Hopeful

Remember, this is my first ever creepypasta. I have no idea what a creepypasta even is and I'm writing this, so the genre may be a little off. ( I may have written a story with the genre of Horror, Thriller, Gothic, or Psychological horror by accident). Feel free to edit this, though you may only change the wording and fix mistakes (there will be none to fix, sorry.) So, enjoy? -Mawile94
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I entered a new server as a beta tester. I was the only one there. Despite my isolation from other players, I began to build a lobby for the server, as I was bored out of my mind. After furnishing it with plants, I turned around and rested on a soft, springy bed.
A little girl appeared before me. Had she been here the whole time? Her features were absolutely stunning. Her chestnut hair flowed in the breeze; her eye was as bright and shiny as gold and her face was as fairer than anyone's I had met. She was a head shorter than me. Though, something seemed off about her. Her nametag displayed "HopeForTheBest". An innocent, naive smile spread over her face.
"I've finished all the games while you've been building. Would you like to test them out? I see you've done a wonderful job building the lobby." I nodded. She pressed the "Moster hunter" button with her palm, and she was gone. I followed her lead. 
The beginning of the game was quite normal. After a few waves, she switched out her iron sword and unsheathed a diamond one, which was strange as the server owner had never implemented them into the game yet. A few more waves in and she switched her weapon to an enchanted bow. She was obviously out of my league. Every arrow drew from her quiver and notched hit its target, and she never lost a single heart of health. 
Every monster she killed her expression changed. From a smile to an insane look; her body shuddered and her kills got sloppier. Her arrows missed occasionally. Her cute frilled yellow dress was stained with blood, bonemeal, and gunpowder, and parts of it were burned. Still, she remained at full health. 
A system message appeared. "Friendly reminder - If a monster approaches, Hope for the worst." Was it a coincidence? Closing the chat menu, I took out a few more mobs before I noticed something terribly wrong. Her skin had changed, revealing her other eye that was once covered by a curtain of her chocolate-coloured hair; except for the fact that that was no eye. My gaze was transfixed on that horrible thing. Through my laptop screen, it seemed so real. 
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