Creature [Roblox ARG??]

You were creating your own game and completely dedicated yourself to it, but when you thought you were finished, you had to make animations... But you were so scared when you heard that Roblox was removing the R6 body that you decided to redo all the character models for R15, but they all confused you or you didn't like how the characters looked in them... So you started modeling, trying to make the perfect body that would fit R15 and you wouldn't have to be afraid of anything in the future... But there was one problem. You couldn't do anything. You experimented with different variations of body parts on a mannequin, created your own, sometimes you did something too crooked, sloppy, and, in the end, you deleted your "creations" to create new ones and try to achieve the desired... But you lacked the strength and practice to make something worthwhile, so, having deleted the mannequin, you simply forgot about it and hoped that R6 would not be removed and everything would be fine. Your guess was correct, R6 wasn't removed, and your game was gaining popularity! You were happy, but then, one day, players started reporting... Strange comments. Some unfinished Creature was interfering with their gameplay. And someone wrote that this harmless game had scared them when they saw the Creature. Unsure what so many people were talking about, you checked the game files and nothing... But a folder appeared on your desktop. Notepad. When you opened it, it said: "You don't understand this, do you. What you did only made the situation worse. Perhaps my body and soul have disappeared, But my influence still exists." As you finished reading the strange words of the unknown person, Roblox Studio suddenly opened on your computer. You were in a first-person perspective, and it was dark. It seemed to be your game's map, but completely in darkness... Until suddenly, a Thing emerged from the darkness. It grabbed you through the screen, pulled you closer, forcing you to become a character in the game with cries of pain and the ripping of particles. The Thing clutched your neck with its glitched hand, looking at you with the face of the very mannequin you'd deleted forever.