The Unwelcome

= THE UNWELCOME by LifeOfToast =
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=== Author’s Note ===
While this pasta is rated “Mature”, I actually recommend people over 13 or 15 to read this, not only people over 17 or 18.
(This Author’s Notes section is unfinished)
Enjoy the pasta!
=== Introduction (An overview of Telaria) ===
[Name: Telaria
Type: SMP Server
Status: Online
Version: Java
No. of players online: 3]
Telaria was a social experiment conducted by an anonymous person who has approximately been traced to the player “Brakskal54”. The said user is most likely innocent and there are little to no leads that point to a conclusion.
Telaria was designed to look like a normal SMP server. There were many rules, and the people online in Telaria were like-minded and considerate. It looked real, to say the least. It can be assumed the creator of Telaria paid these people to act like normal players, and eventually they would have thought “Screw this!” and have chickened out completely.
To cover this up, the creator of the social experiment forged certificates proclaiming the unfortunate deaths of most of the players that used to be online. In the time before the fake players started “dying”, many people got in on this experiment and it spread like wildfire through the community.
Currently, more information is unknown and kept at a need-to-know basis. There isn’t much else known. But I’m gonna change that. I’m going to find the roots of this.
Signed by ArchiveDX
On 19 September 2015
=== CHAPTER 1: STATUS ===
[Name: ArchiveDX
Type: Player
Status: Unknown
Version: Java
No. of players online: N/A]
(Taken from the notes of the creator of Telaria)
Subject’s name: ArchiveDX
Current coordinates on the Earth: [CONFIDENTIAL] 
EXPERIMENT NUMBER 3402-F
21 September 2015, 9:12 am
I have been observing the subject for quite some time now. There is no answer to where the subject currently is. They seem to be very interested in Experiment 2931-Q (Codename Telaria) and I’m afraid they have the power to find the truth behind Telaria, which must be kept confidential at all times. The laboratory must be readied for further testing.
22 September 2015, 8:25 am
I need to know the subject's coordinates to conduct more tests. I feel like I'm gradually degrading because of this... but I know that in the end, there will be a reward. I'm sure of it. I just need to solve one field equation, and I'll get closer to finding the answers. See, that's the beauty of mathematics. One equation leads to another, and soon they all beautifully converge, and you slowly start to get fond of the equations themselves.
23 September 2015, 1:16 am
Why am I awake? Why am I doing this? So many questions… so little answers… and the answers that are there… let’s just say that they’re merely theoretical, unreal, and outside the reach of science. This diary will soon be full of mysterious ramblings in an undecipherable encryption, and I will be exhausted of all my wit and intellect, mindlessly scribbling my blackboard, failing simple elementary equations, and then…
Then I’m truly done for.
24 September 2015, 2:10 pm
There’s no use in doing this anymore. I’ll throttle that dirtbag Auditor for forcing the gods to smite me with this torture. The only way I can get a paycheck these days is by bowing to that retarded sack of turds. Every single day I’m descending, morphing into a rat, and the only cure… the only antidote to this poison is closure. Nothing more. Simple closure.
25 September 2015, 4:50 pm
I’ve decided. Closure is one thing, but the other reason I’m so f*cking pissed off is the fact that I haven’t realized that working under this douche is killing me and I could do anything else that isn’t this. F*ck, I could become a servant and I’d be happier than right now. I leave tomorrow morning, and I don’t care what the Auditor thinks, but I’m taking my ass out of this hellhole. I’ll write one final entry tomorrow after escaping.
26 September 2015, 12:16 am
Here I am. I’ve written a million racial slurs on my blackboard, all directed to the Auditor. And now I’m free. Free of this cruel labour, uncalled slavery. I’m right in Main Street, and I’m hiding in a dumpster because the Auditor probably has a hundred hitmen who are on straight dr*gs and work 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The only thing left now is closure. And I’ve had it all mapped out for the poor soul who finds this diary.
You see, this whole operation was because of this guy named “ArchiveDX”. He’s a so-called ‘journalist’ that goes around, collecting pictures of my work. The Auditor forced me to make unspeakable monstrosities, but soon enough I accepted that this job was the single way I could get enough money to feed myself. Now, some random shithead released all of my terrible creations and all you others call them “creepypastas”. Some of you are making jokes out of these things. But let me tell you one thing: all of these quote-unquote “creepypastas” are made from dead humans. This is not a joke. I was ordered to kill every one of them and the only reason I’m not given a life sentence is that the Auditor is that he thinks I’m useful. To this f*cking day, I’m haunted by all of the times I had to brutally murder innocent people. I hope that cheers you up, folks. Nothing here’s all sunshine and rainbows.
Signing off,
[NAME REDACTED]
=== CHAPTER 2: CLOSURE ===
(Taken from the novel “A Brief History of Telaria” by [FULL NAME REDACTED], alias ArchiveDX.)
All these years I’ve been pondering about Telaria. That one abandoned server like no other. I won’t disclose the server’s address to you, readers, no matter how valuable you are to me, since in that server lied (and maybe still lies) a terrifying evil that could destroy the space-time continuum. And I’m going to tell you how I got in.
Earlier, I made a vow to unleash the secrets of Telaria and subsequently keep the evil locked in the vault of that dreadful server. And it was not easy, but I kept that vow. I fulfilled it. I don’t know what I got after I found out the secrets of Telaria other than knowledge. And now that I look back at my immeasurable stupidity, I realize that most people will cast down my findings and direct me to a lunatic asylum. Here’s a word of caution to the readers: always weigh out the rewards of risking your life before doing it. In simple words, look before you f*cking leap.
Before I entered Telaria, it was evident I was being watched. That sixth sense, that tiny voice in your head that tells you that you’re not alone? It was going crazy. Soon, I was too petrified to turn around and see whatever the hell was watching me. I was practicing in a test world to get ready for whatever was in Telaria. And, believe it or not, I talked with the other guy who was watching me. He told me about this old retard, the Auditor, and how he forced him to do hard labour. I found out the name of the watcher, but for now I’ll can it and call him The Professor because he knew much more than I did about this whole Telaria ordeal.
Before long, we both agreed to go inside Telaria together. His reason was closure, and mine was pure curiosity. I felt bad for the guy, at least he was sane about this whole thing. After he told me about his life story, I understood he did it to face his fears, and me, being a filthy journalist, wanted to get in half for the best scoop in Minecraft, and half because I always wanted to know what was happening inside Telaria.
Personally, Telaria was driving both of us insane. The Professor got PTSD every time I mentioned it, and I understood that Telaria would be a traumatic event for me, too. I just wasn’t able to get my bearings or to wrap my head around it. The Professor refused to give me any information about it before we went in, so I was even more scared because the entire idea of going inside there was a stab in the dark. I mean, why wouldn’t it be?
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Tomorrow morning, The Professor and I braced ourselves, and with the server’s address at hand, entered Telaria.
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The rest of ArchiveDX’s book was redacted by an unnamed entity. All that’s left is those paragraphs you just read.
More importantly, the question remains: What happened when ArchiveDX and “The Professor” entered Telaria?
[WIP]
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