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It’s been a while since 007n7 has been brought to this hellscape.
Around 2 years. Well, 2 years is his best guess. They cant tell time here, as it is always night. They came up with their own system of time.
When he first came, he was alone. Alienated.
Despised, even.
Nobody trusted him. Nobody would even talk to him besides an occasional quip from Guest 1337.
Elliot outright hated him. The admins glared at him if he was even in the same room as them.
He didn't pity himself. He deserved it.
He did this to himself.
As time went on, however, others began to realize he is not the same person as he was before. He’s changed.
Gradually, more and more people became comfortable around him.
He’s friends with a group of the survivors, and friendly to the rest. Hes even acquaintances with Elliot.
He doesn't deserve this.
His actions haven't gone away.
He’s the same person he was before. He always will be.
It’s disgusting how he even has the nerve to look at others. He doesn't deserve to be here.
He failed everyone. He failed his son. He failed himself.
His son went missing. He could have saved him. Worked harder. Instead he just gave up the second he heard his child was presumed dead.
C00lkid has always deserved better.
Everyone does.
Everyone looks at him with their painted, fake smiles and forced pity.
He doesn't deserve this. He deserves nothing.
“SEV!!!” 007n7 is abruptly brought out of his thoughts.
Chance greets him with a smile, flipping a coin. “ Yo! What were you doing out here? “
“ hi, Chance. I was just thinking. “ he replies.
“Ok well whenever you’re done with that im setting up a poker game in the main cabin. I got like most of the group to join so you better come. “
“ ill think about it.”
“ you better! “ chance says as he leaves, still flipping his coin.
He doesn't want to be here.
He doesn’t deserve to be here.