̒͋̑͋̀̚d̶̤̆͊̒̄͋̒̾̑̊ȁ̷̢̗̖̭̯̮̱͓̮̼̩͕́̿̍̑͗̾̌̉̈́̄̚͘͜y̷̛̭͔̩̥̘̰̣͂̓̿̽̒͘͜͜ͅs̵̫͕̬̦̝̝̭̽̀̾̍̋͌͝ ̴̝̭̙͆̊̐̈́̓ǫ̴̳̘͇̮͒̀́̓̏̂̆̾͛̓f̸̝͐́̍͛̚ ̴̭̫͓̙̞̟̙̬̗͕̉̃͒͗̃͋̀̎̄̆̈́͋p̵̗͕̥͍̮͔͈̞̤̜̼̲̈́͒̓̇̃̏̓͛̈́́̆̉͜͝͝ͅá̵̧͍̪͙̻͔̩̩̖̟̟̟̯̗̓̈́̽̌͗͑̍̒͊͜r̶̠͉̪̱͌̀̏̎̌̃́̓͗̑̈́̕͜ť̴̫͔̲̮͙̼͚͙̬͎̈̊̃̏͋̉̊̊̏̂͠ͅͅy̷͖͋̑̈́̆̉̒̋̔͠.̷̢̼͓̱̯̯͕̯͓̱̲͎̘̖̀̈́̾̓͒͗̈̆̃̚͜

Epilogue

 * Don't read if you don't want things to be explained*

..Alright? Are we cool?

Okay.

▓▓▓▓ would have his consciousness and soul be sent to another "place", while his body stayed at UCC Labs, being preserved by a machine. His memory would be wiped and he would then be known as "Subject 0", forcing players to go to his birthday party in an attempt to be freed from the world. The place itself would be named PARTY.exe.

(Again, this is my first pasta and I would really appreciate critism. Sorry if it's short.)