L.O.S.T

Ha, another creepypasta.

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Chapter 1: The Forest
"Just an ordinary day" I thought to myself. I'd logged on to play ROBLOX, my favorite game of all time. Sorry if that sounds a little bit over-dramatic, but what can I say? 3000 hours of just plastic people being controlled by whatever person is stationed at their game-playing-device. Wait, I almost forgot about something I was going to mention something important, I guess. Depends on what you call important in your nature, eh, whatever.

I was just playing one of those Stop It, Slender games just because I can. That might sound like a poor excuse, but trust me, it isn't. I don't know if you specifically would know, but I bet ya some of you readers out there would. I mean, the world IS a diverse one, so I wouldn't expect everyone to know. Alright, we're getting off track here. I had a mild tendency to do that, and I have no idea why. Don't get onto me for that, please. It's just a petty thing to complain about.

So if you've played Stop it, Slender! before, you know that Slender chases you until you ultimately get "oof"ed if you know what I mean. I was playing with my friend Denny, who likes to play with html and often teases me. One time, he teased me by sending a message saying the following "click" to pick on me a little for not knowing what HTML is. Honestly speaking though, it seems pretty drawn out and complicated to learn.

Ugh, off track again. Whatever, I don't care. So as I was playing Stop it, Slender!, I entered the area of the forest that contains a brick building, chatting with Denny about the fact that we'd never seen these loose leaf papers on the wall of the building that were wrinkled, and looked stained from a sort of stain that I can't identify. The strangest part about the papers to me was that the game description said nothing about being updated, nor did the creator of the game acknowledge the papers on his message wall.

"Ignore it" Denny advised me. I kindly listened as it was probably just something that had been there before but we hadn't noticed. We decided to go inside the building to hide from Slender, although it wasn't the best place to hide that there was. As you might know, in the Slender games, there are notes hung all over the forest. Well, that's what we found. A note stating that "THE R IS REAL" which we were confused by greatly as it had nothing to do with the forest or Slender himself. The writing was also that of poor penmanship, having certain letters taller than others and some letters almost so small you'd need a magnifying glass just to view it.

The paper suddenly fell to the ground right under Denny. We probably had the same feeling in our minds at that exact moment.

"Since when has ROBLOX had mechanics like this?" I asked out of hysteria, hoping that a player would respond to us with any sort of explanation as to why this happened. No response. I decided to attempt to pick up the paper like it was an item in my inventory, and it worked. However the note changed a bit. The note was the same message as before, but it appeared more gritty and dull this time. The R had been heavily dismembered in terms of how it looked, with the curves becoming lines that continued on to the other side of the note.

We decided to try to report this to the developer as we thought this was a technical error. However, when we reported it to the Dev, he said no such paper could be seen near the place we specified.

"Wait, what?" I asked in shock as the Dev responded to my report.

"Yes, I see no trace of this paper you're reporting" He responded reassuringly to me. But I still couldn't understand how something like this couldn't be detected by the Dev's own ROBLOX Studio. I chose to not engage with further conversation with the Dev to prevent possible irritation. Instead, I continued to walk through the building as fast as I could, which was not very fast due to the nature of Stop It, Slender! and because running doesn't do much other then change your walking speed to 0.3 studs faster. As Denny followed me down the hall, I saw a white light in the distance.

"Lights in Stop It Slender?!" Denny exclaimed in confusion.

"Yeah, apparently" I responded. As I sent the message the light seemed to become more of a strobe light then a street lamp, or any standard lighting device that you can physically see without actually purchasing a light. As I looked as the light, I began to feel a little lightheaded. I reported this to Denny and he advised me to eat something. I did so and came back with a sandwich in hand. I asked Denny if he was having trouble looking at the light.

"Ugh. Every time I look at it my eyes burn" He replied as if he was feeling a bit ill. I told Denny that we should probably try to look away from the light instead of staring at it. He agreed and we looked away from our computer screens, only looking back once in a while to check if we were being followed by Slender. As we reached the end of the building the light moved farther away. The building seemed as though it were extending with the light. We were more confused as ever at this point. What was the purpose of this light? Why is it causing the building to extend? In other words, the one big question here is "Why?"

"Why, you can't just question everything you do not understand, you foolish soul," A deep, monotonous voice said, as if it were able to hear my thoughts.

"Did you hear that?" I asked Denny to see if I was just imagining things.

"Yes..." He responded, as though he were slightly disturbed by the voice.

"Should we keep going?" I asked, I felt like we were doing something wrong by doing so.

"I guess so." Denny said, sounding like he was unsure of himself. We proceeded down the ominous hall slowly as to avoid possibly deterring the light elsewhere from the building. The light seemed to slow itself down as we advanced through the ever extending building. The light eventually came to a complete halt and charged at Denny. I tried to warn Denny as the light came closer to Denny, but it was too late. The light had already touched him, and he started to blink as a bright, completely white version of himself.

"Denny, are you okay?" I asked worryingly. He didn't respond to me and that's when I panicked and started to attempt to leave the building, however the building seemed to shrink in volume. I started to breathe heavily, as this was my worst fear. I'm a claustrophobic and this was practically the real life equivalent of torment. My heart was racing like a red racecar as the walls were barely enough to have the space to even fit me. From there, my memory is fuzzy on what exactly happened, but I remember a sudden blackness that persisted for a couple of minutes. When I woke up, I was on the ROBLOX homepage, starting at the most popular games.

I tried to contact Denny after the ordeal, but his account ceased to exist. No matter how laboriously I searched for his other accounts, all traces of Denny were gone from the internet. I decided to see if anyone else knew what happened to Denny, starting with my acquaintance, Carson2019.

"Uh, Carson?" I typed in the chat box as fast as I could, to exempt this worry from my mind.

"Yea?" He responded soon after.

"Do you know what happened to Denny?" I asked.

"Who in the actual hell is Denny?" He replied, sounding confused and angry.

"You know, Denny_Blox46?" I responded, hopping that referring to his name would assist his memory.

"???" He responded, still confused.

"That guy you went to VidCon with one time?" I responded, hoping for successfully popping Denny into his head, yet again.

"###########" The filter seemed to attack as he replied back.

"Repeat sentence, I don't speak hashtags." I replied, trying to respond as nice as possible.

"Stop asking me ###### crazy questions." He responded, seeming to get more irritated by me asking this question repeatedly.

I logged off from that point. Am I the only one who still knows about Denny? Was he merely just erased from everyone's memory? I'm not sure what to do, but I'll try to remember that Denny is here, just not right now, or at least, I'd like to think that that's true.

Chapter 2: Take a Ride on a Minecart to HELL
"Ew, gross!" You must be saying to yourself as you read the title of this chapter. But trust me, I was visiting this game just because my much younger friend XxHerobricraftXx was begging me to do so, so I accepted to play the game along with him to shut him up. I quickly grabbed headache medicine and put it next to me just incase the game causes my brain to loose some, let's just say, intelligence points.

Loading up the game, Herobri (what we'll be calling him for simplicity's sake, writing that over and over again would be a real chore) shouted at me to get on the left one just because it had a zombie on the cart.

"What a petty reason to go on a different side" I thought to myself silently. I agreed to and we both hopped into the cart. It started out how your average "Ride a _____ to ______" game would start out. Going up, up, up and away into the curved rails above us. This curvature, however, had a special aspect to it. It was more of a spiral curve then your run-of-the-mill straight-curved rails. Free models of Minecraft mobs were more visible as we continued upwards. I kept it to myself that I personally thought that the free models were far from good, and were a lazy way to earn robux.

The cart sped up and we went through a dimension which could only be described as what it would look like if a toddler had a million wooden blocks to play with, without any letters or shapes on them.

"OH MY GOSH!! LOOK!!! A GHAST!!!" Herobri yelled as we past the dimension. There was in fact a "ghast" above us. How do I know this? Let's just say Herobri schooled me on this game very heavily. The ghast spit balls made of flames at us, shaking our cart but doing nothing else. The cart began to spin erratically on a segment of track that was straight as the middle of a division sign. The music changed to standard Minecraft music (yes, he made me listen to the damn soundtrack as well) to a higher pitched, more randomized tempo.

"Hey, what just happened?" Herobri asked, because he was personally enjoying the music. I know this because he told me before we even started to play this game.

"I erm, don't know." I replied, not knowing anything about why the music was so unusual.

But Herobri quickly changed his focus on the track itself, swiftly disregarding the music changing so significantly, and somehow seamlessly. The track was starting to go down, but I didn't remember being that high up previously. The drop was enough to almost rip off the left wheel, with the wheel showing obvious signs of struggling to withstand the force of the drop. The ride curved violently and made the back part of the cart fly out, causing the person in the cart behind us to loose their head from the high force.

The cart seemed to defy the rules of how energy and speed works as it continued to speed through the track, as if it was a bullet train going down regular train tracks. I saw a wall for a split second that I can't fully describe just because of how fast the cart was going. All I can reassuringly assure you that the wall looked like was a bright red. The cart crashed into the wall and the cart when flying out of the map for a whole 10 seconds, however we were not detected as dead by the game. We landed on the top part of the map.

"Oh heck!" Herobri exclaimed as the cart started to fall apart almost completely, only leaving space for the chassis, the chairs, and the wheels. This blindingly red structure now surrounded our cart, and the number "666" was marked everywhere. Ha, the creator of this game must think we're babies. I disregarded the number because of the anti-fear factor of it. I looked around until my point of view focused on a 1.0 robloxian NPC standing there with a pitchfork in his hand. He seemed to be the embodiment of Satan himself.

Aside from Satan were ghasts and zombie pigmen scattered all over the area. Again, the creator of this game just used some cheap free models to make up for the fact that they don't have any real game making skills, and yet again I thought it was a really cheap way to make robux. I can't really stress that opinion enough while writing this, because let's be honest, that belongs on my personal blog where I rant about things I find really idiotic in the world. But going back to current events here, I now saw a bright, white light coming from above one of the free modeled ghasts.

I wasn't sure if this was the same white light that I came into contact with by accident 3 weeks ago, but I dismissed it as a lighting glitch because of the poor quality of the game in general. However, I only acknowledged this more after Herobri pointed out that the light was moving. I thought he was trying to scare me and lead me into thinking that there actually was a white light. But as I turned around, it came to my attention that he was actually telling the truth. I felt a bit of anxiety thinking about the last time this light had come into contact with me. I'd thought about if it would erase Herobri from existence too, so I tried to persuade him to leave.

"Please, Herobri, you don't understand!" I pleaded, eager for him to agree.

"No!!!" He replied like a disobedient 3 year old. At this point it had seemed like trying to get water not to freeze just by talking to it.

"Herobri, please..." I continued to beg him.

"Why?!?" He asked out of frustration.

"You won't understand until it's too late. I can't tell you, Herobri. You're just too young." I replied, trying not to make it seem like I was attacking his age.

"Ugh, fine." He said after being reluctant for a bit. However, just before I left the game, I heard a loud bang through my speakers, and the white light flashing against my screen. I almost turned my PC off in shock, but resisted somehow. At this moment, I was sent a link from a user that has a long name, "CalamitousLost" who sent a link going to a profile that I will not name, because nobody should ever have to see what I saw on this profile.

I first told Herobri that I was going to check something out before going to a new game, and he chose to comply with this. The page loaded and what I saw was anything but child friendly. The profile's recent status contained a link that did not go to any ROBLOX related page. I made the mistake of looking at what the link was, and it turned out to be a pornography site, but instead of anything obviously obscene, it was instead a site with a red tint to it and text at the top reading "Red, dead, red, dead, head, led." in bold letters.

I scrolled down to see why this site was marked as a porn site, and saw the most horrifying things in the world. It seemed to be gore porn, with real people suffering in videos. The worst thing I saw while I visited this site was a video of a young girl intentionally slitting someone's throat. I immediately clicked off and reported the user for ever linking the site. Soon afterward, the user from the profile began to spam message me, with claiming he can hack me.

"Pshh, yeah okay." I replied sarcastically. I knew for a fact he couldn't hack me. That is, until he replied back to my sarcastic comment.

" - - - - Get lost - - - - " Is all it read, appearing to take the form of an ASCII text art message. The profile was soon deleted afterwards and is now 404'd. I checked later to see if the profile that the user linked was gone or not, but I was met with a "No results found" instead of the profile.

"Maybe these two accounts are connected." I thought to myself. It could be a possibility, as it seems that "CalamitousLost" has a rather unfortunate name and may be linked to someone else as well, but I dismissed this as a conspiracy that I can't really prove due to the nature of these users. By nature, I mean the fact that the profiles are deleted and that I cannot IP-trace accounts in any way. I was also messaged later in the day by "30494059201394302" a spam account known for spamming that may belong to a group of exploiters, as theorized by other people.

Though these rum ours about this account arose in early 2018, they are somehow still relevant this year, in 2018. Though this time it wasn't spam, but instead it read: Go ride a minecart to hell, you sl##. I attempted to block the user, but the attempt was unsuccessful because this user has seemingly unlimited alts counting up from the previous number. When I blocked him 10 times on separate occasions, he simply said: You try really hard you suck at this. Stop it. I gave up and just archived the messages as they came along to avoid further conversation.

Chapter 3: LOST1
4:00AM. Fabulous time to play games, right? Unless you don't have school, yes. If you do, no. Luckily I didn't have school while playing a marathon of Death Run 2. It'd just come out this month, with hype being higher then the Empire State Building's blueprints (probably) and this hype was like the first time Death Run 4 has came out years ago. I was playing alone this time, wanting to earn all the badges without any distractions interfering with my badge collecting. I just need 50 more to get that sweet 500 mark.

It was like the previous installment of the series, where the runners would well, run of course, while the Deaths would try to kill the runners as they ran. However, more maps were added and some game mechanics were tweaked, including the fixing of there being too much dread. There was also a new mechanic in the game that the Dev had announced, called wall sliding. You had to jump on a wall and hit a and d at the same time in order for it to work properly. It took me some time, but it finally worked. I managed to skip the lava segments of some of the new maps, but not for very long.

It only lasted for a very short 5 seconds, with the last two seconds of the ability making you slow down as if to warn you before you fell to your inevitable demise. The 7th level of the game was this gravity defying, heavenly-like island. Waterfalls were above the runners, and fluffy, lamb-white clouds formed gradually across everyone's head. Leaves were scattered on the running path, with leaves being green as, well, leaves of course!

The only flawed thing about this elegant landscape was the black, grayish owl with greenish eyes in the background. I just didn't think it fit at all with the fast, upbeat, joyful level that was present all around me, like a spiraling tornado of beauty. The owl continued to stare at me, even when I was not in the area of the owl itself. The owl then started to hover in the air for a bit, then disappeared without even leaving a trace of its existence around the area.

In the wake of this the runners began to activate traps without any consideration of the effect of each button and what each trap was, as marked by the runner's pure ignorance as shown by the chat: kawaiisicool33: Hey press this button i getting bored of running

RaganAttackerKE: No!!!

kawaiiscool33: Why not?!

RaganAttackerKE: You're not my mom!!!

kawaiiscool33: ;-;

carsoncity: Hey stop harassing them for no reason they're trying 2 be kind

Georgi83: How bout no HHAHAAHAHA

DispondentRails: Please, cut it out runners, your attacking like n00bs

Georgi83: You're** And no stfu

Vicky0001: Reported!

Vic_02: Yea lets spam report dem 2gether!!!

RonaldRCUWT: Haha try me m8 This same chat went on for the rounds after the chat started as well, leading me to believe that the runners were keeping it up just because they could. A user in the new and revamped comments (thx 2019) warned everyone to "stay away from the owl..." and providing no further explanation as to why they were doing so, with what appeared to be a "siggy" reading under the post stating "He is here, he is there, hes over there and here and over there is also here, so therefore, you can see him everywhere, he's here. He is not lost. He is lost in your mind. He is there."

I warned everyone in the chatroom just in case this actually was true, and that I was misinterpreting it as a way to scare people off from the game and possibly deter visitors from their game, which was the default happy home from 2006. The responses aren't even worth jotting down, as they only provided about the same amount of elaboration as the comment I just talked about. However, 3-5 users actually gave in. The chat log from this time follows this sentence, however please be aware I will not be giving out my username, so I'll be referred to as just "Me" Me: hey uhm guys watch out 4 the owl

XxX__Xx: Why should we trust YoU?

Me: Because, it might be true!

XxX__Xx: Yea, ' might be true. '

Me: I feel the sarcasa I would've finished that sentence, but then the first user to join the game in 15 minutes joined the game, whilst another player was booted from the game for no apparent reason. I decided to talk to him instead, because it seemed like a wise choice at the time, regarding that nobody else seemed to realize the dumbness of everyone around them. I greeted him with the most humble greeting known to this earth, "Hi."

However to him this greeting seemed to him like I was trying to kill him, or something related to hurting him. I looked closer at the avatar and saw bulged out, dark blue, grayish eyes. There appeared to be broken blood vessels within the eyes, causing him to appear with a slight red look to his eyes. When he spoke, it seemed like the game had shook itself around then upside down, but the user seemed to not be phased. He frowned until it seemed like his lip wasn't doing the frowning anymore, but rather, his entire body was doing it.

He began to float in the sky, as if he were on a mission to be somewhere other then there. He said his name backwards, reading "1LOST", which is pretty obvious that in reverse it was his name, LOST1, as shown by the player list to the right of my screen. Suddenly, his whole body turned into a bright, eye-bleed inducing light. I turned away and he proceeded to destroy the lobby.

"The lost are the ones who deserve to be found, discovered, and recovered. Such lost people should have never been lost in the first place, and I blame it all on the simpleminded lunatic retards of humanity itself. In fact, screw humanity. Humanity hasn't done a damn thing to make their dimwitted behavior justified and instead ignore it like a drunk human teen at a human party. Hung over. That is what humanity is, hung over. Ignoring their problems and instead running from them like wussies." LOST1 said, somehow bypassing the filter and the chat limit all at the same time.

I was puzzled and it seemed like he was trying to hypnotize people with the way he spoke, and how he spoke. One user, by the name of XxX__Xx, gave in, and their name was crossed out, flying out of the map and tearing itself to shreds in the distance. Text floated from the sky, appearing to limp like a wounded animal would to its mother or burrow as in walked along. But when the text was 2 studs from the blank name, the name was slapped on and the leader board AND player list now read "LOST_2"

I wondered if this person was any different then they were before this name had been slapped on them, like on a toy on Christmas day. But their behavior was not that of a typical human. He believed in the same belief as LOST1 did: Humanity is evil and so is everyone else. The game started distorting a bit, with the lobby becoming an ink black, and the sky, a cloud white. The game spun around, causing me to feel dizzy, and a bit nauseous.

Finally, the game crashed after a large body of water raised itself in the air and polygons formed the map.

THIS GAME HAS SHUTDOWN.

Guess I should've predicted that huh? Wait, who is this?

Lost1 and Lost_2 have followed you.

What deal of damage could they cause? I mean, they're only players, right?

Chapter 4: LOST_2 vs 4chan
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Quick note:
This section has words that may not be suited for some audiences. Reader discretion advised.

You all know that one message board which has released numerous, let's just say, questionable content to the public, and has actually done some good once in a while? Yes, 4chan, that one site that would raid OT (Off Topic) which was a subforum that was praised among the community, until 2 years ago, when it was removed. We all know that caused hysteria, but that was 2 whole years ago, who knows what those people might be doing today?

Well, it turns out the users who friended me were not "just players" but allegedly part of a group of people from all over the world who were trying to do certain illegal actions, and were supposedly also releasing graphic films of those who tried to attack. How did I know this, exactly? Well, a person gets bored sometimes, so you resort to things you wouldn't do otherwise, but do them just because at that exact moment in time you don't really have a choice of anything better to do. I went on the video games board just to see what the hell a Japanese board would even talk about when it comes to video games (at least, in this time and age) the first post that I could see was by an anonymous user who claimed that "something was very wrong with roblox". The 4chan community quickly reacted with a "**** off ROBLOX player" comment section, and the user pleaded his remarks were NOT false. This was met with a small argument between the OP and the other users.

An educated user then entered the thread, arguing that the user had provided some evidence in the actual thread, and was logical in his posts. 4chan responded with "You're just a ROBLOX supporter" However, the logical person had located someone identified an IP belonging to one of the hackers. That same logical person had revealed that this IP had a criminal record of over $90,000 in fines and is supposedly supposed to face life in prison, but has somehow escaped. Immediately 4chan snapped and resorted to ROBLOX to contact LOST_2. They also attempted to shutdown these people by decrypting their internet footprints. However, this ultimately failed.

After this happened, I unfriended them both immediately. I ultimately ignored every friend request that they'd send, no matter how many they sent. I checked the forums to see if 4chan was truthful about their effort to call LOST_2 out. I checked RN&D, where a user who I have no point in naming due to the fact that their account was deleted as I'm recording this information. The user boasted that LOST_2 was a "child rapist" and a "pedo" the thread was quickly bombarded with users telling others to mass-report the user for violating the rules.

The thread had gone from just 1 page to 3 in a minute, with multiple replies venting LOST_2 and some even going to extremes and resorting to PA (personal attack) and attempted IP-tracing. However moderators quickly replied to the thread stating that they are dealing with the situation and no further action would be necessary, and that they were willing to file a police report if the rumors were proved true. I decided to watch the ROBLOX forums and all others parts of this website to see if they had dealt with the situation. I even went digging into their profiles, just incase they showed signs of being banned. Finally I desperately scanned Games to check as well.

However, ROBLOX did not say anything more about LOST_2, and the thread was silently deleted after an hour of 4chan users raging and even hiring spam bots to do the work for them. That following hour, it was like reliving OT Tremor, except this time it was on a whole different forum, with drastically different measures then ROBLOX (duh) and most of 4chan appeared to not like this very much, as they were calling the moderators of the site "illegal act" supporters. Moderators only responded with "Go **** yourself" and other rude and disrespectful things. One moderator account even made fun of a user for their supposed "mental problems" which resulted in this mod being PA'd. The moderators account soon disappeared.

The mods were supposedly "hacked" and apologized for the false bannings. Me and lots of other people thought this was a lie from the mods trying to cover up supporting anything illegal or promoting those illegal things. I checked back on this same board later, and it turns out that it ''wasn't a lie. ''This was proved by the mods because of the unknown IP that was logging into their moderator accounts and banning people, perhaps trying to stop people from knowing about the existence of LOST_2 online and offline. Connections to LOST_2 were supported by the spike in loss of data 4chan was experiencing at that time, perhaps due to the unknown whereabouts of LOST_2.

After I had stopped looking at 4chan for that day, I checked if LOST_2 seemed to retaliate at all.

"Wow, that's SHOCKING..." I said sarcastically as I read the recent status update on LOST_2's profile. The status update appeared like this: LOST1 - LOST_2 Code 59383, @ 4chan msg board. Mail me @yahoo and mail me the Code 5s. Before you get hyped, unknowing younger readers that were born around 2007, no, we do not have a new layout for 2019. While I am in the present, I am also in the future. It's a complicated thing to explain in a highly detailed, well-written manner. Not to be rude or anything, but I think these LOST people are trying to scare people into thinking they're being watched. Ha, kind of reminds me of an old creepypasta that was on that one site. What was the story called again? I think it was something to with bloxxers watching you and that if eyes were certain textures and stuff you'd be "cursed and crap".

Of course, this was proved not true by the community later and many still try to vandalize the page to this day. To my knowledge, this story has been only truly loved by the younger ages, however the older, a little more mature ages realized that it was the worst story to ever come into existence, and shrugged it off because let's just be honest, you don't want to be that person ins the comments section that just drops 90 F-Bombs in one comment without any actual criticism. I also personally agree with the community that most of this was caused by ROBLOX YouTubers. These YouTubers promoted this pasta's page and told people to "watch out for them". Most of this YouTubers were watched by younger audiences, which is why many copy pages existed with bad grammar.

I now realize that I'm getting off track, and I should resume all focus on the LOST matter. While I was having my little "side-tangent" as many people call it, these two people were in the process of riddling the ROBLOX Studio catalog with decals of messages that supported the absolute opposite of what one would normally support in life. I specifically remember a decal that said "DISTRIBUTE NAKED CHILDREN" in all caps, with a calligraphy pen text style. The decals were quickly taken down and the LOST users were not seen for a whole week.

When an entire week passed, I decided to see if they got a 7-dayer and couldn't come on ROBLOX for that period of time. I wasn't wrong, as LOST1 and LOST_2's bio both just said "Sorry." like there were people who cared for his sake of existing. I wasn't sure who this was targeted to, but whoever it was, they seemed highly suspicious. There may be someone LOST1 and LOST_2 have contact with that we have no knowledge of, at least as of this time. I'm sure if someone uncovers event the tiniest bit of info about LOST1 and LOST_2 they'd share it for sure.

I dig some heavy searching for any further information about these users, and I came to rest on an old, basic-looking 2008 website that anyone could re-create with basic HTML. How did I know this? When doing inspect element, all that was in the code was a bunch of hyperlinks and headers, and also paragraph elements (thanks Denny!) that were easily re-codeable. I should probably stop complaining now, shouldn't I? Yeah, thought so. Anyway, the site contained links to many currently under-the-radar resources for hacker forums. I decided to click on one of the clicks and that's how I came to uncover this information that I will share with you, reader, in the next indention.

This forum contained many posts that had malicious backstories, but I wasn't looking for a black hat to totally **** someone over in life, I was looking for data on LOST1 and LOST_2, but too barely any avail. That was, of course, until I came across a relatively new thread that claimed they had reported the user of the same name to the local police and was threatening to DDoS the these users and expose their information to the public, even going as far as uncovering their geographical location. I didn't know exactly what to think of this at the time, because I was just an innocent website visitor at the time. But then I discovered what could become of this small forum in seconds after this observation. To me, it was like you couldn't say "NO" to anything on this website.

Users of this forum replied with an overwhelming amount of support, and coordinates were posted to the thread later on. I checked the coordinates, and they appeared to be somewhere in the US, right under a wooden shack. Something told me I was screwing up right then and there, because stuff like this always ends in insane people lurking in tight spaces where they prey on unknowing, and knowing, victims. I quickly exited the Google Street View of this location, because it was way too scary for me to analyze more. But this wasn't the end of the findings for this user. The same forum also uncovered the person's phone numbers and telephone call records. At this point I was scared if this site was a keylogger or could infect me via JavaScript at any moment.

I knew of these JavaScript exploits because I had watched many videos dealing with malicious content and really disturbing things on the "Deep Web" which talked of these JavaScript exploits. I had enough of the internet today, because I felt like I knew things I really shouldn't know. From there, I cleared my search history and cookies. Luckily I had nothing on my browser that truly needed cookies. I exited my browser from there, wanting to do something else instead. I ended up doing nothing for the rest of the day.

Chapter 5: L.O.S.T?
I had gotten home from a long day of watering my neighbor's plants. I did this once a month for a small payment of $3.20. I always get home in the evening after doing this, and head straight for the fridge and grab a drink. No, not THAT kind of drink, non-alcoholic. I wouldn't promote that practice at all, especially for you younger readers. I then grab the drink and head for my computer, logging into ROBLOX and searching for a decent game. It of course takes a while because of the front page being riddled with "ODer" games and the like.

"Finally, a good game!" I proclaimed in relief. This game had approximately 30,000 visits at the time and a dislike ratio of 5:1. I decided to join this game because this was one of those games that are good, but get drowned out by obbys or "Adopt And Raise A (adjective) (noun)" games. As soon as it loaded I could tell that the developer put lots of work into this game. The textures were clear and crisp, and the custom gear was made perfectly. The game was all based on classes, each class being either the Knight Class, Archer Class, Assassin Class, or Sneak Class. The Assassin Class is the one I chose, as it included both bows and swords.

The round commenced and the clock start counting down from 5 to 1. Each player was in a different part of the map, and the goal was to be the last player standing. This however, was the base mode of the game. Other modes of the game had you do a lot of one thing, for example, the Genocide Armed Murder Entertainment game mode, according to the game's guide "Kill everybody and everything you can". As I was saying, the round started and each player gained their class items. I had become very good at this game somehow, racking up head shots like they were a child's toys that had aged over the years.

I was now side by side between the 2 people in the game that were doing the greatest. One of these users were calling hacks on me because of how great I was. This was not, however, because they were getting killed over and over, because in this game you can only die one time. This was only because of the mass killing I was initiating upon the area of users of this game. It all came to a really shocking ending when I killed the last player still standing. I had won the game, and earned 30 emeralds (currency of the game, not available to buy with ROBUX, surprisingly) and 30xp.

Instantly I became hooked and played a couple more rounds. This game was addictive I'd gotten 300xp in a span of a whole day at this point. I decided to have one more round in order then call it quits for the day. It was at that exact moment that I had noticed something a slight bit out of the ordinary. The classes were switched around in order, with Assassin, instead of being next to Archer, was now next to the Sneak class. The Assassin Class' items now appeared misplaced with the Knight class. I had wondered if this was a glitch, as the game was fairly new and was coming through a Dev that had only been on the site for a month (that whole month was spent creating just this game) and I reported it to the Dev.

After I had reported it to the Dev, I continued to play this game that had your face in the screen all the time. I was now playing on the Genocide Armed Murder Entertainment mode. This mode as very violent to say the least. Now I know you might be wondering what genocide is if you've never heard of it, and if you're think of that one game with the skeleton dude named after a font, no, that isn't it. It's basically where you kill everyone you come into contact with in any form. You can die an infinite amount of times in this mode, but the more you die, the more you have to try. Basically, if someone on the leaderboard has more kills then you, you need to catch up before the round ends.

Me wanting to win this round and have a 30 round win streak, I tried to locate the other users as fast as I could. It worked a little, as I had already killed 3 people in a span of 5 minutes. I had not died once in that time period, and was at a steady 0 deaths. That was of course I came across that one guy who knows exactly what you're doing and how and totally destroys you. His name was _CamaronArmyMen5_, who was just the 2nd best killer on the leaderboard, looming over my status.

We both knew the same thing: Time was down to one minute and whoever killed one another first was the winner of the game. I quickly pulled my bow out and it missed by a hair. They pulled out their sword and swung at me like the were trying to crack open a walnut over my head. I went for a swing, but was interrupted by a sudden boom noise that sounded like an actual bomb. I got up from my desk to see if anything had happened outside. I saw nothing, just the barren trees outside wrinkling away. That was certainty not normal, as I thought headphones couldn't emit sounds that loud. Maybe I just don't know my headphone's volume capacity.

However, I quickly found out that it wasn't only me who heard this sound. The user who was about to absolutely annihilate me was looking around in-game, shocked at what he had heard, or hadn't. I personally don't know if we even heard anything at all, but if we both heard it at the same time, we must have. I attempted to confirm this with this individual, and got a decent chat out of him. Me: did you hear that?

_CamaronArmyMen5_: Yes. yes I did.

Me: What did it sound like to you?

_CamaronArmyMen5_: it sounded like an explosive...

Me: Oh gosh.

_CamaronArmyMen5_: I dont remember explosives being in the game

Me: Me neither.

_CamaronArmyMen5_: Some thing isnt right here I can feel it

Me: Do you know any logical explanation?

_CamaronArmyMen5_: Maybe its just a glitc h

Me: Yeah, mayb e

_CamaronArmyMen5_: Okay wt h

_CamaronArmyMen5_: Everything is spacin g

Me: Oh my.. .

_CamaronArmyMen5_: Its getting wor se

Me: y e a

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Me: W a i t, wh- That was the point at which a very sudden, flashing light that was turquoise and white appeared in the sky. From there _CamaronArmyMen5_ spoke nothing but gibberish, being most likely effect by the light flashing a lot. I stood still, not knowing how to react.

"Maybe I should take a picture of it?" I said, opening a screenshot software. As soon as I try to do this, the skybox is a polluted, dull looking sky. There are white borders around it and it looks like it was made by a kid in PhotoShop. I try to take a screenshot of it, but then this appears (look for picture below) and I deem this impossible and move on. I then try to approach the light, which ends up in it getting agitated. The spectators of this match start getting paranoid, shouting things at me to leave it alone. I continue to try to approach it, but no dice.

I try to attack it, but that also doesn't work. The light travels, with motion blur effecting my visibility of the light significantly. I then see a quick, small crack form in the sky. I assume this is an effect of this light's speed, or abnormal properties. I quickly see the light fade out and then the following message is said in chat: LOST: Lost Overseers of Sights and Tacklement group is god. God is great. I get curious at what this might mean, as it might be some sort of religion. I reply quickly, and ask the dumbest question I could ask on this planet. Me: Are you real?

LOST: Are you? Maybe not, but I know you think you are real. Reality is a myth, people. I am now more confused and slightly intrigued by this, and ask him one more question. Me: What does L.O.S.T do??

LOST: What we need to. What you people don't. What everyone doesn't. What everyone can do, but doesn't care to. We care. We listen. We see it. Slightly disturbed by this sentence because of the many scenarios I've imagined beforehand ending badly, I exit the game and search for this group. No groups are found in the ROBLOX search. It is at this point I check LOST'S profile for any substantial clues. I then see their latest status update. It reads "L.O.S.T, 18.4210683 N 77.1138837, Wed @ 3:00PM LOCAL TIME. Meeting needed"

I punch in the coordinates and am now more suspicious of this group then ever. I see a tourist cave and wonder if this group has an underlying secret. The kind of secret that accesses the deepest and most darkest part of the human brain. While that might sound like a depressed onion speaking to you, this might not be too far fetched, as I've seen this thing multiple times in the past. As I've seen in the past when people describe these "things" to people they describe it like everyone else does, but I beg to differ. It wasn't your average, run-of-the-mill thing that people describe when they fear of wonder about something, but the type of thing you cannot describe, that has been lost in translation.

The main reason I keep referring to LOST as a thing because of the fact that its presence cannot be described as being physically there, but just being there. You may be confused by my wording choices, but you'd have to see it first to truly understand. Not even artistic depictions of this thing will have the same effect on you. This is most likely because of the unusual properties of this thing that I'm talking about. At this point you may think I'm over-emphasizing about this whole ordeal, but you would be wrong there.