Subject_1

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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.