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It was 20/1/2025 in code "walktime", my friends said "Theres a g-g-g-ghost in code walktime!!!" and i bravely entered as THE MACARENA MAN. As i was the macarena man i wasn't scared. but my friends were not just scared, but SPOOKED!!! so me and my free thriends entered the code, and i pulled a balloon out at mirror and my first friend, eryn, saw him absolutely FFFFLLLAAABBBERGAAASSTTEEEDDD. my second friend run up to him and slapped him, he got banned and Walkie bot ran through canyons, doing the griddy and screaming, absolutely mogging us!111!! then he teleported to my to other friends and kicked them! "U-uh g-guys!?!?" i said. no longer brave as macarena man, but thoroughly SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKED!!!!! and then he crashed my game and i fell to the floor "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i screamt and wept.
the end[]
creator[]
The only account for the creator of this bot/page is Goofygobber3432. if any lore is added i will fricking crash out11!!! (i have the source copied down on a notepad some it'll be fine if someone vandalizes but it was a pain to write all this)
codes[]
walktime (first sighting and most common code)
skibidi (rare, only 1 sighting)
ididthegridddyonfeb12 (only 6 sightings)
stories (from creator of the page!11!)[]
STORY 1[]
RETURN TO WALKTIME[]
They should have left it alone.
TWO DAYS LATER…[]
Macarenaman hadn’t played since that night.
But he still heard it.
Sometimes, when everything was silent, his headset would crackle—a faint, distant static.
Like something was still listening.
Then, he got the invite.
A ghost-hunting team had seen his messages. They wanted to investigate walktime. They wanted to find Walkie Bot.
Macarenaman didn’t want to go back.
But he had to know.
THE TEAM[]
- Macarenaman – The survivor. The one who knew.
- JinxVR – The researcher. Documenting ghost encounters.
- R3KT – The speedrunner. Didn’t believe in “ghosts.”
- FrostByte – The skeptic. Just there for the thrill.
At 3:33 AM, they entered the code:
"walktime."
THE FIRST WARNING[]
Something was wrong immediately.
The map felt empty.
No wind sounds. No distant echoes of movement. Just... silence.
Then—a sound.
That awful, buzzing static.
Faint, at first. But growing.
JinxVR started recording. “Okay, that’s definitely not normal—”
BZZZZT.
His headset glitched. His screen filled with static.
When it cleared, he was back in the stump.
“Dude, I got kicked.”
But Macarenaman wasn’t listening.
Because he saw it.
At the end of the hallway.
Standing.
Walkie Bot.
THE CHASE THAT WASN’T A CHASE[]
They ran. They didn’t even think.
Through City. To Canyons. To Forest.
But Walkie Bot didn’t chase them.
It walked.
Slow, unnatural steps. But every time they turned a corner—it was there.
Waiting.
Then—it wasn't walking anymore.
It was ahead of them.
Blocking the exit.
"How did it—" R3KT whispered.
The buzzing grew louder.
Macarenaman's headset vibrated.
His controls stopped responding.
Then—a whisper.
Not a voice.
Not a word.
Just static.
And somehow, he understood.
"LEAVE."
THE FINAL MOMENTS[]
They tried.
They opened the menu. Clicked "leave game."
Nothing.
They tried to restart.
Nothing.
Then—FrostByte disappeared.
One second, he was standing next to them.
The next? Gone.
No disconnect message. No lag. Just gone.
"Bro," R3KT whispered. "What the—"
His screen froze.
Then—black.
BANNED.
REASON: UNKNOWN.
Only Macarenaman was left.
Walkie Bot stood in front of him.
Waiting.
Then, it did something worse than anything before.
It lifted one arm.
And waved.
Macarenaman’s screen cut to black.
His game closed itself.
Not crashed. Not an error.
Just gone.
THE AFTERMATH[]
JinxVR logged back in.
FrostByte and R3KT?
Their names were still on the leaderboard.
But something was wrong.
Their colors were dark gray.
And their status?
"WALKING."
Macarenaman tried to relaunch Gorilla Tag.
This time, it worked.
But when he joined a random public lobby, someone was already there.
Just standing.
A familiar dark gray gorilla.
Motionless.
Waiting.
Then—his headset crackled.
A faint, distant static.
And somehow, he knew—
Walkie Bot wasn’t done with him.
the end.STORY 2[]
⚠ CONTENT WARNING: ⚠[]
This story contains themes of psychological horror and suicide. If you or someone you know is struggling, please seek help. You are not alone. 💙
FIVE DAYS LATER…[]
This time, Macarenaman wasn’t running.
The static never stopped.
It followed him everywhere. His PC. His phone. His mind.
Even in the deepest silence, it was there.
A faint, endless buzz.
And now, it wasn’t just a sound.
It was a thought.
A whisper.
A presence.
Calling.
THE FINAL GAME[]
At 3:33 AM, he logged in.
For the last time.
"walktime."
The game loaded, but the world was empty.
No leaderboard. No sounds.
Just darkness.
Then—
A single message appeared.
"YOU ARE READY."
Macarenaman exhaled.
For the first time in days, the fear was gone.
The buzzing wasn’t noise anymore.
It was comfort.
It was purpose.
He reached for his headset—
And took it off.
THE DISCOVERY[]
His mother woke to silence.
The usual sound of clicking keys, controllers, or muffled talking from his room was gone.
A deep, uneasy stillness filled the house.
She knocked on his door.
No answer.
She knocked again.
Silence.
She opened the door—
And screamed.
Her son hung from the ceiling.
Limp. Lifeless.
His VR headset still on his desk.
His PC screen still on.
And on the keyboard—
A folded note.
With shaking hands, she picked it up.
It was short.
Just a few words.
Words that sent a chill through her bones.
"SEE YOU IN WALKTIME."
THE FINAL CHOICE[]
The monitor flickered.
A new message appeared on the screen.
"YOU CAN STILL FIND HIM."
Her breath caught.
Her hands trembled.
Her eyes drifted to the headset.
Waiting.
Calling.
The static hummed softly.
Welcoming her.
Guiding her.
She slowly reached forward.
And put it on.
To be continued... in Story 3.
⚠ IF YOU NEED HELP, PLEASE REACH OUT. ⚠[]
This is just a story, but real life matters. If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone. 💙 Please talk to someone—a friend, a family member, or a mental health professional. You are valued. You matter
STORY 3[]
THE VOID[]
The moment the screen lit up, the world collapsed.
No sky. No ground. Just darkness.
And static.
It whispered to her.
Calling her deeper.
Then—
A leaderboard appeared.
For the first time in weeks, it wasn’t empty.
It was filled with five names.
1. WALKIE BOT
2. BANSHEE
3. PBBV
4. DAISY09
5. H3X
Her hands trembled.
Then—footsteps.
Slow. Steady. Surrounding her.
She turned.
They were here.
THE FIVE HAVE ASSEMBLED[]
Walkie Bot stood at the center. Unmoving. Watching.
To its right, Banshee.
A twisted, blackened form, its mouth hung open in a silent scream. The air around it warped, distorted, wrong.
Next to Banshee, PBBV.
Tall. Staring. Its head twitching unnaturally. A glitched, robotic voice whispered fragments of "RUN." "HIDE." "IT'S COMING."
To Walkie Bot’s left, Daisy09.
Its arms stretched too long. Its head tilted at an impossible angle. A broken, looping version of its own music box played softly in the distance.
And finally, H3X.
Covered in shifting code, its body constantly flickered between forms—one moment solid, the next transparent.
Glitching. Shifting. Unstable.
THE CHOIR OF STATIC[]
They spoke as one.
Not with voices.
Not with words.
But through the static.
A symphony of corrupted, buzzing sound filled her mind.
She dropped to her knees, clutching her head.
Her vision warped.
Her thoughts fractured.
A message appeared before her eyes.
"YOU WALK NOW."
Her breathing shook. "No… I just… I just wanted to find my son…"
The static screamed.
Banshee’s head snapped toward her. Its mouth stretched too wide.
"HE WALKS TOO."
The leaderboard flickered.
A sixth name appeared.
6. MACARENA
Gray. Motionless. Waiting.
Her son was here.
She could feel him.
But he was not the same.
He was one of them now.
And soon—
So would she.
THE FINAL MOMENTS[]
Her body wouldn’t move.
Her arms felt heavy.
The static wrapped around her, pulling her in.
Walkie Bot stepped forward.
For the first time, it raised its hand—
And placed it on her head.
Everything went dark.
Her name vanished from the real world.
Her body was forgotten.
And on the leaderboard—
A new name appeared.
6. MOTHER
Gray. Motionless.
Walking.
THE LEGENDS LIVE ON[]
The Five are watching.
They are waiting.
And if you ever enter walktime...
You might see them.
Standing in the distance.
Not moving.
Just... waiting.
For you.
THE END.
Or is it?