ROBLOX - The Livestream

'''Story by The Megalomaniac, enjoy and please comment what you think! P.S. This is kinda long'''

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ROBLOX livestreams are fun ways to reach out to the community and interact with fans. At least, in most cases... Though, my case was a different one and it was a very terrifying situation too. But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

It was a typical Saturday on Winter Break, so I really had nothing to do but enjoy myself. Logging into YouTube, I typed up "roblox livestream" and found about 20 different streams. I scrolled through them all to find the one that caught my eye.

The livestream that I noticed was titled "Having Fun?" The picture was of a ROBLOX character sitting in a black room, it wasn't very creepy but it was weird... I'd always been a curious person so I went ahead and clicked it to quench my curiousity.

Upon clicking the mysterious video, it was a person on the ROBLOX home page, logging into different accounts with distorted versions of random songs playing in the background. The one talking had a voice that was obviously a voice changer, a bad one at that but from what I could tell it was a man.

"What the f*** is this?" I typed in the comments, noticing there were 25 other watchers that hadn't been there previously, all sharing my confusion equally.

The person on the video, after reading the comments, sighed exasperatedly. "Aren't you having fun?" the person asked in a confused voice, almost as if they expected us to enjoy this. Most of the other people left, but I stayed, typing "Why are you bothering to waste our time? You're annoying!"

Through the unknown person's mic, I could hear rustling and adjusting almost as if they were setting something up. Then the screen turned black, but ended up adjusting to what appeared to be a room, a computer screen illuminating the dark room.

I wondered if the person was doing webcam or something, but then I noticed something extremely creepy. I had a pet bed filled with dog toys, and a blue cabinet to the right side of my desk. The video on the stream had all of those things, exactly where I had mine.

I was scared, but curious so I raised my hand. Sure enough, the person in the video raised their hand, too. Terrified, I slowly turned around, expecting to see a person in my room filming me...

Nothing.

Nowhere in my room was there a person, not even a camera. 'Okay, that's kind of weird...' I thought. Maybe there wasn't one, but seeing that livestream and knowing I could be in danger, I wasn't going to take chances.

I ran out of my room, closed the door, took a chair from the table and propped it in front of the door, and ran to my mom. Shakily, I tried my best to explain it to her while keeping myself from hyperventilating. She nodded and kept a calm exterior, but her eyes told me she was terrified.

She told me to stay there, and she went into my room. I heard rustling, wind, and a sharp gasp, but nothing that was too worrying. She walked out of the room and told me to follow her inside.

The window to my room was open, the cold Winter air rushing inside and making me shiver. My mom pointed to the bed, her face was pale. I gulped, prepared to see someone under there waiting. Instead of a person, there was a knife and a rag with what looked like sleeping drugs on it, as well as rope.

"Oh..." I said quietly, eyes wide. My mom closed the window and made sure it was locked, then hugged me, seeing how scared I was.

When I looked back at the computer, the stream had ended and the description of the video said "A partypooper and his mother ruined the fun... I'll have to try again next time."

My mom went off to call the cops, and I sat on my bed, feeling dazed and terrified. I didn't want to find out what that person meant by saying they would have to "try again next time", though I had a feeling I knew.

It's been a week since then and whenever I'm sitting in my room, playing on my phone with no sound, I hear light tapping on my window. "Are you having fun?" I sometimes hear, but I just ignore it, assuming I'm imagining things.

At least, I hope it's just my imagination.