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Normally, nothing new happens anymore. Maybe the additional new killer or survivor, but that’s rare now.
But nothing compares to what is happening inside one of those survivor’s head.
Casted aside, given less food than the others, the stares and looks of distain. Only a few are nice enough to talk to him, but it’s out of pity.. It has to be. After all, he was.. is a mess. He was an awful person back then and now his son followed in his footsteps.. Not a great impression if you want to know him.
Elliot hated him, Noob was scared of him, every admin disliked him.. He was kicked out of the main cabin and spent his nights in one of the outer cabins, it.. was peaceful yeah.. But lonely.. He was used to lonely.
Even during rounds, he would go off on his own, doing nothing to really help the team. Not that they would let him help anyways. The only thing he really did was the generators and occasionally find a medkit for Elliot. But he was worthless otherwise.
He was used to it now, a horrible thing to get used to.. But he was. And it crushed him. He just wanted to go back to his son… His son..
They were both dead.
Would he even be with his son when they make it out of this hell?
…
Or would his son go up to a place he could not follow? They both did things.. Horrid things… But C00lkidd was still just.. A child.
He gave up when he saw his body. He gave up after the screams, the threats, the people praising his downfall.. The looks.
He used to thrive in those looks, the way that people wished for him to be banned and stay banned, the way that they feared him.. It was all… Different.
Maybe.. It’s better this way. Why does he still try… Why doesnt he just give up, not run anymore, just.. Stop doing anything.
It’s not like he feels much anymore, the pain makes the numb feeling in his body die down just for a while.
…
He wished that bullet did more than send him to this hell.
Maybe he is actually dead and this is hell.
Maybe none of this is even real, maybe he was already dead and this was his personal hell..
Oh Telamon..
None of this is real, maybe. Nothing.. Nothing is real..Nothing..Nothing…..Nothing… None of this is real.
Oooooh!
He gets it now!
This is hell!
Its not… Real.
007n7 slammed his head on the counter, this startled Elliot who was working on the food for the night.
”…Uhm.. Seven? Are you-“
Elliot reached over but 007n7 grabbed his wrist and jolted his head upwards. The spot where he hit his head was red.
”…Don’t.. Just don’t. You’re… This isn’t..”
007n7 scoffed and shoved Elliot back and walked out, he stops at the door to turn back for one more thing, seeing as everyone was looking at him now.. Well, aside from Jane, Vee, and Noob who were all off sleeping or something.
”This is just some sick joke, some… Hell. Yeah! This is my hell! NONE of this is real.”
Builderman stood up but before he could speak 007n7 had already walked away.
”…Now what ‘n tarnation was that’ll ’bout?”
The other either shrugged or shook their heads.
”…I’ll go check on him.”
Guest1337 said, but Elliot grabbed his arm.
”As much as we know you love to help.. I don’t think he’s in the best mindset to be around as of right now.”
”Kid’s got a point.”
Chance pointed out, flipping his coin.
”Well, what do you suggest we do?”
The blue-haired solider asked, backing away from the door.
”…Just give him time. Even when he arrived here he was.. Unstable, heck, even before.”
..
Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
….
They should’ve checked on him.
007n7 laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His spider noob.. friend? Pet? He was never sure what to label her as. She was resting on his chest, watching him with big eyes.
”…”
”Chp?”
007n7 looked down.
”What is it…?”
”Bzzp?”
“…No, I’m not okay. I don’t think I’ve ever been okay.”
Oh Telamon, this was pathetic. Even 007n7 knew it, he was being pathetic. He was in hell, he’d already died.. This was just his hell, his endless torment. He was surrounded by people who.. Some of which he never knew existed, but who still disliked him. It pained him.
But, even if it is hell.. It wasn’t 007n7’s. It was real but he didn’t know, he didn’t really care to think about it further.
…
..
He heard a creak, the one his door makes when you open it. He hated it, annoyed the shit out of him. But he didn’t say anything. They sent someone to check on him, how… nice.
Who was it.. Guest1337 was the best bet, maybe Chance… Or going for a stretch either Jane or Taph, he was neutral with them..
But did it really matter? He was dead and this was his personal hell. Nothing mattered anymore.. Right?.. Yeah.
007n7 shifted and laid on his side, away from the door. Away from whatever hallucinations he was envisioning.
”007n7.”
…Yeah he was really losing it. That voice wasn’t any he recognized, it sounded… Disoriented and glitchy.. Kinda like how he talked back then when he was a hacker, that glitchy and raspy voice fucked his normal voice up to no return.
”¥0U $H0ULD L00K @T M3. N0W.”
“Leave me alone, whoever you are.”
”N0.”
007n7 scoffed and finally looked back, but as he saw the being before him.. He froze, sure, he’s seen worse.. But for however many years he’s been dead in hell.. It hasn’t compared to this.
”…I’ve finally lost it.”
”C0RR3CT”
”…Who are you.”
The being seemed to shift, as its form was unstable.. It wasn’t a Robloxian.. Not really anyways.
”Hm. 3XP3CT3D @ DIFF3R3NT QU3$TI0N.”
”What? Did you expect me to ask ‘what are you’? Please. I’ve seen worse.”
The being seemed to.. Chuckle, more like nails on a chalkboard, though 007n7 couldn’t be talking, his laugh was still like in the past- Like a maniac, a horrible horrific laugh.…
He can’t remember the last time he’s laughed properly.
“..What do you want from me. Are you a new.. Survivor?”
007n7 asked but he knew this wasn’t a survivor.. Well, maybe, you can really know with the people here.
”$URIVI0R? N0, N0 I @M N0T.”
”Then what the hell are you? The devil? Because from my understanding this isn’t real and YOU or WHOEVER THE FUCK you work for has made my personal hell VERY. FUCKING. WELL.”
”I $UPP0$3 ¥0U C0ULD C@LL M3 TH@T, BUT [007n7]I H@V3 F0UND @N INTR3$T IN ¥0U!”
The hacker froze for a moment, getting out of his bed.
”Me..? Interesting? No, you just find my old self interesting.. The one who burned buildings for fun and killed people and didn’t care at all.”
The being shrugged and placed a hand on 007n7’s shoulder, but it retreated and wiped it off.
”..WHICH I$ TRU3, ¥3$. BUT, I THINK IT$ TIM3 F0R @ CH@NG3, W0ULDNT ¥0U @GR33?”
”..A change?”
The being nodded and stepped closer.. Or floated? 007n7 noticed it didn’t exactly have limbs, its torso was the whole body and it’s arms floated.
”…What type of change?”
”H0W W0ULD ¥0U LIK3 T0 B3C0M3 @ KILL3R?”
007n7 froze at the thought, a killer? Wouldn’t that go against everything he’d promised the others..
The others..
They weren’t real, he’d already established this. He was in hell.
”Wait, wouldn’t this benefit me? I kill instead of be killed.. That’s not really an eternal punishment.”
”@$ I S@ID B3F0R3, ¥0U INTRIGU3 M3. PLU$, IT$ LIK3 ¥0U $@ID.. NON3 0F THI$ I$ R3@L.”
”…So you want me to become like how I was before.. This?”
He gestured to his body and the being nodded.
007n7 thought hard about this offer, on one hand he found his old life still reaching out for him.. But on the other, he would be regressing and turn into the exact thing he swore he gave up all those years ago.
”What’s the catch.”
”N0 C@TCH, BUT ¥0U W0ULDNT $UFF3R @N¥M0R3.”
”And.. Why would you do this, obviously it isn’t because I’m just ‘interesting’ like.. And why? None of them are real, this would just.. benefit me, as I said before.”
The being seemed to sigh and shake its head, then it held out its hand.
”B3C@U$3, ¥0U @R3 TH3 3X@CT TYP3 0F CH@NG3 THI$ H3LL N33D$, @ND JU$T THINK @B0UT IT, ¥0U G3T T0 M@K3 TH3M $UF33R WITH N0 C0NS3QU3NC3$ WH@T S0 3V3R!”
007n7 looked at the hand and sighed.
”..You.. Make a point, and honestly they’ve been not so nice to me as of.. My whole turn over to be the nice guy. I’ve changed! For them! For him! And what do they repay me in return? Stares, yelling, the fights, the tiggers! AND they didn’t even THINK to check in on me! TELAMON, I know this isn’t real, but is this how they would really act if this… Was real, if they were real..?”
”…¥3$.”
007n7’s tail flicked and he swiftly took the being’s hand and shook it.
”..Then fine, I’ll make them regret not liking the new me.”
The being shook his hand and nodded, pulling back and wiping it off before snapping.
”P3RF3CT. H@V3 FUN 0UT TH3R3, I’LL C0M3 G3T ¥0U IN 3X@CTL¥ 0N3 R0UND.”
”So I have to do this one more time?”
The being nodded.
”…What’s your name.”
”I H@V3 M@N¥ N@M3$, BUT ¥0U MIGHT R3F3R T0 M3 @$..”
”The Spectre.”
007n7 woke up in a cold sweat, he was still in bed and seemed that his lonely cabin had no signs of anyone coming in, normally the door didn’t fully shut without making a loud sound that would definitely wake him up.
”Oh Telamon I’m really loosing my mind.”
He looked around and shook his head, heading back into the main cabin to grab the medicine that restocks every now and then, most don’t use it - 007n7 is the main one, mainly Ibuprofen is what he takes.
”…Hey, Seven.. You alright there, dear?”
007n7 jumped slightly and turned around to see Jane standing behind him, they weren’t on bad terms, she had her suspicions but she never acted out on them. They respected each other enough.
”…Fine, I’m fine..”
Jane sighed and walked next to him.
”The others were talking about you.. Having a bit of a panic earlier.”
007n7 didn’t want to talk to her about that, hell.. He didn’t want to talk to anyone, they weren’t real.
”Yeah.”
”Want to talk about it?”
”..No.”
”Alright then, oh.. The round is about to start, I wish you luck.”
007n7 nodded and downed two pills dry before heading back to his cabin.
One more round.
One more death, or one more survival?
It didn’t matter anymore, nothing did. None of this was real because he was dead. He was dead and continued dying. But.. Now he had a chance to go back, to give what the ‘others’ hated, maybe then they’ll regret how ‘they’ treated the new him.
…
Maybe
Round Started [3:00]
|Killer: ₮ⱧɆ ₴₱Ɇ₵₮ⱤɆ |
The survivors froze. Who was that, the text was way too hard to read, they could make out the first word.
Noob ran over to the admins to get some protection in case of anything.
”D-did you-you see T-the ki-killer?”
Shedletsky shook his head and shrugged.
”Probably some lazy try hard attempting to be emo or something.”
Builderman rolled his eyes and shook his head.
”John, ain’t no time fer yer jokes.”
The winged survivor stuck out his tongue and started walking with them to find the killer.
As they walked Dusekkar noticed 007n7 standing alone in the middle of an open area, this was a bad idea especially since the hacker seemed to be zoning out.
”Dear friends, it seems our hacker has stopped, and seems a bit dropped. Should we check on our dear hacker before the attacker?”
Builderman glanced over.
”Me an’ John will check on ‘em, you take Noob to find the others, please.”
The pumpkin admin nodded and floated beside Noob as they traveled away. Builderman and Shedletsky approached 007n7.
”Yo! Seven! Did you see the new killer?”
Shedletsky called out to him, the hacker tensed up and looked back at them.
”No.”
”Well, at this moment it ain’t safe t’be put all on yer own. Follow us an’ we’ll meet up with the rest of the team.”
The hacker sighed and put his hands in his pockets before walking ahead, seeming faster than what he normally does.
The admins side glanced each other and shook their heads.
The three meet up with the others and started about strategies and possible scenarios with the ‘new killer’. 007n7 wasn’t paying attention, he was looking out for the being, he could read the text easily and recognize it as the being’s name.
”Guys.”
007n7 called back softly, but no one replied back to him.
”…Guys.”
…
”For the love of- GUYS!”
The hacker raised his voice, a rare sight now that he’s ’changed his ways’ some looked back a bit worried.
”..What is it, 007n7.”
Elliot asked, adjusting the bag he carried so it properly rested over his shoulder and chest.
”…Maybe instead of lazing around you could be dealing with THAT.”
The hacker pointed to the tall figure, as the others noticed the sky started to turn into a shade of corrupted red and black, casting the map in an unsettling light.
”There was no need for the wording.. But, I agree.”
007n7 watched as Guest1337 approached the being, followed by the other sentinels. The hacker held his breath, they might not be real but if that being can manifest in his dreams there’s no way of telling what it could do to the five sentinels.
”Io! Bucko! You better get on outta here before me an’ my gang beat your ass!”
Chance smirked as he flipped his coin, Jane shook her head at Chance’s ‘speech’.
The being shook its head and snapped, wasting no time as the sentinels froze completely and floated above ground. They all made some sort of noise in confusion and/or worry.
007n7’s eyes widened as he saw the being approach him, the hacker sighed.
”@R3 ¥0U R3@D¥?”
He nodded, his tail flicking slightly. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. But right now, that didn’t matter. He was ready to leave these fake people. And, if he joined the killer’s side he could see his son.. Well, even if his son was also fake. He was only okay with C00lkidd being fake, that was his only exception.
”Yeah.”
”007n7?! What on ROBLOXIA are you doing?!? You know this-this THING?!”
Elliot called out to him, to which the hacker didn’t reply.
”Just get me out of here.”
The being nodded and suddenly gripped 007n7’s head roughly, the hacker gasped as blood started drooling from his head in small lines. He panicked and tried to shake off the being’s hand, but that only made the grip tighter.
The last thing he remembered was the look of their faces, some of fear, some of disgust, but all worried.. For him.
”Did I just make a mistake..?”