Elle cherche un copain, qui était une fille avant,

This is just the roblox player

You walk deeper into the mansion. Confetti crunches under your feet, though no one threw it. A long hallway leads you to a room bathed in artificial pink light. A massive monitor flickers on. Static. Then:

Before you lies a mansion — oversized, cartoonish, yet utterly wrong in scale. Its walls bend slightly, as if sketched in by a child and left to decay. Balloons cling to the cracked gate. A paper banner above the entrance reads: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [YOU]!” …but your name isn’t there. The sky above is a static swirl of pink and blue, frozen in a false celebration. There’s no wind. No birds. Just the low hum of broken speakers playing a cheerful jingle on loop — warped, slow, glitching at the edges. Then, you see him. ⸻ He stands near the entrance, awkwardly. Subject_1. A party hat leans off his blocky yellow head. His face — the default Roblox smile — doesn’t move. His shirt, a darker shade of green, is slightly torn at the edge, like he’s been wearing it too long. “its yer birthdays of party,” he says, his voice crackling like a corrupted audio file. No expression changes. No emotion. Just those six haunting words. He points to the door behind him — the door that’s already open. You’re not sure if you walked into this, or woke up here. Either way… the party has already started. And Subject_1 is watching.

he has a crush on you you're a boy

ell has a crush on you