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One in the S(h)ame - Chapter Seven

The silence between them was palpable. Awkwardness, shame, colliding feelings in this torrent of unknown future and current despair. In a world there was no room for enemies, especially when there was a common goal of surviving. Claiming freedom from this condemned realm and getting back home where all of them belonged. 

007n7's eyes went back to the ground, there was a subtle inching of unease crawling back to his posture and expression. Unsure of whether it was respect, fear, or discomfort. No matter how it was sliced, it just spoke volumes of the past that the former hacker had shared with the Admins and big man himself. No short of what was to be expected when such interactions ran years away in the past. Always doomed to leave a ripple in the water that consumed the space between them. 

"It's been a very long time since... I last genuinely spoke to you." Builderman noted as he looked down at his feet. The older Robloxian slowly lowering himself onto the bench that 007n7 occupied. "A very long time since I even deemed it necessary to look at you- truly." The words were callous, but honest. It's not like the lasting opinions that Builderman had on 007n7 would be pleasant but they still stung.

There was a small flinch from the former hacker, before 007n7 looked down at the ground. The conversation took no time to notice the wariness and apprehension. 

"When I first met you, you were very different, you know. Longer hair, different glasses... unmatchable spirit for chaos and destruction as long as you were calling the shots..." Builderman continued, his voice somber and mellow. There was a twinge of long forgotten disdain to his voice.

Memories of the notorious server corruptor flashing in his mind kept Builderman from getting any closer to 007n7, and yet the lost and remorseful man in front of him kept him from dismissing him entirely. 

"You are different, Seven."  007n7, not sure how to respond, just looked back forward. There was a lack of fondness to his face. Past resentments crawling up to haunt his present psyche. However, despite all of the awkward silence and observant statements- 007n7 finally let himself answer back.

"I was...." 007n7 paused again, unsure of what to follow with. Before he could speak again- Shedletsky finally interjected himself back into the conversation. 

"No. You ARE different. Current." Shedletsky gently interjected, before looking down at the ground- his eyes lingering for a moment "You aren't that same guy we met back then." 

007n7 paused for a moment. Emotions stirred within himself, he wanted to tear up a little bit, the aching that filled his heart from someone noticing that he had been trying to chance. Someone noticing that he was not the 'Infamous 007n7' or the 'C00l Hacker'.

No, he wasn't those things anymore... he was just 007n7. That's all he wanted to be. 

Builderman seemed to be struggling to find the words. Working through every way to try and find the way he wanted to say things. Delicate situation, and even more fragile person to boot. Someone who was always tethering in some direction.. no matter which way that direction ended up being. 

Builderman finally broke the silence, rubbing the nape of his own neck as he let out a long sigh. "What I mean to say is that... I am sorry for the way I treated you before." The older Robloxian closed his eyes and inhaled once more. "I am sorry for the those times I was willing to leave you to fend for yourself because of the past. Especially in this god awful place where everyone is - to pay for their misdeeds." 

007n7 sat there in stunned silence. However there was a gratitude to him. He couldn't fathom an apology, not because he thought they were above apologizing- but because he thought he genuinely just- didn't deserve one. 

"It's okay, really- I deserve it.... I-" 

"Stop that." 

Shedletsky and Builderman both spoke unanimously, their tones firm but their eyes welling with unknown emotions. Even if it was hard to tell what they were thinking- however there was a change in their gaze. There was no scrutiny or contempt to be seen, just a difference that 007n7 couldn't quite comprehend 

"Stop..?" 007n7's brow furrowed as if he was trying to understand a concept so foreign that it simply may have just bounced right off of him. "I'm sorry, stop what...?" 

"Man... you just can't give yourself a break, can you?" The brunette tried to make a small joke, his eyes drifting to the side. "Listen, Seven. This-" He made a gesture with his hands, gesturing to the entirety of the other man. "You have gotta stop." 

Builderman give a light finger-tipped swap at Shedletsky- knowing full well that the blunt and forward answer was not something that would help someone who overthought so often. Let alone someone who was clearly suffering in a way that they couldn't understand- not truly. 

"What Shedletsky means to say is that you need to stop being so hard on yourself. I know we didn't make it easy when you were brought here as a survivor. We hadn't seen or heard anything about you until..." There it was, the endless tension in the air again. "Until C00lkidd had vanished." 

Like a looming cloud, 007n7's relaxed demeanor seemed to stiffen as he nodded, looking at the ground again.

"What I'm trying to say, in short is that you don't deserve to be punishing yourself like this." Builderman finally spat out with a short frustrated sigh. "What I mean is that you do not deserve to treat yourself so lowly- not when you're doing your best to help everyone just as much as we are. You aren't just expendable, Seven- you're an ally. As an ally you need to look after yourself as well."

007n7 freezes- the words striking a chord with him. He had viewed himself so lowly compared to everyone else that he never considered himself worthy of being worried about. He always saw himself as expendable, the one they could risk if the risks got to high. 

Despite himself, 007n7 found himself tearing up. Odd feelings of relief and brief acceptance washed over him- and in their wake he found tears pricking his eyes as they threatened to fall so carelessly. 

The former hacker leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he lowered his head and brought his hands behind it. It was overwhelming- this feeling. The world was spinning, and his emotions spinning faster, comparable to a whirlpool. 007n7 could only produce one small sniffle as he began wiping his eyes free of the barely contained tears. 

Builderman, sensing the torrent of emotions in the other man leans forward as well. His fatherly instincts were screaming at him. Telling him to do something, anything to ease the others burdens just for a moment. 

Unable to bear it for long, Builderman loops one arm over 007n7's shoulder and exhaled deeply as he allowed the other to relieve himself of all his pent up emotions. 

The three of them sat in steadily comfortable silence as they absorbed each others company, the air around them no longer suffocating. 

"Thank you...." 

"You're welcome, Seven...."

((To be Continued))

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Cookie Run Stuffs

My many cookies as of semi recent.

Despite these all being my creations, they have all been adopted on deviantart. So this is just for display purposes.

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Chapter 6

One in the S(h)ame - Chapter 6

The night pressed onward. There would soon be another round. Another instance full of nothing but terror and fear in this terrible place. To break and batter them until there was nothing left- because there wasn't. This was purgatory after all. A land of the punished. 

007n7 eventually ventured back downstairs when dinner- as it did every night when it appeared out of the blue. 

This realm tried to trick them with a false sense of hospitality to counter the cruelty and the terror that accompanied it otherwise. There was trepidation in this place. Nothing but a lingering feeling of wrongness no matter how much of an attempt at comfort there was. Because they all knew that it was not real, not real in the way it should have been. The world was a never-ending cruel mistress of sorrow and repetition.

He couldn't understand if it was the worlds messed up attempt at temporary mercy, or if it was the world so casually reminding them of what they were missing. What they were fighting to return to and very well could potentially never see again. 

However, with the horrors they have all seen, it was like mockery all the same, what happened in between rounds was what they yearned for. The rounds were embodiments of pure agony.

007n7 slapped himself on the face several times, bringing both forth to just tap and give himself a wakeup call. Even if there was a feeling of hopelessness and nothing to believe in- they still needed to try. They were conscious in this hell for a reason, and with them having so many things on the line then he wasn't giving up. 

007n7 looked over at the other survivors who were all basking in their their comradery- even if there was no sense of legitimate celebration there was a sense of pride in surviving another day. A sense of accomplishment because they all got out of the round alive. To them, it wasn't all that mattered but it was something that kept them going. Sometimes, that was all one needed to keep them pushing from day 1 to day 2. 

All of the others celebrated surviving like it was the first day they had survived. Like it was their first time coming out of a round with their lives. As if they had not experienced the horrors of death before, many times over. 

The sound of rejoice in their clamor was enthralling. It made the world feel lighter and less overbearing. Something that could remind him that even in the darkest times- good friends and determination would always pull you through. Regardless of whether or not everything felt hopeless or all-for-not

For this, 007n7 couldn't help but smile a little bit. 

They were all together, encouraging each other and complimenting their skills, and resolve. Pushing each other to do just as well in the coming days, and work together to leave this forsaken plane of reality behind. 

Not wanting to ruin the mood by walking too close, 007n7 finished walking down the steps and rounded the corner- sitting on a padded bench that hugged the wall on the way to the kitchen. He closed his eyes and felt the pain stirring in his back once more. Despite the piece of pizza that Elliot had given him, it seemed that there wasn't enough healing power in it to neutralize whatever pull he did to cause so much discomfort. 

It didn't feel too bad, but the stinging sensation wouldn't go away. The sensations along his back ware a bother more than a concern, in all honesty. 

With his eyes closed, there was time to concentrate on other sensations... the sound of the clamor of the others in the kitchen, stacking up their dishes was one that reached him first. Then, it was soon after drowned out by the ever grim ticking of the grandfather clock that stood ominously on the other end of the room. Once it stopped ticking again, another round would be spurred and all of this would repeat again. 

Lost in the noise that the clock made, 007n7's face went lax. Every other noise was absorbed into the background becoming little more than a senseless, undefined hum. A droll in the pool of senseless tune as the ticking spurred on. Mentally consuming, in a way. 

So lost in these thoughts was he, that 007n7 didn't hear two sets of foot-steps walking in his direction. 

"007n7..." a familiar voice called out, which made the ex-hacker gasp and spur back to full awareness. Looking to his side, Builderman and Shedletsky were in front of him The former admin and big boss himself looking down at him. There was a sense of newfound respect in their eyes- but it couldn't shield the continued look of apprehension they both shared. 

A look that 007n7 had gotten more and more used to over the years. A look he, above anyone else deserved. 

"Builderman... Shedletsky..." Hesitance to speak to them... both men seemed to expect that.

"Shed, 007n7. It's Shed." Shedletsky took initiative to speak first. "Listen man, we just wanted to say thank you." 

There was a tense silence between them. Awkwardness quickly crept into the conversation like a a fog, looming over them despite the attempt at the conversation being casual. 

"You're welcome... sorry for your leg getting gashed up earlier..." The burger bearing Robloxian looked down to Shedletsky's wrapped up leg, small speckles of red trying to crawl to the surface of the wraps. "It wouldn't have happened if I planned out my moves better..." 

Builderman quickly interjected. Despite his own initial grievances with 007n7 before his past opinions were being swallowed whole by the fact that the man from the past was clearly not the man in front of him right here and right now. There was a sigh, before the older Robloxian gently put his hand on 007n7's shoulder. 

The action made 007n7 jump a little, his body arching in a start as he felt the others hand on him. It was as if 007n7 was expecting to be punched. Builderman knew the reaction all too well from experience, and his expression hardened with resolve. There was no doubt in his mind that the slightly younger man had been jumped at least once or twice for being a former hacker. 

"Settle down, 007n7. Please." The gray skinned man looked to the side where the others were still talking with each other. Deciding that there was enough space between them and the crowd Builderman sat down. There was a glance shared between himself and Shedletsky- the former admin sitting down on the opposing bench just perpendicular to theirs. 

The blue shirted man looks over to them, unease growing on his facial features as they waited for a moment. Unsaid words flying between Builderman and Shedletsky before they both turn their attention back to 007n7. 

"We need to talk." 

((To Be Continued))

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I regret nothing.

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This users dropping all my selfies like their free resources smh.

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"Nothin' will fill up a hungry belly fas'er than a goo'ol can'o beans!"

A very simple, silly fellow. Bean Belly is a drifter who just really likes beans and simple living. They function both as a healer, and as a combatant. Wielding beans to help restore teammate hp, and a frying pan for self defense.

"Shwwehehehe! Tix is an outdated currency! Don't be so mad that I'm stealin' it!"

Somewhat a parody of 'Old Roblox was Better' but it's mainly just Tix. He is obsessed with Tix and steals, pockets, and keeps every single ticket he can find. Sort of in a sense of memorabilia. He's a bomber- and the Tix bag he has is riddled with all the phoney tix he has found. Upon dropping the bag blows up shortly after.

"Life is full of nothing but choices. My choice- my friend- is to share my wealth."

Formerly quite the snob, and actually is quite familiar with Chance. Whilst chance is a character dedicated to Gambling, Snake-eyes is dedicated to Charity. Her name used to be 'Yo' (Those who play with dice will understand) and she's helped Chance on many occasions. (She/They)

"My internet runs on potato power and spite! Lord help me I keep laggin, bro!"

Just a jovial lil guy who lives in the moment. His 'state of being' is a parody of laggy internet. Whilst he suffers laggy internet- he has an obscene amount of luck to make up for it.

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me when I want to admit I have a shit ton of emotional, psychological, and familial problems but I don't want to know what tf they are because knowing what 1 is already is too much.

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Y'all, these new forsaken characters are looking crazy.

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You're the author of If Only If Only? Gosh I thought I'd never know if you were still around or even active. Literally, your fic it's probably my personal favorite of the "Set Right What Once Went Wrong" trope I could find in the fandom (there aren't many, which is a shame), and your version of Azulin it's just chef kiss to me-- I just love tortured little meow meows, but you make his guilt feel so heavily burdening that I think it's the most realistic scenario for a redemption when it comes to him. Also the tags have all my fav ships from the film, that's a big plus.

I'm genuinely curious, do you plan on continuing that story or not? I really liked it, but if you don't plan to it's fine, I just wanted to express my appreciation to you and maybe know if you're okay with being asked about it.

I honestly don't know if I will ever finish it. However, I have considered it several times as it was one of my many started fanfics that were close to receiving a legitimate ending. I am happy you liked my fanfiction though, and that the fandom, albeit small, is still kicking to this day :) I wanted to make a feeling of burdening regret feel realistic. Like it impacted him, and I'm glad I did that as it makes his arch to try and become a better character more believable.

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One in the S(h)ame - Chapter 5

The somewhat bored undertone to the voice, the sound of unsaid skepticism. All the same, 007n7 knew the sound of him all too well. Part of him inwardly cringed, another part gave a sigh of relief. 

If there was anyone that had the right to hold such a deep grudge against him it would be the former Pizza Place employee. The last time they were in the same room together the other barely was restrained from attempting to punch his face in. 007n7 didn't blame Elliot one bit for every bit of hatred the other could harbor. 

The memory of that was just as vivid in 007n7's memory now as it was the day after it happened a couple years ago...

The smell of burning wood and smoldered bricks, something that was impossible to get out of his mind. Sizzling ingredients going from their pleasant aromas to charred, pungent and nose-curling.

Before the incident, Elliot used to be a friend. Someone that gave 007n7 a chance before most others that weren't Builderman would. No matter the apprehension- Elliot met 007n7 and C00lkidd with a smile every day they were there. Treated them like what they were... like people. 

The day was so vivid in his mind. 007n7 had taken his son to eat at Builder-Brothers Pizzeria. Naturally C00lkidd was excited, more than happy to see the 'Nice Pizza man' that had allowed them to eat there all this time. Despite Elliot not being too fond of children from past experience, he had actually gotten along with C00lkidd. Just for a little while before the event that would shape his anger for them for the rest of their days. 

Elliot's manager knew what 007n7 was, and more than once threatened to have 007n7 and C00lkidd banned. However, being such a peacemaker at the time, Elliot had went against his Boss's wishes. Elliot had believed that with actions in the past, there was no need to be 'hasty' and that maybe 'he had changed'. 

That did little to stop what came next, within the following months. 

C00lkidd was a rambunctious child, but despite it he was a good kid. He struggled with table manners, and struggled harder with keeping his energy under control. 

The day was destined for disaster. 007n7 had been running late to work, and C00lkidd was insistent on not wanting to go to school because his bullies were giving him a hard time. Being the new father that he was, 007n7 hated to see his son so distraught- an due to his reputation there was little that the school would say to him during parent-teacher meetings. 

His reputation always hung over him like a looming cloud. There was no escaping it, no matter where he met. Where he was met with one person who harbored kindness and a belief that he had changed for the better; there would always be at least ten others who didn't quite think the same way. 

The former hacker knew he had no reason to pity himself. He had no reason to be calling other people out for hating him for what he was. Because that was a bed he made and he must lie in it. It's the least he could do after all the messes he's made. All the livelihoods he had ruined and had the potential of ruining. Because he brought misfortune with him wherever he went, that just the way he always was. The way he would always be. 

The memory repainted itself so vividly in his mind, it was a spotless image to behold. 

007n7 had handed C00lkid the C00lgui. This would be the mistake that would lead to the catastrophic fall of the Builder Brothers Pizza. One little boy, and one little screen was all it took. 

Due to his new lifestyle- 007n7 had turned himself into the Roblox Admins. Those admins being Shedletky, Builderman and Dusekkar. Shed had retired soon after that point, and that left Dusekkar and Builderman in charge of keeping track of his actions- if he wasn't mistaken. 

007n7 bore an ankle monitor at all times, meant to detect harmful exploits, and alarm the admins if he was up to his old tricks. 

This never did stop 007n7, though... no he knew his ways around that. He always did, that's part of what made him more dangerous to most people. Because if there were loopholes he would probably find them. 

This version of the C00lgui was made by 007n7 as a tool to help himself when C00lkid was still an infant. This version only bearing a few simple little commands that would be helpful in raising a child. Bearing commands such as 'skybox modified' which worked as a portal tablet screen. Or 'Duplicate' which made a clone to help 007n7 with cleaning his home if C00lkidd made large messes. 

Clones were also used to watch C00lkidd if he couldn't persuade a babysitter and most days it was impossible.

With such a small, compact C00lgui- there was always the lingering question of how C00lkidd managed to burn down the establishment in the first place. A never ending confusion in the heart of those affected most, and 007n7 himself as to how this could have happened. Especially when 'C00lgui Mini' was never made to be destructive and protective code was implemented into it to keep other files from interfering.

No matter what caused it, 007n7 was careless and left his little boy with something that would forever leave a mark on the lives of many, no matter how much time passes. 

Elliot nearly lost his job, and lost a lot of respect from his boss- someone he used to be close friends to. Several other customers were hurt, and one was even killed. There was irreparable damages that spurred the need to make a new establishment, which took a long time to even complete due to most of the staff quitting after that point. Constructions workers were weary because they knew that the one who had caused the destruction was so close by. 

Surely this was a statement. An action out of malice, right?

For the incident, 007n7 had blamed himself. However, Elliot knew the truth. He could still remember the words that the distraught, betrayed pizza worker had said to him after receiving a solid punch to the nose. A fraction of the pain that 007n7 had caused to many others that day. 

'Be lucky I didn't rat out your- your little demon! You may have put yourself as the face of this place being turned to shit but I know who the hell really did it! How could you be so stupid to trust a kid with anything that could cause so much carnage?!' 

What pained him more was Elliot's final words.. the ones that would always haunt him. 

'You cost me EVERYTHING! You and your son ruined my life, and my relationship with my co-workers and my boss!' a brunt, misshapen nametag with the gold letters of 'EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH' hit the ground with a fierce hit- along with an apron. 'I TRUSTED YOU! I GAVE YOU A CHANCE BECAUSE I LIKED YOU! I thought you were cool, and that you were capable of proving me right to my boss! I should have listened and blacklisted you the second I met you the first time! You and that little devil son of yours!'

With all these thoughts stirring in 007n7's mind, he forgot about reality. Pushing every semblance of the current away and grounding himself in the past- because no matter what he did the past was going to haunt him. 

"007n7... talk to me. The least you can do is look at me, if you don't want to talk." Elliot prompted, much softer than before. An odd chance, considering just how bold his voice was. Whether annoyed or jovial. 

With a hesitant turn of his head, the slightly older man let his head turn toward Elliot- really looking at him for the first time since they've been trapped in this hell. Elliot's hair was longer, and his face was stern-set. Such a stark difference from the lighter, more happy features Elliot used to have. 

'All because of my foolishness....'

"You're pale, you need to eat something. I haven't seen you eat since you got here." Elliot muttered, before pulling out a slice of pizza attempting to hand it over to 007n7. His nose seemed to scrunch when 007n7 refused to take it. 

"Save it for someone who needs it more. I'm fine, I'm just tired..."

There was a long palpable silence between the both of them. However, with a huff, Elliot walked forward and near-crammed the pizza into 007n7's mouth. There was an annoyed sigh from Elliot as the fast food worker stepped back. 

"Listen man, I know that you know I can't stand you. But that doesn't change the fact you need to fuckin' eat. You saved us today, and I know can't help but sulk about what you've done wrong- but you need to stop mistreating yourself god-dammit." 

There was ice behind Elliot's tone, genuine annoyance that knew no bounds. A struggle to keep from using much more decorated words. 

"Eat it. We may not be friends, but we are allies. Stop trying to hurt yourself, we can't afford to watch your back and our own because you refuse to take care of of your basic needs. We need to work together, and none of us can afford to carry around dead weight." 

007n7 started to slowly eat on the pizza slice, just as good as he remembered. Elliot was always an amazing cook. Without looking up at him, 007n7 finished the offering with a small satisfied sigh. 

"Thank you, Elliot..." 

Something in Elliot's eyes seemed to soften, but it was brief. The red-clad worker turned around before walking away without a word. 

((To Be Continued))

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One in the S(h)ame - Chapter 3

With a feral growl and the swiftness of a well oiled car, there was the sound of slamming and a grating noise of nails on metal. In front of John Doe was 007n7, who had turned himself around, holding the metal slab in front of himself yet.

007n7 didn't even know what the metal was, based on the curve of it, and the shape- it was likely at least part of the hood of a car. Thick metal, and plastic as well as other unknown materials inside of it. Making at least 3 inches of solid barrier. To most it may not be much, but it was better than absolutely nothing. 

Bracing himself for impact, the ex-hacker closed his eyes by instinct. Though it likely would have been a bad idea. However, it was human nature. Anyone normal wouldn't have wanted to see what may happen or was yet to come. 

The metal of the car caved in instantly under the weight of Doe's slamming limb, the sharp claws tearing through with little to no resistance. 

007n7 let go of the slab of metal, if he didn't the claws of the creature manifested within the other man's skin likely would have tore through and plunged his claws right into his chest. He couldn't afford to die, not here, not now. Even if death felt so temporary in this stupid, wretched place- death was death all the same. It wore on their psyche and tormented them. Even after the round was over. Because that's what suffering was. 

The former hacker slammed his legs into the metal the second the impact from John Doe's arm started to propel it forward. Upon impact, he used this momentum to launch himself away, as far as he possibly could. With such a move that required body weight to shift for extra force, Doe wouldn't have a choice but to be stalled for a couple seconds.

With the momentum, and his driving legs that used it as a beacon of hope- 007n7 was sent flying backwards at an alarming speed. Slab metal forgotten, and nothing in hand- the next instinct was to curl up to protect his insides. With so much on the ground, there was nothing but opportunity for him to get stabbed with objects that lie around.  

Everyone that had been waiting was shocked. 007n7 wasn't usually nearly as athletic, nor as determined to make a stance against the killers. The shock only increased when they saw the pure speed that 007n7 was thrown back at. It was alarming and had there been any walls nearby, likely he would have been slammed right into them. Who knows if he would have survived such an interaction. 

Shedletsky, still being the closest to 007n7, dropped his linked sword before rushing toward 007n7 with a few long strides. He aimed himself intentionally to catch the other's upper back so there was a minimized risk for spinal damage. 

"Damn 007n7, I didn't know ya had it in you..!" he grunted as the other slammed against him, immediately knocking them both back even further. Skidding away from the monster burned a bit due to the weight and speed, making the former admin grunt in discomfort. Shedletsky grit his teeth as his legs dragged against the grass below- some loose rocks and dirt causing immediate burning sensations in his shins and knees. 

There was the lightest familiar sensation of wetness spreading over his shins- but he ignored it. Sticky warmth that quickly started to turn into an uncomfortably cool, dried sensation in the ample night breeze.  

007n7 scrambled to his legs after catching a breath, getting back to his feet and running again. "Worry about that later, he's in pursuit again!" he could hear the shrill howl of John Doe once, more the creature aggravated from the daring escape. "Get running..!" 

He pulled Shedletsky up with himself, not giving the other time to adjust because the soreness in the others legs were probably enough to slow him down. Barely managing to grab the others linked sword back up from the ground as they broke into another frantic escape.

"Whoa, Whoa Whoa man, I can run- chill out-" Shedletsky quickly made pace, both of them launching themselves forward with a big, emboldened stride as they got close enough to the door that would free them from the round. 

All of the other survivors had been yelling for them to hurry up- namely Shedletsky, as the other was a good source of primary defense, and his close relationship with at least half the other survivors. 007n7 quickly let himself fall behind Shedletsky again just in case John Doe got too close to escape a second time. 

With a burst of energy and the looming form of the monster neared, 007n7 grunted, and closed his eyes. "He's gaining fast, brace yourself!" 

"Brace myself? What are  you- augh-!" suddenly, the former admin felt himself getting shoved forward with an ample force- pushing the other through the door that lead to the lobby as everyone else had just made their way through. The action was far from graceful, but it made sure that the chicken obsessed Robloxian got to safety quicker.

007n7 also leapt forward, the corrupted claw of John Doe once against honing down on him, slamming on the ground just behind 007n7 as the survivor made his narrow escape- leaning forward with a clumsy lurch to avoid the longest finger of the monstrous hand. There was the faintest feeling of a burning sensation in 007n7's back, quickly drowned out by the adrenaline that consumed his very being. 

The entire air of the surroundings changed in an instant. The warmth of the fire flooding his cold skin, the smell of food somewhere nearby. The sound of the little cat that often slept next to the shelf in the lobby.

Safety.

Safety at least, for now. 

That was all they needed to heal from this hellish encounter. To try and gain some of the energy back so they could be ready for the next round. 

This round felt so steady, compared to the last minutes of it. Smoother sailing, and quick generators until the last. Then, afterward, everything was hell, delving down to the fiery pits of which made up their experiences here. 

Builderman looked over and somewhat rushed over to Shedletsky, followed by Dusekkar. Both of them looming over the winded former admin. "Your legs are scratched up. Go sit on the couch so we can take care of it." the older Robloxian commanded gently, pulling out a med-kit. 

"Come on man, it's just a little scratch, I'm not a-" The brown haired man went to object, before Dusekkar leans forward, the pumpkin-headed entities eyes boring down to the other.

"Not for debate."

With a bit of a sigh, Shed nodded before grunting, and hauling himself over to the couch, sitting down with a careless flop. Curiosity getting the better of him, he looks down at his shins- blood almost somewhat gushing from a few large gashes in the flesh. This only earned another wince from him. 

"Damn... I.. didn't think the ground got me that good..." he admitted with a small huff. 

Dusekkar and Builderman started to patch up Shedletsky, lightly nagging on him for being so reckless. 

"David, Matt- chill out..!" The former admin put up his hands, waving them around as he grunted. "Listen, I know it was reckless. I appreciate you patching me up but I'm good. It's just a scrape."

The noises around them drowned out in the background as 007n7 got up and walked upstairs. He remained upstairs most days in the lounge cabin. His back was starting to hurt a little bit again, most likely because he ended up pulling something when he ducked away from the killer in such a way. 

With a small flop, 007n7 flopped down on the floor, back against the wall as he closed his eyes. Letting all the loss of energy finally catch up to him. He had never run that fast or that long in his life. He felt like he was going to vomit. Every bit of suspended fear, and exhaustion was catching up to him quickly. 

007n7, tired from the escape and drained from all of the endless running quickly lie his head back where he sit- passing out no sooner than the second his head touched the pleasantly cool surface of the wall.

((To Be Continued))

[i-chrystophylux]

Dawg I know some other forsaken fandom people seeing this ad too. Do it. I know you want to lmfaooooo

[i-chrystophylux]

Shout out to the forsaken fandom for seeing this sad, lonely, regretful, terrible, awful, single father and reacting 3 different ways: Exhibit A - "Smash"

Exhibit B - "We Can Share"

Exhibit C - "They Can Share" (Multi-Shipping Propaganda)

or

The Forbidden Exhibit D

[i-chrystophylux]

I'm on my knees respectfully. I would let her walk on me. (Platonically, like a servant or something idk.)

my gc design im turngnh insaneee for her ints not even funny 💔💔

[i-chrystophylux]

Y'all I was brainstorming and roleplaying ideas for my au for forsaken.

The receptionist might be an amalgamation of Noli and a lovesick dog, I stg that mf invaded my chat

[i-chrystophylux]

One in the S(h)ame - Chapter 2

Baited breath enveloped everything that 007n7 was in the instant he began his advance. He needed to be stealthy, and moving quickly whilst maintaining a low profile was almost impossible in a place full of nothing but dried dead grass and gravel.

Closing his eyes momentarily, 007n7 stopped in his tracks and steadied his own breath. He needed to pinpoint where John Doe was soon if he wanted his plan to work. 

Within a few seconds, there was the sound of unsteady shuffling coming from the left. Followed by the sound of light growling, and the flickering noise that the corruptive code around John Doe made. The sound of the code, almost breathing in a way was haunting. A shrill undertone that somehow didn't yet breach the sound of whispers. 

"Damn it... he's still too active. If he keeps moving around I am not going to plant a distraction before he gets close enough to hear the generator being tampered with. . . " 007n7 grit his teeth before looking around, finding a large gap to circle around John Doe within the messy location. Staying undetected for a few more long minutes felt like a lifetime, and that made 007n7 dread what a lifetime would be.

Without wasting more of what time they had, 007n7 steadied the C00l GUI in front of himself, before looking around. Based on the scenery, he should be able to summon a clone and send it  off toward the East side of the map. However, that would only work for so long, this is because his clones weren't made to be durable... and one wrong move, getting too close, or wasting too much time would be the end of it all right there. 

Pulling up the settings, 007n7 crept closer to the sound of destruction and the smell of death. John Doe was right around the corner, he could feel it in his chest... his heart throttling the ribcage that protected it. Chest tightening and lungs burning. Being alone near this abomination was always nerve-wracking. 

With a breath to steady his mind, and a determined frown on his face- 007n7 quickly got into place. 

He navigated the sparse settings before clicking on the GUI button he needed, and within half a second he felt his body become invisible- whilst a smiling duplicate version of himself darted out into the darkness. The sound of crunching grass and foliage followed suit drawing the erratic head-turn of the corrupted killer. 

There was some sort of odd, indiscernible shriek that erupted from John Doe's form. Something that was so Guttural and inhuman that 007n7 wasn't even sure if he could replicate the sound in his mind again- despite just hearing it. 

Within seconds, the sound of uncoordinated feet was heard and the wails of the damned that had been produced by the killer subsided with the distance put between them. 

007n7 couldn't use this ability carelessly anymore. With the killers all knowing what the survivors were capable of at this point- just throwing out a decoy wouldn't be possible with most other killers. Not unless it was the perfect time to do so. Facing away from the killers, running in a feasible direction. Not to mention making sure the escape route would be believable 

007n7 knew 1x1x1x1 and Jason studied the group to see patterns and with nothing but this eternal hell to do it- those two already knew most of their tricks.

It was undeniable that 007n7 had to play his cards carefully. Mainly because his skills, ones that he carefully picked and coded into this Mini C00lgui were meant to service himself. Ones that were small and didn't consume a lot of energy. That way the C00lgui didn't get overworked. 

007n7 knew what dangers using the hacking script would be in here. He knew well just how dangerous the script could be if he over exerted what little it had to provide.

All in the same, he was still the one using it. Not only was he seen as the hacker and exploiter he was before- he was seen as at least a little bit of a threat. Everyone around him other than Guest 1337 knew the dangers of hacking and what chaos could easily be reaped. The dangers that would descend. 

That knowledge in itself was enough to have him damned to solitude in a sea amongst the faces. Only being pushed further by the conscious knowledge that C00lkidd was 007n7's son.

It was said lightly by Chance that 'The Apple really doesn't fall far from The Tree." A quote that sounded like a joke, striking a cord with most around them. C00lkidd had become something as bad as 007n7 in his prime, and in a way 007n7 had no one to blame but himself for that as well. 

He was a terrible father, and he would never know peace for letting his son down so terribly. For letting C00lkidd go down the wrong path and become this.. thing he had become. All on top of not knowing whether or not there would ever be a C00lkidd outside of this realm if they escaped this tormented land. 

7n7 pressed on, making a move into a full on sprint when there was no sounds from John Doe in the distance anymore. The run wouldn't be long, but the nagging thoughts that plagued 007n7 made every stride feel like a decade. Every movement dragged through molasses like a stick through mud. 

A loud screech echoed out through the night... that must have been the monstrous killer discovering that the ploy sent forth on an aimless march into the darkness was a meager projection.

The screech was long, drawn out as if it was agonized. A sound that sent shivers down 007n7's spine as the man closed his eyes, swallowing the fear that threatened to consume him. He knew he had to keep moving.... in the opposite direction for now. Any direction but the one the killer advanced through and the one that the other survivors were in. 

The chase began. 007n7 knew he wouldn't have to look behind himself to see John Doe approaching. The sound of the grass was getting louder, and when he heard yet another shrill shriek echo out into the sky- he knew just what he was going to see if he turned around. 

Like a light at the end of the tunnel, lights spurred to life as the last generator was spurring back to life where the others were. There were no thoughts. If the generator was on, that meant the door behind it opened and the round would be over. 007n7 wasn't there with them, and he needed to get there pronto. 

With a new burst of energy, 007n7 bounded toward the light, where he knew there would be temporary salvation. With every move he made, he could hear the ragged breathing, and loud stomps of John Doe's approach growing louder and louder. Nearly as deafening as the beating of his heart in his own ears. 

Rounding a corner, he could feel his stamina getting lower and lower. He never was someone who did good at running. Even if he did drag himself out as long as he could, there was just never any talent for it. 

As the sound of the guttural noises grew more deafening, 007n7 could almost feel a hot breath caressing his back. The feeling was so hot and warm it made him feel a wave of nausea. Bile rose at the back of his throat, dread threatening to make it spill free. 

Keep Running. 

He needed to keep running. Leaning more into his sprint, he ran like he had never run before. As he made wider strides from somewhere deep in his desperate soul he could feel the large hand of the killer tearing into him. 

The phantom sensation making his gut sink as he tried to push past it, at least for now so he could finish escaping. 

As he finally caught sight of the other survivors, who all waited, riddled with anxiety near the exit of this round, he bounded toward them. He knew they would all take the initiative to start getting to safety- honestly, 7n7 was surprised they hadn't run in already. Temporary freedom was within the grasp of fingers who held it close and yet they all stood there in trepidation- waiting to see if he would even appear again. 

7n7 could feel John Doe's form near him... and due to the direction of the generators light, he couldn't even see the others shadow to gage where he might have been. The former hacker wasn't about to waste time turning around or looking over his shoulder to see where the killer was- especially now. Even two seconds would be two seconds too many.

Spotting a piece of red metal lying on the ground- 007n7 felt an idea pop into his head. His abilities were not going to help him- not now. He needed to be creative. 

Guiding his stride toward the metal as it was still ahead of himself, he scooped it up into his arms really quick as he continued running. The others were maybe 115 yards away. In less than half, 7n7 was positive that John Doe was going to catch up and be within reaching range. 

Steadying his breath, 007n7 closed his eyes and tried to block out the feeling of the cold sweat caressing his form. The anxiety and fear threatening to consume what little will he had left to persist. 

As he got closer and closer to the others, he tightened his grasp on the metal slab he had grabbed and readied himself for his last hope of escaping. The looming limb that was John Doe's arm was raised- and within seconds- it was brought down accompanied with a feral hiss from the creature. 

((To Be Continued))