FRHD41

After the last 0M3R events,in the 31.31.198.57 server was completely deserted. Khosrovss's Guardians didn't allow anyone to approach the fractured portal. Some kind of microorganism similar to a virus was dwelling in the vortex. The texture of the surrounding blocks and mobs were distorted, abnormal, white, black. Ferhad, who used to be a frequent visitor of the server, wanted to know what was this "virus" everyone was making such a fuss about. Ferhad was a pretty smart guy in general, but his brain must have malfunctioned when he entered the forbidden server. He carefully approached the broken portal as his game crashed and his laptop monitor got a black and white screen. However, nothing happened to him because 1) He was totally expecting this, and 2) he had on a handmade Hazmat Suit.
The virus wanted to infect Ferhad and bear witness to his death, but couldn't penetrate the Hazmat suit. In rage, it infected one of the Guardians, who screamed in grave horror. 
Ferhad : Poor you...
Ferhad gave the Guardian a swift, painless end, then set the place on fire to eliminate the virus. A player who was sliently watching the whole scheme tried to assassinate Ferhad. He wounded Ferhad badly. Ferhad shrieked out in pain... 
Mysterious Person : This portal IS MINE, UNDERSTAND?? AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME.
Ferhad: Yeesh, take a chill pill, dude. Who are you?
Mysterious Person : My name is Escuela, and this universe shall soon be mine.
Escuela examined the portal closely, ignoring the dagger glare Ferhad shooted at her. Unlike him, she knew what 0M3R did. 0M3R was the first one to get contaminated by the virus. Escuela, always prepared, wrote a new Code to this virus AND took some special pills to protect him. Why, you may ask? Because Escuela, continually craving weird stuff, yearned to be able to control the virus.
Escuela typed the new virus code in the chat. Millions of the virus's duplicates broke free from the vortex and entered Escuela's body. Escuela, pumped with adrenaline from his deadly power, peppered Ferhad and vanished. Ferhad would've went down in a blaze of misery if not for Khosrovss and Nihish, who came in the nick of time and took him to his spacecraft to treat his injuries. Seeing that almost all of the cloth from Ferhad's Hazmat suit was torn, Nihish returned one minute later, a brand-new suit just for Ferhad. When they were done with him, he turned from being a mere human to a robotic psychic. 
Khosrovss: I hereby rename you FRHD41, member of our team. If you disagree, then you're allowed to leave.
Ferhad: I will work for you, but why me? What is your purpose?
0M3R gave him a Corrupted Block. The sky was getting darker. When they looked out the window, they saw Escuela, spoiled, messed up, cheering, and an army of mobs thirsty for blood and gore. 
0M3R: Call for assistance, quickly! Tell 'em that all mobs have been poisonedand that they have that murderous look in their eyes, even the good ones!
Khosrovss: Don't worry, I have old friends to help me. Congratulations FRHD41, this is your first battle.It took FRHD41 a second to realize what Khosrovss meant, but by the time he got the point, he was facing the mob horde with about 20 robot fighters behind him, armed with state-of-the-art weapons and high-tech armor.
FRHD41 (To 0M3R and Khosrovss): Who bestowed us these powers?
Anonymous: When the day comes, you will learn.
FRHD41, a little scared and silent, blew the battle horn and charged with his fellow soldiers. FRHD41 could notice the difference between a human and a cyborg. He was more powerful and killable than ever before. 
FRHD41....A just-formed Creepypasta, yet dangerous beyond your imaginations.
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