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007n7 could feel the winter's chill burning up in the uttermost core of his body, thinking of worse times, as if the situations could be compared.
The house, the roof in which he slept under, was empty, desolate.
It reeked of a life that wasn't fully lived in, showing the imprints of c00lkidd.
He'd never gone over the loss, the ludicrousness of it all.
He'd never grown any attachments to his life afterwards, basking in the kitchen and dreaming of the past, most of the time.
He'd wish for simpler times, but they were past. Gone, long gone.
There wasn't much living for.
So why should he?
—When all hope was lost, when it disappeared.
When the light, the love in his heart died out, when the flames dimmed until they couldn't spark no more.
He knew what had to be done.
No payment was owed to those admins, he deserved everything.
Every, single thing.
First year of college, circa 2013.
Her damn voice rang in his ear, even whilst he was trying to focus on genuinely important stuff!
"Mmm, I met this hot babe? Yeah?.. You hearing me?" She yaps, as 007n7 feels like ripping his hair out from fucking calculus!
He didn't even know why he was roomed some.. some, girl! He was never one to begin with.. Not at all, no matter what they tried to convince him.
She wasn't even hot, off-limits anyways because of her raging lesbianism, whatever leftist propaganda they tried to project failing.
He scowls, rubbing his temple. "Stop it, I'm begging! You damn hoe.."
She rolls her eyes, leaning on his chair.
"Chillout! Pluss.. Whatever, you can't pull nothing,"
"She looked at the activities board behind you! She was looking past you! She's part of a fucking sorority for fucks sake, you know damn well she has some guy's seed in her all times of the day. Fucking hell, Noli!"
She scoffs. "As if,"
He grits his teeth, grabbing a drink from the mini fridge, ripping off the tab off with his teeth. "I am going to fucking kill myself, if you do not shut up! I swear to Telamon."
She laughs.
"You're so fucking pathetic, can't even do one simple sum! Anyways, see 'ya, it reeks of BO in here."
He chugs the coke, before crushing it in one hand.
He swears if they don't actually room him with someone better.
2014
He'd done it. With that damn fucking intellect, he'd done it!
The c00lGUI had been formed, and it was unstoppable.
It looked like a small tablet, not harmful at all.. But it's power? Insane.
He'd sent missiles, he'd sent images. He'd sent many fires, he'd done it all.
Noli was actually.. Not that bad. She'd gotten less annoying, being more of an asset to his group than a thorn in his side.
2015
Noli left. Left with the voidstar in his grasp.
He'd never noticed those nights when his roommate snuck out, that him coming out was just a distraction from the real things he was doing.
He'd never even got to say goodbye.
The news of the void cult had spread, spread far and wide.
And what else had spread? The news of his fucking child.
The baby was found in front of his house, in a small basket.
"Local terrorist has a change of heart,"
Was on the headlines, a mere distraction to whatever Noli was doing in that temple of his.
He'd never imagined that this would've been the outcome.
Never in 1000 years.
He wrapped his coat around him tightly, slouching downwards as he entered the store.
"What's the most powerful gun you have here? There's this deer in my yard."
The guy brought him out back, giving him it.
He gave him the last earnings from a shift he had eons ago.
"Shoot that damn deer good, one's been buggin' my girl. Afraid of the outdoors now, can't take her huntin' because she'll hear one noise and skedaddle inside.. Kids these days, eh?"
007n7 lets out an agreement, smiling through. "My son's not that afraid, he's tough. Tough enough." He feels like tearing up, but powers through.
The shopkeeper seems to take that well. "Good luck, keep your kids inside though! Can't trust no deer."
He weakly nods, exiting the shop, hearing the chime of the bell signaling his exit.
He enters his car, gun strapped tight with the seatbelt around it (can't go wrong with some extra protection, of course.), as he starts the car up.
It takes a couple tries, of course with the thing being as old as he was.
It emits a low rumble, getting louder as it exits the parking spot, entering the main road.
The road is bumpy (or maybe it's just his car...) and the sights that weren't ever worth seeing were gray and dreary through the faded glass of his car.
A ten minutes worth of driving to his house ends up being twenty, twenty ends up becoming a drive around town.
A drive around town ends up being a drive around his state.
Heaven knows how much times he circled around the suburban hell called 'Berry Avenue'.
He finally comes to a halt, seeing his house come into view.
He left the car without any gas, knowing that was the way it was going to be left for all of eternity.
Why waste his money on Robloxia's insane gas prices, when he was never going drive that old dog anywhere else.
- He slept soundly, gun under his pillow. Not bothering to take his clothes off, even to take a shower.
Why does he ought to look presentable when nobody was going to see anything?
Why else.
Why even bother.
He was just a grain of sand in the whole wide world, nothing more. Nothing less.
007n7 walked outside.
He traced his hands along the edge of the fence, the paint peeling and curling in on itself as he slid his fingers along it.
He remembered the day Elliot was looking for other jobs, offering up crappy paint jobs for around.. What was it.. Ten bucks?
Yeah. He assumed that much.
He'd been roommates with 118n8 for around 4 years at that point, and he'd never really done any paint jobs before.
She'd done most of the work around the apartment.
Anyways, back to the story.
Elliot was 19, pretty young.
The pizza place had just been burnt down.. By someone.
And he was eager enough to paint fences.
Only one layer of paint had graced the fence, leaving it haphazardly done and not at all looking like Michelle's down the road.
Whatever, that was in the past. They got along.. Still badly.
Very badly.
He had kept the gun in a backpack, as he walked towards Brookhaven.
It was a 20 minute walk down, though lesser is he counted the 5 minutes he could've saved lest he walk through the pizza place.
Alas, five minutes didn't matter. Not to him, anyways.
A.. rally? What.
The president had to very obviously disturb his walk by taking a drive through Brookhaven.
007n7 was on the roof of some building, when he decided to kill himself.
No, when he did kill himself.
He grabbed his gun, it was small—surprisingly, even though the salesman clearly described it as 'powerful'.
He rested the muzzle against his mouth, pointed upwards, facing his cranium.
He as about to pull the trigger before—
"Burger man! You!"
His high-pitched voice scratched his ears, as he pulled the trigger.
He audibly yelled out to nothing, as the bullet bounced off of his veneers, hitting a pedestrian below.
The one-and-only Builderman, it hit.
The car.
It hit the bloody car.
"[YOOHOO!] It's m-me! Noli!"
His voice rung out, as the man himself appeared from thin air.
007n7 didn't know if it was the lack of sleep or was he finally ascending to heaven..
Hell, even if he did get into heavens gates.
He doubted it.
"[MR D-D-DOUBLE-OH-SEVEN!] I'm back. The Voidstar called to me, I can't j-just resist it! The call of immortality, of infinity! Oh the glorious [V0ID!]" Noli grumbles, placing a cloaked arm on his shoulder.
007n7 shot himself again, as the bullet..
The bullet never came.
He turned around, as Noli held the bullet in his hand.
He threw it over towards the presidents damn car, as it hit the yoke.
"W-what the fuck? Noli! You cannot just be barging into my life like this—after all those years, maybe a card would've been nice?" He stammers, grip tightening on the gun.
His finger was on the trigger yet again.
Noli cocked his head, wind rustling through his cloaked attire.
He pat down his robes, before muttering a few last words.
"Do it, see where you'll go. See where you're aiming at before assuming."
With a flick of his wrist, he was gone.
Not a memory remained.
A feeling of dread washed over him in those very few moments, as he looked over onwards at the sight.
Builderman.. Builderman died.
Who? Who would..
And yet the evidence was oh-so-clear in his eyes.
He was holding the gun.
He had his finger on the trigger all those times.
He had clear aim of Builderman and his car.
He was the one at fault.
Noli wasn't real.
Failed attempts were usual.
Very, very usual.
He drunk vodka straight from the bottle, let a half-decade hangover be the most he's getting, because he knew damn well he wasn't gonna wake up to anything, anything at all.
He was lucky enough to wake up even.
007n7 shot himself the following morning.
As Builderman lie in his casket, and all of Robloxia mourned the loss of their beloved president.
Nobody mourned his death though.
—And he knew the crows plucking at his dead body wasn't a good sign.
Not at all, really.
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