(OLD, READ DESC) Goodbye Guests | ✔

Nine

"Johnny, I never noticed that hatbot you're wearing. How did you get it?" Guest 1285 asked timidly, trying to make them forget about the recent events that happened.

"Oh, right. Well, my dad gave this to me, as a gift from his trip." Johnny smiled.

"That's very nice of him." Guest 1285 commented, giving off his usual radiant energy.

"Sí, I agree." Kodeloot nodded. "But I think we should part ways. Necesito que irme a mi casa."

"I agree." Johnny nodded even though he understands nothing at all what Kodeloot just said. "But guest,"

Guest 1285 looked at Johnny. "Yeah?"

"Please be careful, Kodeloot can bring you home again."

"Wait que?" Kodeloot's head cleared as he heard Johnny call out his name. "I- Okay."

"Gee, thanks guys." Guest 1285 smiled, his eyes full of hope and innocence.

"No problem." Johnny smiled as he waved to his friends.

As Johnny was walking home, his mind began to wonder what happened today. Those events that occurred, why only Guests? He thought racism was behind them, that everyone was now accepting to everyone and everything.

Oh how wrong Johnny was.

It seemed only recently that Guests are getting the same, if not, worst treatment from all those years ago. Johnny wanted to do something, anything, to stop robloxians from making the same mistake again. The 1948 Guest Civil Rights Movement was a horrible and terrifying time, yet, Guests are apparently still being mistreated.

Why Guests? Everything one way or another always seems to begin with Guests. What makes them so easy to target? What makes them so special? And why now?

Johnny's mind wondered too far and walked into a stop sign, his face contacting the cold, hard, metal pole.

"Ow!" Johnny cried out as he rubbed his face, hoping to ease the pain.

Luckily, he didn't walk too far from his house. Johnny was now at the front steps of his home, and a happy one at that. Sure, the style was outdated for over a decade but his parents don't seem to mind. In fact, Johnny loved his Happy Home, it's an old but comfy house. He opened the door and enter his place that he calls home.

"Hello son! How was your day?" Jane Doe greeted Johnny as she gave him a cup of iced coffee. "Your father is sleeping right now so we have to be quiet."

"Pretty good, for the most part." Johnny shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Jane asked.

There was a small and short pause before the hatbot noob responded: "Are the guests suffering?"

Jane froze, she doesn't know how to respond to this. A part of her wants to tell him the truth, but her other half wanted to spare the horrifying truth. After all, she doesn't want her only child to worry. That's what mothers do right? They protect their kids, so it shouldn't be a big deal. Is it? Jane made up her mind, Johnny's old enough to handle the truth.

"Yes son, but the thing is I don't know what lead up to this. Everything was fine before, until now."

Just by the look Johnny gave Jane, she knew that something seems off.

"There has to be something we can do. Guests don't deserve this treatment, they're robloxians too! We're related to them!" Johnny paced the living room up and down, hyperventilating.

Jane Doe then ran to her son and hugged him, worried not only for her son, but for her husband to rest. "Son, don't worry. Everything is going to be fine. Not everyone hates guests, maybe there's people out there who are protesting right now."

Johnny, however, doubted his mother. He knows things cannot get better overnight, but it's nice to hear those words.

"Let's try and be more quiet." Jane sighed as she sat down onto the couch.