Leaving

A collab made my Popstar and Hahahaboi.

Prologue (Hahahaboi)
I stopped being an exploiter in a ‘cheater’ group, owned by an infamous player who preferred to be called Jaxer. The group he owned was meant to be for exploiters or even particularly, account-hackers. I was one of those account-hackers before but then changed to a lower level, exploiters, for several reasons.

At the time I was in the group, rumours were spread in the chat wall that a player, Aaron, left the group years ago when the group only had 4-5 members. He was like any ordinary account-hacker, but always neglected his targets and left the group a month later. Jaxer didn’t say anything about it, however, Aaron’s account vanished out of sight.

The rumour was eventually called out to be fake by Jaxer himself. He told everyone if anyone mentions that rumour, they would be kicked out of the group.

Now I recently left the group for my own good. I never liked the idea of being an account-hacker or exploiter. I just began doing it to entertain myself for a few days or weeks.

Noticed (Hahahaboi)
I had the idea of making an alt to play games without other users getting afraid of me. It’s a bit legendary, mostly uncommon, to have someone privately telling other users not to trust me, or scream nonsense when they see me. Somehow users in that group blamed me for hacking users they hacked for laughs and giggles when I played a well-known game with them. It ended up getting me banned for 14 days. Even worse, I could’ve gotten terminated. The situation ended up making me hated.

Back to the story, I just wanted to be normal. Not those users that everyone avoids. Basically I created a new account, went with an okay name that has nothing to do with my actual account. I began playing Prison Life as a typical bacon hair, trying my best to sprint into the police office without getting tazed and cuffed instantly. I already wasted all of my jump power when I got some guns so I ran around, hiding in rooms from time to time. The cops weren’t amused to see me peeking out the doorway. But there was this one cop that I knew who was using cheats.

She kept bugging me and arresting me, flying away when I was dead with no sound. Her name was Trylie (Try for short). I recognized that she was the co-leader of the group I was in, though I wasn’t surprised that she was exploiting. I decided to privately message Try about her being a co-leader of that group, and when I did, she immediately left the game.

A few minutes later after finally escaping the Prison, Try came back once again.

Try: Hey Fice. (my main account’s name)

Me: Oh, hey Try. Who knew that you’d be here.

Try: Just shut up for a moment.

Me: Fine.

Try: Why’d you create a new account? Jaxer was disappointed when you left the group.

Me: Remember how everyone blames me for everything they’ve done? All of my online friends blocked me because of that. They probably told everyone else, so now players are avoiding me.

Try: Maybe I should tell everybody in the server that you’re the old hacking Fice I know.

Me: Ugh. Then I’d have to make a new account because of you.

Try: I know every account you make. Heh.

To be honest I wasn’t scared at all; Trylie tracks other people’s IP address and bothers their new accounts. I didn’t care if it would happen to me either, unless if it gets a bit too overboard.

Me: Bruh you think that scares me?

Try: Haha. Now that’s the Fice I want to see.

Me: .-.

Try: I need to tell you something.

Me: What?

Try: Join the group again, please. I don’t want Jaxer to know that I told you this, but the rumour about Aaron is actually true. I watched it all happen in-front of my eyes. Jaxer even personally told me at the time that the reason why Aaron disappeared was because of him.

Try: I don’t want you to vanish. Please. Just come back and you’ll be fine!

I ignored the messages, focusing on myself being a criminal. I walked to the building near the Prison to shoot any incoming cop I see. Prisoners started walking by the bench to grab the hammer, so I shot them until I spotted Try walking towards them. I ran away to hide somewhere in a flash. A few cops were following Try with their guns, tasers, and cuffs loaded. Their names were Asher, Noah, and Dan.

They were all members of the group, the three members being professional account-hackers + exploiters. Each of them flew up to the sky above my head. I didn’t know what they had in mind, but Try landed straight on the ground, directly next to me. All I knew was that something changed. Her skin was pale, her light green sparkling eyes changed to extremely dark blue eyes, with a black circle on her arm.

Try: This is the last time I’ll say this, Fice. Join the group. Or I can expose your main account.