THE lost SpRiTe

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This is the same game not really chapter 2 I copied costumes not CODE… Made by dylan14dp Glitche fixer icyc2020 Spent so long to make this thing…… 5 months??? STORY: You are here to find your brother when a mysterious stranger came … LORE :pls play first than read this Scratch World was once a bright and colorful digital world, created as a safe playground for children. It was part game, part virtual amusement park, and part learning space. Kids could visit using special headsets and interact with friendly sprites, joyful environments, and simple coding puzzles that controlled the world—like making a rainbow appear or opening a candy machine. The mascot, Scratch Cat, guided them gently. Every part of the world responded to their joy. The more they played, the more the world evolved with them. It was perfect. But perfect things don’t last. As newer, flashier platforms emerged, fewer children visited. The developers stopped updating it. Then, one day, Scratch World was abandoned. The last group of children to visit never logged out properly. Their connections were unstable. Some say their data never left. The world was disconnected from the servers, and the doors were sealed. No one noticed the smiles froze, the sprites stopped blinking, and the laughter never ended. Until now. Years later, a curious coder (that’s you) finds a hidden file in an old archive labeled: “SCRATCH_WORLD_RECONNECT.EXE” When you launch it, the game boots like normal—colorful music, bubbly fonts, Scratch Cat waving cheerfully. But something’s… wrong. • Some sprites flicker strangely. • There are rooms you can’t leave. • The puzzles glitch when solved. • And every so often, you hear children laughing… but there’s no one there. The deeper you go, the darker it gets. The cat isn’t friendly anymore. It watches you. It knows you’re not supposed to be here. You discover that Scratch World is alive—powered by the memories, joy, and now the trapped consciousness of the last children who visited. Their data became corrupted, twisted by years of neglect and isolation. Their laughter is now echoes, their games are now tests, and their play becomes punishment.

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