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-Well, I guess so. -1x4 wasn't really sure, I just knew they were friends and had broken up without explanation.
-Good.
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"It all started one day."
"A day when I discovered something impressive."
"So impressive that I wanted to hold it in my hands."
"I wanted to have it."
"Greed was stronger than me. I couldn't hold back."
"And thanks to that, I ended up like this, with a part of me disfigured."
"Despite that, our relationship remained normal."
"Or so I thought."
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-Noli... I just don't... I can't.
-Can't you what? Continue our relationship as usual?
-No, no... It's just...
-What! Seven! What! You can't leave me alone! You know that!
"I had an argument with him that day."
"I felt like he was hiding something from me, but at the time I didn't know what it was. I was blinded by rage.
"Seven told me the reason we couldn't be so close anymore."
-Noli, Stop! I'm scared!
-Scared of what?! Huh? I promised you I'd protect you from anything!
-I'm scared of that thing in your hands, Noli! Don't you realize how dangerous it is? It's literally manipulating you! .. Aside from that, haven't you stopped to think that hacking has consequences?
"I yelled at him. I yelled at him horribly. He almost didn't recognize me back then. I still regret it. But back then, I had my reasons to hate him."
-You swore to me that one day we'd be the best hackers on Robloxia! And now? You're coming at me with that nonsense?!
-Noli, understand! That was just a little kid's bullshit! We can't do such a thing! We don't have enough power...
"Then I walked up to him and shoved the star in his face, almost touching him."
-Do you see this? Do you see it? And so you're telling me we're not capable?!"
"I don't know how I came to the conclusion that I needed to get into his bedroom. But he wouldn't let me. He told me I couldn't go in, that I shouldn't make such a fuss."
-Are you hiding something from me?!
"I remember him getting very nervous about that question. But he still wouldn't let me in. He kicked me out of the house."
"After that, I never set foot in his home again."
"Not until 10 years later."
"During those 10 years, I created a cult."
"The Void Cult."
"Like the star that was attached to me."
-Have you heard of it?- he asked to 1x4.
-Yes. A lot. They say it was a very strong cult.
-And it was. But until something else happened.
-What happened?
-Well, you see...
"My followers were very loyal and strong."
"They believed I was a demigod or something like that."
"They believed the only one who could withstand the power of the star was a demigod, aka me. And that my "wisdom" wasn't normal."
"Actually, they meant my hacking knowledge. But they thought it was something else."
"I had a good time back then, to tell you the truth. Although it sounds like it came from a narcissist taking advantage of blind followers. They actually had a point, So at that moment I believed I had supernatural powers."
"No one survived if they touched the Void Star."
"They had that belief, that one day someone would take over that star and bring peace to the world."
"That wasn't my intention at the time. So I still didn't use that star properly."
"When the admins realized this, they wanted to wipe me off the map. Put an end to me and my followers."
"They tried to ban me multiple times, but I used the star to always come back. I never intended to make people suffer, but the moderators drove me crazy."
"My followers were hunted, arrested, and more."
"At that moment, I was furious. For not knowing how to protect them."
"After several conflicts with other cults, like the spawn, I almost gave the position to someone else. But I didn't."
"And after that, something unexpected happened."
"Not within the cult."
"It was within me."
"I remembered Seven. My deep attachment to him. I still held him close in my heart."
"Then I looked for him to mend what was broken."
"But he wasn't there. Nowhere."
"His house was cold. It didn't feel normal."
"There was something so suspicious about it. I entered his bedroom, which I hadn't been able to enter years before. And I saw something horrible."
1x4 moved a little closer to the table. He put down his drink, sensing something was wrong.
"There were dried blood stains all over the room, a faint rotten smell. A gun and a photo. It scared me a lot because I knew what had happened. Then I walked over to the photo and examined it."
"It was Seven and c00lkidd."
"Seven"
"Seven and a Red Boy"
"Then I deduced it was his son. I was right. Because I did a lot of research. Days and nights."
"To find out everything that had happened while I was away, I searched the entire house and found a photo album. And well, I was surprised to find that Seven had adopted a baby just a few days before we separated."
"Because of that album and other things, I realized why Seven didn't want the same thing as me."
"He really wanted to take care of that child with me by his side. But I had cruelly refused."
"It was indirectly that he told me."
"I regretted it so much that I wanted to get him back."
"Revive him."
-Dear Star, what can I do to bring him and his son back?
"Give me your freedom"
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"I tried to get his body and continue the search for c00lkidd. I managed to recreate 007n7 and find several clues about the boy."
"But right at that moment, I realized my star wasn't my star."
"It was fake."
"My star disappeared."
"And I died."
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-WHAAAT?!- 1x4 tapped the table. He was shocked to have heard that ending.
-Yes. It's all real...
-I still can't believe it.- he looked at him sincerely, her doubts evident in his eyes. -So...- there was a slight pause.- You're telling me that...- he pointed to his right hand- that star took your life, and the real star is in the world?
-Yes, unfortunately. It's stuck to my corpse. No one can remove it for the moment, but this is how the "prophecy" continues. I had grabbed that star from a corpse too.
-That's strong, bro.
-I know. I know," he paused to sip his drink. "Now I don't know what to do with this thing. I just know that if I could, I'd destroy it and use a c00lgui instead.
-But isn't the c00lgui only Seven's?- He tapped his chin several times.
-Well, let's just say I copied him a bit and made one almost the same, but in purple. It was easier if we both had something for each of us. And well, my c00lgui isn't here now. I kept it underground. I made sure no one could get to it.
-I can imagine. 7 meters underground or something?
-Don't exaggerate, maybe 5 or 4.
-Well, imagine if someone decides to dig up where you buried it.
-Someone digging 5 meters underground under an abandoned house?
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On the dock near the main cabin sat 007n7, his feet almost touching the water. He was sitting, staring up at the stars. He lay down with his arms crossed behind him for support. Not thinking about anything, not ruining the moment of peace he had, just him, the lake, and the moon.
It seemed like the moon was the only one listening to Seven, witnessing all his intimate moments, and the only serene one amidst all the chaos raging inside that man.
Seven wondered if one day he could be as passive and as bright as the moon.
He wasn't a believer or anything like that. He didn't believe in any stars or gods or anything like that. Although he loved watching the moon, he didn't obsess over it or ask for anything from it (like other people he'd met). He wasn't crazy yet. For the moment.
He was so peaceful he was almost asleep. He would, but it was cold outside and he didn't want to get sick.
An idea flashed through his head, and his eyes sparkled.
He stared at the water. He'd never drunk it before. Was it salty or fresh? Was it cold?
It had been so long since he'd been to a pool or the ocean. Sometimes, the water calmed him, and the idea of going into the lake didn't seem so crazy.
Then he took off most of his clothes, forgot to take off his cap, and left his boxers on.
The water was warm, so he went in slowly. He knelt down and tried to drink the water. It was sweet. Then, yes, it was safe to drink. He let his body get used to the cold water and went in very slowly until the water reached his chest.
And wow, it was relaxing. Very much so.
"What they're missing," he gave a small sigh and went in a little further. He wanted to see if he could swim. But first, he left his hamburger cap on land.
He prevailed and made a lot of noise. He was breaking the silence of the night with his splashes. He tried not to kick hard and began to swim slowly, only making a short circuit, since he didn't know how to swim completely.
He felt calm. That calm you never thought you'd have, but one day you find it.
After 20 minutes, he returned to the shore. He didn't put on his clothes; he just ran with them half covering him. Again, he locked himself in and slept.
Not far away was Elliot's cabin, and he watched almost everything that happened there from the window.
He saw Seven... Take off her clothes???..
He told himself not to keep watching. So he just went to sleep. But that image disturbed him. Miraculously, he fell asleep quickly, forgetting what he saw that night. Although he went to bed wanting to go swimming in the lake himself.
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The first round was 1x1x1x1 again. He seemed to like being the first to start the day massacring people. Well, this time it was hard to escape him. 007n7 barely had time to run because the assassin got distracted by his clone around the corner of a wall. That technique was really effective, but they'd soon learn it and stop falling for it.
He was badly injured, with 20 HP left.
He ran into Elliot but saw him from a distance with Guest. Pizza was probably more of a priority for Guest.
Well, he didn't want to think about it because it would overwhelm him again, so he just looked for a place to hide. Once again, they had been assigned Planet Voss.
He sat down, leaning against a wall, at the edge of the map. It was quiet where he was; he hardly ran into anyone, so he took advantage and lost himself in his thoughts.
Into negative and suicidal thoughts. Again.
He was a nuisance to the team. What could he do?
He had no other options left. His help was a failure. Not even the killers noticed Seven's presence. It was as if Seven were tiny next to the others. Tiny and voiceless, and it broke him inside.
He accepted his fate long ago, but he wanted to change it. Even if there was no other chance.
He felt sick again. So he got up and went after the killer to end his life. He no longer had a purpose, nor was there any point in him being alive.
In the distance, 1x4 spotted Seven's figure. Since no one else was around, he paid attention. He watched as the man in the hamburger hat slowly approached him, bleeding and limping, a pitiful sight. He looked around, as if searching for someone. Until he was close to the killer. 1x4 was perplexed, watching as the other man snatched his sword and tried to put it to his neck.
Seven knelt and looked down, whispering, "Finish me."
The assassin didn't understand what was happening. He had several questions. He couldn't believe what the hacker was doing wasn't a joke. Then he removed the large sword from the ex-hacker's neck and asked:
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You should be running away from me," he said in a hoarse voice from beyond the grave. Seven continued to look down, uttering the following words:
"Just kill me. Please. 1x
"What's wrong with you? This is weird." He touched his chin; this behavior was curious.
"It's not relevant. Just do it."
1x1x1x1 tried to examine him. He told him to get up from the ground, and Seven obeyed. Without seeing his face.
He had a feeling something was wrong with him, as he noticed he was depressed and there was a hint of sadness in his words. Then, bluntly, he approached him and removed the sleeve from his left arm, revealing multiple old wounds, a bit of bandage, and blood coming from his shoulder. He became even more confused.
"I thought the wounds healed after each round," He said in a louder voice.
"Not those... They're wounds from the rounds." He wanted to look away but couldn't; he was almost paralyzed by having the killer in front of he.
1x4 understood everything. Analyzing similar behaviors in previous rounds, he remembered that he always killed this man easily, but he didn't stop to analyze that it was because Seven surrendered himself to his hands, and not because he was "easy" to kill. He came to the conclusion that the man in front of he was sick. He suffered from depression.
It was easy to deduce from the cuts on his arm. And most of them were very close to the veins.
Then, 1x1x1x1 brought his hand up to 007n7's face and forced him to look at his face.
"So you're not okay. Why? Is it because of your son?"
"I don't think it's relevant now."
"I'm not asking you if it's relevant to me or not." That sounded cruel, but not to 1x4. 007n7's heart sank in his chest and a lump appeared in his throat, blocking his oxygen supply.
He shed a tear, which the other party immediately noticed.
He didn't understand the others' feelings, but he knew Seven was in terrible shape.
Then he shed another, and another, and another.
Until his eyes seemed like fountains of water and his face, along with his clothes, became damp.
1x1x1x1 kept his distance. He asked a random question but didn't expect to be answered with such sincerity.
"Are you having problems with your team?"
"Yes. Too many." His voice was higher than usual, and he sounded hurt inside. The assassin felt something in his chest, though he couldn't figure out what it was.
Suddenly, the wind began to blow strongly, drying Seven's tears and also ruffling his hair. Now they were looking into each other's eyes.Now they were looking into each other's eyes.
There was silence in the air, the atmosphere conveying feelings. Like worry, anguish. It was also a feeling of heaviness for both of them.
Perhaps it was due to the curious gaze that rested between them.
In the distance, Shedletsky was hiding behind some walls, snooping around that scene, so strange, so dramatic for him. They seemed to connect a little. He noticed 007n7's discomfort and 1x1x1x1's confused expressions. Everything was new, so much so that Shedletsky became interested. And he stared, very hidden.
Although he wanted
to get closer and be able to hear a word, if they were speaking. He moved stealthily through the grass, the sword strapped to his waist brushing against everything and his body making a slight noise. It didn't really matter, because only he could hear it.
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-What did they do to you?- He approached the survivor. He thought that if He put his hand on his shoulder and looked at him closely, maybe he would give he a sincere answer.
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I swear I don't know how I pasted the photo.
Finally, the cover
The photo is too small? I don't understand the size. I thought if I set the original size, the photo would cover everything, so I set the width to 400 and the height to 500 :v
