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Hello there and welcome to this fanfiction. This fanfiction is bound to be on a slow burn slow update state of writing. Seeing as I am an adult, and work a job. Traction will highly affect how often I wish to write on this fanfiction. However, with that being said do not be pressured to comment, leave compliments, or even give the work kudos. 

Let's get into the meat of the warnings shall we. 

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+ Mentions of Suicide

+ Suicidal Thoughts and Actions

+ PTSD

+ Mentions of PTSD

+ Drama

+ Angst

+ Blood and Injury

+ Mentions or Murder and Death

+ Cults / Potential Sadism / Masochism

+ Potential Mischaracterization and Accidental Misgendering

(If the Misgendering happens, please let me know in the comments so I can fix it.)

+ Alternate Realities

+ Head-canons

+ Potential Hints to Ships (not confirmed) 

Remember if you are not comfortable with one, if not most of these things it is highly implored you do not read the contents of this fanfiction. If for any reason you feel offended, uncomfortable, or dislike the content click off and do not read it. This is not for my benefit but yours. 

The personal safety, emotional security, and general comfort of the audience comes first and forefront. Do not push yourself to consume content you are not happy with or can't handle. It is my job as a writer to make sure the audience knows the potential this story has. Both in terms of bright ideas, to negative aspects that can affect the human psyche or sense of literary satisfaction of the users which will make up my audience. 

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Admissions: 

I am still new to forsaken, but I will be doing what I can with the lore I have read, and what I have ran across that has been sourced on YouTube. 

This means that there may be accidentally messed up information regarding characters. While I may let some of it slide, anything important I can try to adhere to. 

Head-Canons and Fanon-Context events are likely to occur in this fanfiction as well. This is to give the characters more depth, and a sense of life outside of the canon realm of the game. 

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Creator Notes:

Despite the context of this fanfiction there will be notes here. With times changing there will be notes put into fanfictions to ensure the crows knows where I stand with the lore. 

- The Creator of this Fiction, Myself, Chrystophylux / Corpsetalia-fan do not condone or enjoy actions in this story that are seen as problematic. 

I know the difference between literary work, and fictional work and I am making it clear everything in this fiction is purely made to be fictional. 

- Any REAL / Existing Characters (ie Shedletsky, Dusekarr, ETC ETC ETC) are not related to this fanfiction in any way

and this fiction is supposed to be separate from them. Please keep the fandom version of these characters separated from the real-life 

versions/people that made the names/characters in the past as they are not one in the same. In Lore or IRL. 

Thank you all for reading this page. 

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Chapter 1 will be posted ... uh... IDK.

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The night was dark and damp and the sound of rushing feet was the only thing cutting against the nagging silence that had befallen the relatively abandoned location. The whirring of the generators filled the silence with a brief mechanic hum, though the cut in the silence was not enough to bring comfort. 

To stay out of the darkness and remain in the light, that was one goal among many in a place such as this one. Avoiding the claws of death was a given; be wary, be watchful and under all circumstances try to avoid being found by yourself- especially by a killer. 

007n7 stayed on the edge of the crowd, a place he was well accustomed to. The drive to be on the outside, away from the people was just something that was ingrained into his nature. Something that he seemed unable to truly avoid or stop doing. However, that mattered not as he was sure this is where the others would have preferred him to be. 

In this hellscape realm, he was an unsaid pariah. He was the object that didn't fit in place- which was a lot to be said considering just how diverse all of the trapped individuals truly were. 

The former hacker stood back from the crowd as they all covered each other during the last generator of the round being repaired. Normally- there would be 2-3 groups. Either of 3 or 4 per unit- as it typically kept killers at bay if there was a common threat of there being more than one in a general area. 

Whilst the other survivors showed apprehension about having 007n7 in their group, usually there was no complaints. Being the way he was, he was good at distractions and escaping. Things that were very critical in a world that relied on wit, grit and escaping lickety split. 

All of them stood around the generator as Builderman carefully rewired the object. The object making a low mechanical whirr as the propeller stalled in it's inner structure. The thing would start to run, before stopping- a clicking noise soon to follow. 

With such loudness coming from the generator- it would lead the killer to them in no time... there was going to be no finishing this stupid hunk of metal if there was a killer chasing all of them around. Considering the killer in this round was John Doe... there would be no easy escape if he got close. Doe was an absolute tank with more malice than thoughts. One swipe could probably take more than half of them out if they stayed so close together. 

007n7 slunk back a bit more, making sure not to make any noise. The others had Builderman's back; but he could provide another distraction. It would buy them more time. 

As he took a few retreating steps, Shedletsky turns to look at the former hacker, his dark eyes forming a very faint frown. There was no accusation in his voice... but a meager caution and curiousness. 

"Where are you going...?" he asked over to 007n7, drawing a couple others' attention to the gradually retreating man. "This generators almost done... once it is... we all need to make a break for it to get to the safe space..." 

007n7 frowned and looked out into the darkness, just past where the light could truly reach. Since the one who was active is John Doe, it would be easy to distract him if he got too close. The old Robloxian would react instinctually... seeing as most of him was malicious, corrupted code dancing on what used to be a human skin.

"I know Shedletsky-"

"Shed. Just call me Shed. Makes things easier." 

". . . Right, sorry." 007n7 cleared his throat, and sighed before trying to organize his plan mentally. He heard some movement coming from a bit to the west- behind some decrepit walls and fallen trees. "John Doe is nearby. I have a feeling he is anyways... we can't afford to have him get too close. With so many of us in one place he will have no problem clearing most of us if he gets the chance...." 

Shedletsky frowned, before looking to the side, keeping a keen eye as he watched the others stay huddled near Builderman. 

Most of them watched him; Anxious for the completion of the generator. Others stood guard, ensuring the safety of the older man as he tinkered  away with the object to try and get it running again as smoothly as possible considering it's state of wares. 

"I suppose you have a point... but what are you considering doing...?" The former admin looked back over to the former hacker with a height of his brow. Considering how long they have all been at this, there was surely no new tricks this former hacker had up his sleeves, right? 

No... that wouldn't be favorable if that were the case. That would mean that there may be a means to be more suspicious of 007n7. Whilst Shedletsky did not have these current suspicions, there would be others who did. 

Especially considering the teetering line that the troubled father-figure was walking. Worse than thin ice- in Shedletsky's opinion. 

007n7 was related to one of the killers after all, and being infamous for hacking and tearing down old Roblox games gave 007n7 a sour taste in most others' mouths. Specifically those who had not heard anything of him since he stepped away from hacking. Or others, who had bad blood with him because of it. 

"It's going to be a common tactic... but..." 007n7 looked off into the darkness adjusting his glasses, a small frown on his face forming once more. "I am going to get as close as I can to John Doe. With luck I can use one of my C00lgui clones to distract him and send him in another direction. When he spots a crowd of victims, he moves and FAST." 

The brown haired robloxian man looked over at 007n7  before contemplating the solution. There was validity to it. John Doe was like a wolf to sheep. One sheep would be great. A flock would be better. For the entity that puppets the body beneath craves not satiation, but destruction. It sought to maim and kill. That's all it truly desired. 

Shedletsky let out a small sigh, before looked back at the group of survivors. Builderman's progress had been slowing down because the machine slowed down substantially. Whether it had been due to the older man's own misguided hands or the world's cruel mockery- Shedletsky didn't care. 

There needed to be something done. 

Seeing the furrowed brow of 007n7 he could tell the other man heard the killer nearby. That meant there wouldn't time to spare nor waste. 

"Get going. I'll stand halfway between you and the group. I'll cover you in case it doesn't go as planned." He nodded, before pulling out his linked sword which was always kept hilted at his waist. He may have still be apprehensive of this idea- but he had agreed to help Builderman get everyone out of this hellscape nightmare. Even if it meant helping out someone he could have seen as opposition in the past. "Be quick with it. Try not to get too far away from the rest of us." 

007n7 hesitantly nodded, before looking off in several directions. He quickly depicted which would be the best way to go, and dashed of in said direction- carefully summoning out his c00lgui board in front of himself. 

Seeing just a glimpse of movement from the corner of their own eyes, Chance, Guest 1337 and Elliot all look off to where 007n7 ran off to- unease setting over them. However, it was put to ease as Shedletsky put up his hand to signal that things were fine. 

The brown haired man looked back off into the darkness that 7n7 ran into, his brows knitting together. 

"You better know what you're doing 7n7... I know you aren't dumb but this feels like a bad idea all the same..." 

(To Be Continued)

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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))

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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))

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The peace of the moment, no matter how temporary, was always something that 007n7 would deeply yearn for. Especially at the end of nothing but unbridled chaos and unparalleled suffering. The stillness, the silence, and the flickering on the fire on the wall of the floor below. They were the most modest of comforts that one could hope for.

The bare minimum of a feeling of security in this god forsaken place.

They may as well relish such feelings while they lasted, considering how fleeting this half-life was. How messed up of a turn in the grand scheme of things it was for them all to have ended up here- in such a time and place were... the concept of 'time' and 'place' were irrelevant.

An oxymoron in itself, surely.

The former hacker let his eyes remain closed for moments longer. The coolness of the surface provided much needed regulation. Aiding, even in the slightest that it might, the ache that caressed his back like a tight-fitting glove.

Such tranquility could trick a man.

It could trick anyone into thinking that this was just a quiet night in a cabin. An outing with friends as they stepped away from the pains and responsibilities of society- just for a few days to embrace a feeling of freedom. A feeling of liberation. Of contentment that only time alone with friends and family could provide.

A pang of yearning blossomed in 007n7's heart as his brain delved down the common phantom sensations that haunted him every time he closed his eyes and really pictured what he yearned for most. What he longed for the most in this accursed, terrible, awful world.

The phantom sensation of a little warm hand in his. The resounding call of a little voice saying 'Papa' filled with nothing but the utmost love and eagerness. The same unconditional love he would be willing to give to such a face with a name that cursed those who spoke it out loud. He longed for his little boy again. His son. The only thing in this world he had that he could be proud of- once upon a time.

007n7's posture tightened, much to his body's dismay as he suddenly jolted forward from a sudden pain shooting along his spine like electricity along a cord.

He paid it no mind though, no. He used it as an anchor. Because the times he yearned for were no more, and he needed to find a way to make them so again. Not only for himself, but for the little boy he had let get brought awry by this unknown hellscape. He needed to be strong for himself, and his son. He had already failed once, and been brought here because of it, and he would regret that action for the rest of his life- if there was truly one to live.

He couldn't afford to wallow in regret, when all it would do is slow him down. Yet, even with this determination that settled over him- there was nothing but a nagging sensation in the back of his mind that pushed him. Spurred him on... telling him that the only thing he truly did want... was to cry.

To get out every bit of the water behind the damn that he had built around himself and let it fall like a storm from the heavens. To relieve some of the pain and sorrow that he had no true control over. Self control was something he had always suffered with after all. He was never good at control in general- perhaps that's why he yearned for it so much when he was younger.

Control was something he never had when he was young, and when he made something so terrible, so powerful that he had nothing but control.. the feeling was delicious. That feeling was empowering.

007n7 shook his head as he frowned, the remnants of such memories were useless to him now anyways. He didn't need something so terrible and catastrophic to control himself or his own life. He needed to control himself, and control what he did to get his son back. He needed to do what he could, despite how little it was. He already couldn't call himself a good father, he wasn't about to call himself a selfish coward on top of it all.

So many things about this mess of a fate had pointed to 007n7, or even feigned pointing in his direction. Perhaps, more than just his connection to C00lkidd and the past of his in exploiting and hacking were at play.

007n7 let himself sink into a solemn hole and he grit his teeth, a sense of bitter resolve flowing through him. He couldn't help but feel more connected to this place than he could even anticipate. Something about this place sang to him like an unsaid song. A foggy memory where you can only grasp pictures of colors and shapes and nothing more.

This feeling stirred unwanted feelings of apprehension and unease within the man, if there was such a familiarity does this mean that he could be the fault of all of this? The real reason everyone else is trapped here as well? Certainly that wasn't right... there was no way it could be right...

Even so, the sensation of ownership and the sinking feeling of guild washed over him once more. The harsh emotions threatened to make him collapse where he stood. Just to shout and cry, and scream in frustration to get every bit of self-hatred he had out of his mind. To drown out all these feelings with his own senseless clamor and hope that there was reprieve.

007n7 hobbled to a stand, looking down over the balcony railing as he saw the others all basking in some sort of hesitant comradery. The feeling of wholeness. The feeling of confidence in once another and themselves. If there was anything they had to rely on here it was each other, no matter what their past was.

Even the manic cultist, Two-Time had managed to fit himself into a conversation that did not get him awkward stares or questionable glances- at least for a little while.

007n7's grip tightened on the rail. He couldn't bring himself to even dare to try to join them. Perhaps it was the stares they often gave him, or the rightful stand-offish nature of them whenever he was around. He may not have been a good an in their eyes. Hell, maybe they all hated him for all he knew. That wouldn't stop him though. 007n7 was going to fight for all of them, as well as himself.

He was going to get them all out of here and back to where they belonged. Someway or another.

Because if anyone deserves this hell, maybe it's him... and maybe he would have to pay for it. He already was....

"I need to stop being so selfish... and use what little skills I can to be useful for once in my life." He looked out the window and into the ominous night sky that he could spot from where he stood. "I am going to get them out of here... someway. I'm going to get them out, and rescue my little boy." A proclamation. A statement. A pledge. A promise.

Emboldened by such words, 007n7 looked down at his hands, a feeling of worthlessness dripping from him once more.

"I don't know what role I play in this, but if it is bigger than even I think... I will find a way to fix it..." a small unsteady laugh broke from 007n7's lips, somewhere between desperate, terrified and confusion. "I don't know what I'm even saying... I've never felt so guilty about this all before... I don't even know what I feel guilty for. Not truly..."

There was a small chorus of mumbling that gradually spilled from 007n7's mouth, most thoughts indiscernible. As it continued, there was a small cough, an awkward clearing of the throat.

"007n7.... you look tired. You need to sleep while you can. "007n7 carefully guides his eyes over to the form in the doorway, his winding thoughts dying down just in the slightest. "You look pale... what's wrong..?"

(To Be Continued)

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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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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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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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The next round found itself beginning shortly thereafter. Yet another many hours of the torment that made up the between-life that they all had some to not accept but persevere through. The torment of the world was never-ending and thus forth they had to not end their efforts to make it to the next day.

Not that it mattered, really. Because this word was a sickening loop, a terrible game of Duck, Duck, Goose that ended in success and failure. If they succeeded, they would get to perceive another 'day' if they failed... well it was the same day all over again.

To 007n7, he knew that all of the days were the same day, perhaps it was a way for them to have some twisted semblance of hope that there would be such a thing as 'tomorrow' when it's been 'today' for weeks, if not months and yet it remains the same 24 hours it had been when they were there in this cursed realm the first time.

Tethered to a string and left reeling, trying to figure out which way is up or down, which way was freedom of imprisonment.

Despite of his awareness of the seemingly endless paradox, there was no end to the loop. No salvation. 007n7 found himself wondering if he was trapping himself in his own personal hell within this supernatural prison of punishment and terror. For, when he remembered something, sometimes others did not.

The others remembered when they succeeded during loops, however, they seemed to not recall dying. None of them seemed to recall the feeling of death, or the conscious awareness that- at that moment in time- they would not be even tasting a semblance of freedom before the void swallowed them whole.

007n7 found this out the hard way, when he recalled his own death on several occasions. The others always looked at him in a bit of a way that deeply communicated the absurdity of it all. A feeling of insanity in this prison of which freely withered their minds the longer they remained. To the other survivors, they had only been here weeks at best... perhaps 4 months.

The former hacker was subconsciously tormented by the fact that they had been here longer. That they had been through this time and time again. Like a record stuck on replay, a note stuck on repeat on the same pitch so indefinitely that one learns to tune it out if they're lucky.

007n7 stood where he spawned into the level, his eyes focused as he tried to locate the next generator. With how slow he was, he didn't move too fast. He needed to save stamina for when he needed to run. For when he needed to escape.

As the burger-bearing man looked around, he kept his hand splayed out to his side- ready over the holographic projection of a keyboard he kept bound to himself like a bittersweet, double-bladed lifeline. He could feel the thickness in the air, and the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. As if they were simply ready to fall out. Yet, the feeling never truly went away when the hairs touch of anxiety subsided.

007n7 frowns to himself as he contemplated his next move. The others had all separated, staying in groups of two... he purposefully separated himself from the others. He knew that Builderman and Shedletsky had told him to take care of himself- he appreciate every word. Every positive thing they said to him would stick forever...

As someone who's done nothing but wrong and fail in the past- he owed it to the other victims of this realm to take falls that they can avoid. He needed to help them get as far as he could- to be useful. To be someone that he can look at in the mirror and not see a failure.

'I haven't done anything in my life that is worthy of praise... and now that I'm beyond praise... what do I do?' the words were like a rat to a glue trap.. It's not quite enough to kill him but it's enough to make him wish he wasn't existent.

From one catastrophic failure to another he had left behind nothing but a trail of pain, misery, betrayal, regret, and shame. He had left behind pieces for others to pick up because he couldn't be bothered to be a better man.

007n7 would help everyone in every way he could, even if it did kill him. It's the least he could do for those he's met and those he's only recently acquainted.

These swarming thoughts ate 007n7 whole, drowning him every time he took a breath to ease up on the feelings of disdain he can't help but feel every time he thinks about his actions, or himself as a person.

It was like a prison in it's own- truly amazing how many prisons that 007n7's been in- considering that of mind, body and spirit. His own volition working against him like a boulder. The suffocating weight meant to consume him entirely.

Spotting a generator ahead, 007n7 got to work on it, taking a deep breath as he opened the hatch on the back and started to twist around the obscene rounds of cords that were a strew so carelessly. His fingers pinched one end, holding a clamp as he sought out the other half of said strand- working restlessly as he peers over his shoulder every half minute.

There were roughly 32 cords, as to why the hell there would need to be that many when other generators bore as little as 6 was baffling and haunting. It's as if the generators chose at random just how difficult they would be to handle- which in itself was a terrible thought.

"Come on... come on come on come on...." there were whispers- desperate pleas for this process to take less time than it was. A grim realization as he could easily tell that the world was mocking him.

Perhaps it was.

Ridiculing him for his slowness. Reminding him how easily he would be willing to destroy rather than repair something so simple. Destroying was always easier after all...

Slamming his hand on the generator, 007n7 grit his teeth as he growled in frustration. There was a heaviness to his shoulders... slouching as he realized that one of the cords was snapped and needed to be repaired. Just wonderful.

Leaning forward, 007n7 starts to wrap the cord around itself, looking to make sure it was secure and not ready to break down at any moment. Just as he got comfortable, there was a sharp feeling that shot up 007n7's back- making him let out a strangled yelp as he tried to keep from shouting.

The feeling in his lower back was agonizing- as if someone was taking a red hot blade to it. With such a sudden feeling he dismissed it.

"I need to stop bending over like this, it's ruining the disks in my damn back..." he fumbled with the cord again, before watching as the lights came back on with a flickering click. For a meager second, pride surged through him. One down, several more to go.

This feeling of pride was soon gut-checked and ripped from his very core as he went to move again and the red hot pain in his back shot through him again- this time more intensely than before. It had not been so intense before, just a meager feeling of numbness. Why now did he feel as though someone stuck a hot blade into his very core- and was trying to rip his spine from him?

Just as he let out another grunt, there was a shrill, animalistic growl that emanated from on the other side of the wall just 8 feet away from where he was crouched. A sound that shook him to his very being. One that made him feel light-headed and anxious. A feeling that he knew all too well...

Hearing the grass crunching under heavy legs as they dragged along and deep snarls that emanated from the core of something that can only be seen as pure evil, 007n7 knew exactly who was there.

Barely mustering the courage to look over his shoulder, 007n7's heart sank into the put of his stomach the second he saw the infamous yellow Robloxian, covered in corrupted code- staring him down from the clearing just across the way.

"J... John ... Doe..."

((To be Continued))