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He hates it here.

Oh, he certaintly does.

Who doesn't? Killed left and right, a loop of death, no access to the outside world.

It's like purgatory.

007n7, oh dear exploiter, he's not welcomed by either team.

Survivors are wary, exclude him.

Killers..don't even know him.

C00lkidd does and the killers may know that 007n7's his father but they probably look at the pathetic ex-exploiter with distain.

Why spare him?

He's alone.

The third party of this forsaken realm.

Feels ill.

Feels sick.

Feels hungry.

007n7 has not changed much in appearance in terms of body shape but he's very light.

He's certaintly more haggard and looks miserable.

Something to be noted in the realm, it really is a loop.

Their bodies stay the same.

007n7 doesn't eat often, especially because he's resented by the person in charge of the kitchen.

Oh, please. He lives in a separate cabin, small and uncared for, while the rest take the main cabin, good for them.

Jealous? Oh, he's a wimp.

He deserves it for what he'd done, right?

...

But he'd been repenting for so long.

No, 007n7, keep that anger down.

You're in the wrong, right?

Stay down, dog.

Put down, dog.

"You're NOTHING like your son."

Splended. A reminder of how weak he is.

His limp corpse is thrown.

"Back already?" Elliot scoffs.

'Can you be talking? You died bef-' He cuts off his thoughts and leaves the main cabin after leaving a small "Sorry."

Rain pours from above, 007n7 stands on the porch.

That was the last round of the day.

Just go home, 007n7. To that shabby lonely cabin.

Go through the rain, little boy.

You have no business being here.

Drenched, he opens and closes the door behind him.

Water drips on the floor and pools in footsteps as he walks around.

Lucky, his small space has a bathroom.

He showers.

Cold shower, cold water against his skin.

His left hand has stronger marks now, deepened dark skin and red marks, the C00lGUI's effects.

Horns, he files down.

He's a sinner, a monster, that's why he's here.

And he's excluded.

It's upsetting.

Ah, out the shower, put in some clothes, stare in the mirror.

His eyebags are horrendous.

Nightmares seemed to amp up more frequently, he couldn't sleep.

What's worse is that Noli came out as a new enemy to deal with, and apparently there's more killers planned.

Noli taunts him.

Haunts him.

Close the door, go to bed, tuck himself in.

Dream about you and hope for the best.

It's not easy, no.

..it's so stifling in here.

He won't die but it's uncomfortable.

He closes his eyes.

Rest, dear one.

Let yourself slip.

Let the darkness settle.

Another one that holds hate exists.

Don't be mad, they caused this.

Don't be sad, they deserve what's coming.

Don't worry, just let it go.

Let it consume you, 007n7.

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The little spider noob on 007n7's hat napped by him, resting on the pillow.

It's a light sleeper, usually sleeping during rounds at times.

It doesn't know why it's there or what it can even do to help it's owner, but it just exists.

It worries when 007n7 wakes up in a panic and cold sweat.

Maybe tonight will be better.

"Hey daaad!"

"C00lkidd?"

'..oh. Son...'

007n7 walks towards the little happy child, stepping through the void of nothing, neither dark nor light.

"Hugs!!"

The father bends down and embraces his son.

It's..warm.

It feels nice.

It's..pleasant.

How sweet.

"Love ya, Kidd."

"Love you too, papa!"

The warm embrace takes a quick turn from nice to worrying.

Crackles of heat envelop the surroundings, a familiar scent of burning and ash reaches 007n7.

His arms are light.

His arms are empty.

...

Of course.

Nothing in here is real.

He's losing more sanity the longer he's here.

Surrounded by raging flames, they grow closer, eating away at the ground under him, crawling towards to burn whatever's in it's path.

'Why's there fire..?'

007n7 stands alone, he looks around.

The sky's red, bright and looking down upon him.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

007n7 flinches, turning to see Elliot, enraged.

"I can't believe you."

"I- I didn't-"

"WHO ELSE WOULD?"

Elliot yanks him by the collar of his shirt.

"You never changed."

..007n7 doesn't even say a sorry, just looks away in silence.

He..never changed?

Did he not try?

Not try hard enough??

He didn't..start the fire...

The other survivors surround him, looking down at him.

They murmur, gossiping with distaste.

He can't even see their eyes, just the disgust directed at him.

Head down, 007n7 stares at the ground.

He feels empty.

'What did I do wrong?'

..I didn't do it.

They'll always blame him.

His head thumps, dizziness striking him.

A headache..? Just great.

"You're so weak. Pfft- are you really gonna take that?"

The voice teases, and 007n7 pauses before turning around, he recognizes this voice.

Of course he'd recognize it, after all, it's himself.

A younger, more powerful version of himself hovers over the ground, sitting in air with the C00lGUI surrounding him.

"When did we fall oh-so low?"

No words are spoken in reply, 007n7 just stares at himself.

007n7 stares down, the 'ground' even though the 'world' is back to being a void.

The blank skybox stares back.

"Why don't we show them?"

The voice surrounds him, and his past self paces around, careless and bored.

"Show them what?"

"You know. Show them you're not a fool. Aren't you tired of this?"

"..by doing what?"

His other self smiles, sinister and devious.

"Well if they don't appreciate you now, they'll wish they had this you back." 007n7 swears he caught his other self rolling his eyes.

A snickering from his other self resounds in the void.

There's the sound of a ping from the C00lGUI in his other self's hands, it's loading something.

'What..?' He stares, surprised.

The panel flickers and appears in front of 007n7, he reads the message.

[Up̝̲̾̀ͬ́́dat͙̟̹ͭ͘ȅ̩̠̪͚̟͚ͬͯͭ̂͝ available, starting download. . .]

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[Loading 5͚̟͎̏̒ͨ̈̀3̦̑ͨͮ́%. . .]

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[Up and ready!]

The text is..glitching?

It's just a dream, right?

What is this?

007n7 reaches out to touch the panel, but hesitates.

Another hand holds his and pushes it forward, pressing [ENTER].

When 007n7 turns around, his other self isn't there.

He's alone.

The panel radiates a dim red.

Suddenly, the light of the void shuts out with a bang.

It's dark. Dark to the point he can't see his steps, but he can see his arms if he pulls them close.

"Wh..huh..?"

A ringing in your ears grows louder.

It chimes and sings, your heartbeat thumps in your head.

Ba-bum, ba-bum.

It's so loud in here.

There's bells in the distance somewhere, announcing the hour.

It's so overstimulating. Dizzying.

I want to puke. Nothing'll come out though.

I feel so heavy, but then I'm suddenly light.

I fall.

Down, down, down, falling further into darkness.

Nothing's grounding you.

...

Doesn't it f33l familiar?

..a bit.

Whether it be falling into d4rkness, a pit of h3ll, or falling from the air..fly1ng?

Hey, 007n7, do 1t again.

..do what? Fly? Exploit..?

..they w0n't care, did th3y really expect y0u to ch4nge?

It's not right.

It doesn't matter, just d0 1t.

...

Are you not @ngry? Are y0u going to st4y w3ak? P4thetic? Grovelling @t the other's feet?

Don't I deserve to be like this?

..seriously? TH3Y don't c4re. TH3Y won't accept y0u. If they won't accept y0u, don't accept th3m.

. . .

H.E.Y. 1f y0u d0n't d0 S0m3TH1nG it won't change.

I'd be changing for the worse.

Y0u'd be living. Better than the sad wet mop y0u are right n0w.

Living? I--

0̹̫͎͕̩̜̒ͩ͞07n̛̟͓̹̯̭͎͓̲̑͗ͨ̓7 are you j̈́ͮͣ͐̿҉͙̝̞̫͕̦̭̗̫0k̯̮̝ͭ̿́̑ͨ̽͞ing̴̺̬͉͂ͭͨ̓ͧ? Take a l00k at yourself. Just accept that y0u won't be 4cc3pt3d by th3m and go back to being strong, b3 in c0ntr0l.

. . .

Don't be s0 w34k, they'll tear y0u apart if this goes on.

.  .   .

.  .   .  .  .

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[Updating. . .]

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Accept it, 007n7.

It's for the best, for you.

Wak3 up.

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007n7 wakes up, not in a panic or in sweat, not hyperventillating nor sobbing, just..normal.

The air is dry and cold as ever.

He looks around, nothing's different.

It feels different though, almost a bit better..?

He feels as though something changed, and that he should..eat breakfast first.

As someone who wakes up really early after sleeping early (to avoid bothering the other survivors with his presence), he heads to the main cabin, it's quiet, nobody in the common area nor kitchen.

Elliot'd be there soon though, as he handles literally all the food, 007n7 grabs an egg from the fridge.

A quick fried egg, and some toast.

First, hygiene, wash your hands.

Oil the pan a little, spread the oil, and then crack the egg in.

Toss the eggshells out.

The bread pops out of the toaster, 007n7 doesn't flinch but is a little on edge, those things are kinda scary sometimes.

..a nice breakfast.

Eat, clean up, and leave.

The outdoors is surprisingly nice, that feeling of the air after it rained before is quite something.

007n7 takes a peaceful time eating breakfast out on the dock.

The water crashes in and rushes out, away from the beach, repetitive but also calming.

...

It's a nice day outside.

People like him..actually, just let him be.

Enjoy the weather before the rounds start.

Ping! C00lGUI opens, glowing and humming with red.

007n7 stares.

Has it always looked like this?

He finishes the last bite of his toast and closes the popup that says "Successful updates!" and freezes.

He stares.

The..the locks are gone..?

???

No, like..what...

007n7's jaw hangs open, not fully agape but still an expression of shock.

Even spider noob is shocked, dropping a piece of the bread crust it was eating.

. . .

The slash command is accessible.

It's open.

The others survivors wake, Elliot wakes up first.

Elliot does take note that there seems to be some things moved around, but he hadn't felt like it was much of an issue, probably just Shedletsky sneaking into the kitchen at night again.

He'd probably scold Shedletsky later.

Noob was as skittish as always, wonder how their nerves are like that all the time. Understandable, though.

Chance is quite cheery today, he chats with Elliot and fiddles with his coin.

Taph and Dusekkar do drop by, but the both don't stay in the common area to eat. That's as usual, it's a normal day.

It's a..fine day. Not amazing, not great, but not terrible, other than the..cycle.

Builderman says he feels that something bad is going to happen soon, but he shrugs it off. Must've been the wind, eh?

"Mornin."

"Morning, you eat yet?"

"Did, ya hear the rain last night?"

"It was raining heavily, yes."

"Mhm." Builderman sips his coffee.

Guest 1337 rests on the couch, as does Shedletsky.

Two Time comes down the stairs, the morning's fine.

Nothing weird going on.

They're just all getting breakfast.

It's definetly creepy when Two Time notes, "The Spawn speaks, there's always a reason for something."

They leave promptly, to eat in their room, supposedly.

They probably eat after a freaking prayer.

"Weird." Chance says, looking away from the steps that creaked and back to Elliot, who is now tidying up.

"Don't mind them."

"Eh, yea."

[/kill.]

007n7 stares, testing with a '/sparkles' and looking down.

His eyes widen, looking at the pink sparkles fade in and out, glittery shimmering particles.

After some time, it fades away.

"..no way..."

The text /kill sits there by the text box, and 007n7 holds the panel, concerned.

'Should I really..? It doesn't feel right...'

..who CARES?

He sure doesn't.

But who to test this on, hmm...

A round starts before 007n7 can even think of options.

Chapter Text

The grass sways in the chilly air, a 'castle' sits nearby, 007n7 finds a generator on top of it.

Simple task to do, generators.

Survivalists don't really help unless there are specific conditions, and 007n7 would really just rather not interfere.

Too many times, scolded for stepping in.

He finishes a generator.

..it's boring.

SO boring.

007n7 opens his C00lGUI and fiddles with it, looking at the options.

There's a..setting option?

It sits in the top left, a small gear icon.

[SETTINGS]

A list of toggles appears, and a note.

'Do what you will with this.'

And then it disappears, no close button or anything.

..he can summon a sword..?

What's even better than a sword is a gun, a hyperlaser gun...

What can he do now?

A small smirk is formed.

Somehow, LMS starts.

A red highlight glows, far away but coming over.

It's bright and approaching, and as he sees it through the walls, and something else is also coming closer.

A..brick?

Oh.

C00lkidd.

He dodges the brick easily, and looks up.

His son comes into view, with that smile, as usual.

007n7's hand hovers over the teleport screen, unsure if he should start it.

What if it's not actually going to work? What if the GUI is bugged and won't work at all?

Maybe the settings are a hallucination or The Spectre's messing aro..The Spectre.

The reason they're here, and the one that's keeping them here.

And hurting him, his son...

How dare it.

"Heeey dad!!" C00lkidd waves.

"Hey C00lkidd..." 007n7 watches as his son comes closer, slowing down.

"Dad! Why aren't you running? That's not how you plaaay," he whines.

"Sorry Kidd, I've had some things on my mind..how about we play now?"

"Ooh, can I be the hider this time? Oh..but Mx. Spectre says that I should be the seeker and tag everyone..."

007n7's eye twitches.

That again.

Well, that's noted.

007n7 pats his son on the head, not minding how different C00lkidd is now.

He used to be so..small compared to now, what has The Spectre done to his son?

It did the same to the other kids, Bluudud and Pr3ttypriincess...

"Don't worry, just this one time, alright?"

"Okay papa! You can be the seeker, I'll go hide now!"

"Sure, I'll count to five," 007n7 smiles warmly as he turns around.

"One," 007n7 closes his eyes and covers them, hearing the footsteps scatter away.

"Two," Brandon6875935's Place doesn't exactly have a lot of hiding spots, but it's not that bad.

"Three," 007n7 wonders if the survivors are watching.

..the main area, it has a screen.

Nobody speaks of it too much, it follows the killer's perspective, showing everyone the hunt.

Sometimes 007n7 sticks around to watch, but that's rare.

He doesn't really like to see the sentinels hurting his son, of course not.

Kind of annoying, them.

..which side is he on?

...

His son's side, of course.

Not exactly the survivors nor killers.

Neither accept him.

"-ive. Ready or not, here I go!"

007n7 lowers his hands and looks around, the red child nowhere to be seen.

Time to seek.

Seek them out.

007n7 looks around the castle, then descends and checks the Blue CTF spot.

Empty, he looks at the Red CTF area.

All the light bins are empty too, he goes to the Cave Slope.

Up he goes, he glances at the statue.

It's unmarked and stands there untouched.

If 007n7 remembers correctly, an old objective was to clean up things like graffiti, what happened to that?

Maybe they changed it.

Surprisingly, no graffiti or anything touched the statue, not that he remembers.

007n7 might be close, he heard shuffling and some strange noise, probably quiet giggling.

Maybe C00lkidd went somewhere after hearing him.

He exits the area, making his way over to the sign that stands tall, labled "BRANDON WORLD."

'Heheh, as always, huh?' 007n7 notices something peeking out behind some of the materials.

Passing by some panels that are stacked, he looks around.

"Oh, I wonder where C00lkidd is..hmmm," 007n7 hums as he looks around.

There's some more shuffling and movement, and 007n7 just happens to take a turn around some traffic cones.

007n7 snuck up behind C00lkidd who was crawling away, he taps his son lightly on the shoulder.

"Found you, Kidd!" 

"Awh..come on! I was just about to make a cool escape."

"Oh, maybe next time.." 007n7 helps his son get up.

"You're too good at seeking! Same thing for tag," C00lkidd pouts.

"Well you know, practice helps us improve!"

007n7 eyes the time, it's down to two seconds.

Not enough to continue talking, dissappointingly.

"..love you," and he's gone.

If only he could see his son a bit longer..back to the survivors cabin he goes.

Chapter Text

In the survivor's safe area, the main cabin, 007n7 stands.

He's back.

..he's not exactly happy, and the stabbing stares are not nice either.

He still has to figure up what's with his C00lGUI.

He leaves, after noting the admins were chatting.

The door opens and shuts.

Next round is in a few minutes.

He'll sit by the dock.

[Items available:]

[Sword - Shedletsky]

[Flintlock - Chance]

[Ghostfire Dagger- Two Time]

[Bloxy Cola - Noob, spawned item]

[Slateskin Potion - Noob]

[Ghost Burger - Noob]

[Medkit - spawned item]

[Pizza - Elliot]

There's a few more, he skims through, scrolling down.

A lot of what he can summon right now seems to be what others use, he can't actually summon a laser gun, a bit disappointing.

"So I'm just..able to copy them?" 007n7 scoffs.

What would he do now?

They might make him go fight the killer, he wouldn't know.

They probably won't take too nicely to him copying their abilities.

It's weird, of course.

He can't just "Oh, My C00lGUI suddenly let me copy your abilities," and not be under suspicion?

..nope.

How would he test this though?

007n7 types into the panel.

A Bloxy Cola drops right into his lap, he catches it before it almost slips into the water.

"Oh."

It's actually real.

It works.

The next round starts.

[Noob]

Noob isn't very fond of much in this realm.

They're quiet, meek, and hides their presence.

They're also one of the only other survivalists, other than 007n7.

'Oh, a generator..!' Noob rushes over to the machine, working on it.

They..don't like these games.

Nobody does, really.

Why are they here?

They kind of just..miss their friend.

..not much to do.

The map is Planet Voss, not much cover for the survivors.

It's not too bad but it's also not great.

Noob wanders.

It's a bit weird lately.

Shedletsky jokes as always, Builderman's stern as always...

Two Time is just being their usual weird self..eugh, nobody's sure about them.

Dusekkar seems a bit on edge. He doesn't seem to say anything about it though, staying in his home.

Noob's just observing.

...

007n7 seems..strange.

He's always off alone, the other survivalist.

He seems really down, maybe depressed.

Noob doesn't really know what to do about that.

They're a bit scared of him, so they don't say much.

"..H-hi..!"

"Oh..hey, Noob."

Speaking of him, Noob happens to run into 007n7 doing a generator.

They both work on it, finishing it right after a few seconds.

"Uhm- b-bye!"

007n7 stops and turns around from walking away.

"Bye..?"

Noob's smile is really forced, a bit much because they're always nervous..007n7 smiles back and leaves.

Their hand lowers after waving.

'Why'd I do that..? ..well- uh- hopefully he didn't think I was uhm- weird or anything..!'

Sure, kiddo.

Noob steps away and goes to look for more generators.

The sound of rattling is heard afar, but it's coming closer.

[Testing, testing..is this thing working..?]

The sound of many footsteps are worrying, and there's someone staggering around.

Shedletsky happens to run into a certain someone.

"Oh, hey 007n7."

"..hi." Not much to say to him.

Shedletsky's holding onto an injured arm, and he's stumbling slightly.

The killer must've done quite some damage.

007n7 looks past the wounded survivor, seeing Guest taking a hit and punching the killer.

Oh.

It's 1x1x1x1.

Builderman comes over.

"Hey, built a dispenser."

Shedletsky follows the short guy, and he rests by the dispenser.

"So what're ya doin' ere?"

"Hm? Nothing, I'll leave."

"Run along then," Builderman seems pretty aggressive.

007n7 complies, and notes that the other seems to be having a conversation with the wounded swordsman.

Guest seems to be struggling a bit, so that's..not great.

The killer follows their target as they run around, and Guest happens to run to an area with traps.

A tripmine goes off, loud and bright.

007n7 watches.

'I'm..able to set up a bomb, right.'

[Subspace Tripmine - Taph]

So he's actually able to play support and sentinentel, huh. Even a trapper.

Guest seems to be struggling, so 007n7 sends in one of his clones, he guides it to block 1x1x1x1 and be annoying, the clone being directed to run right into the path between the two.

It then falls over, and it seems the clone did well in putting some distance between the two.

Someone approaches 1x1x1x1 from behind, and they swing.

They miss their swing.

'You're kidding.'

The distance between Guest is further than the distance to Shedletsky, and 1x1x1x1 takes the chance to attack the closer.

Guest goes in to block, but with some missteps and a mess, he isn't hit.

1x1x1x1 stands in front of them, and attacks the one that's more injured.

A slash, then two, Guest is dead.

007n7 leaves, not sure what he'd do here.

There is the sound of some traps going off, but that fades away.

It's kind of boring here on Planet Voss.

007n7 spots a medkit and picks it up.

Along the way of wandering around, waiting for the timer to run out, 007n7 runs into the oh-so greatful healer who takes the medkit.

Not many words are exchanged.

007n7 notes how Elliot reeeally doesn't like him, wiping his hands after taking the kit.

Kinda rude, ain't it?

...

Boooring.

Back to tweaking the C00lGUI.

[/summon bloxy cola]

There's the summon command, how useful.

The cola, it's not bad.

Cold.

007n7 gets up from sitting and just so happens to see 1x1x1x1 chasing Shedletsky.

Unfortunate, huh.

That killer always seems to really hate that man, whatever.

A few words are heard, he can only make out a few.

"-have become so low, you useless'god'."

Spat out with venom, that's a lot of hate.

..Shedletsky was a god, how far he fell, killed with swords he may have held at once.

Oh. It's LMS time.

Is everyone really dead?

No wonder it took so long.

As usual, clone and teleport away.

Watch as the killer ignores the clone, used to his tactics.

The teleport..was it always this fast?

Feels faster than usual, like, way faster.

007n7 passes by some corpses, grimacing.

Gore is something everyone's used to by now, but it's always unsettling.

The same bloody bodies, over and over.

..he should ignore the feeling in his chest, and stop that crooked smile.

"I see you..."

Oh, behind him!

The killer chases, speeding up and 007n7 can only run around some walls.

There's a tree, why not use it to put an obstacle between him?

He runs over, only sustaining one injury.

They circle the tree, like a slow dance.

Walking as if there's no timer.

Strange.

"..you seem..different."

"How so?"

"... Less pale, more thin, a bit less pathetic than the slob you were..unless you're still a coward."

"Oh really?"

"Prove me wrong then, show me if you're stronger than you were."

"What, you're expecting me to just pull out a weapon?"

"Well then, run."

The killer grins, throwing out an entanglement that grazes 007n7's leg.

It still makes 007n7 stop in his tracks, and in an attempt to block, there's a sound of a clang.

"Heh..hehahHAH."

He's so screwed if anyone's watching.

Oh, but who gives a S###?

They can shut their traps for dying so much, leaving him for last as always.

'Teamwork's important my a##, Builderman.' They always left him to die.

"So you can use a sword now, hm?"

"I'm not trained but let's have a sword fight, unless you're a coward."

1x1x1x1 frowns before doing a downward strike, and the two smirk, one smiling like a maniac.

"Tell me what it's like to kill a god."

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Chapter Text

007n7 looks up from being knocked down, his arm is bleeding and his back has a terrible gash.

The timer's about to run out.

"It's a shame you're stuck with those vermin."

And a sword comes down to give a quick beheading.

It was kind of expected, he lost.

It wasn't too bad though.

Back to the survivors area he goes.

The others are quick to question.

"What was that."

"What was what?"

"Don't play stupid with us, what'd ya do out there? Ya can use a sword??" Builderman furrows his brow.

007n7 notices Shedletsky isn't here, strange.

"What of it?"

Wow, those are some mean stares.

007n7's tired of them, is he seriously being yelled at for this?

"Ya can use a sword n' ain't gon' tell us?"

"You can build dispensers, but not when it's me?" 007n7 scoffs, almost rolling his eyes.

Who has gone out of their way to help him?

Nobody, at least not anymore.

Even the brave 'soldier' has given up protecting him, probably because of how quickly he dies..specifically to his son.

Whatever.

"Wh..whadya mean?" Builderman steps back.

Sure, 007n7 does remember getting help at times, but that might be ages ago now.

Nobody can really tell time in here, gave up on that.

It kind of..pisses him off how much he's excluded.

"It's not like you help us."

..really?

"Wow Elliot, didn't think you would forget how I body-blocked with my clone for you how many times just yesterday? Lets see.." He counts.

"One, to get John Doe away from you, two, against..Noli." He pauses but quickly goes on.

"Three, shielding you from Bluudud's summons. Is that not enough? You want more from me?"

That kind of shuts Elliot's mouth up, he steps back and shifts uncomfortablly, laying against the wall.

007n7 turns back to Builderman, who's about to say something but is cut off.

"Why don't you of all notice? Aren't you the one saying we should stick together?"

..nobody says anything.

007n7 goes to wonder other things. Where's his glasses again? Must've forgotten to get them, he seems to be able to see just fine right now. Strange.

He leaves the cabin.

[Birb] bruh

Some loud muffled noises are coming from the inside of the main cabin, so he decides to wait until it simmers down a bit.

Who's getting yelled at? Sounds like Builder's giving a scolding again.

Oh, it's quiet now. There's still some voices.

"Wonder if it's Chance..nah, wasn't in the round."

The door opens right as Shedletsky's about to grab the handle, and a certain burger hat man leaves.

'Weird.'

"What'd I miss?"

...

"Yer kiddin. Where have ya been?"

Looking around it seems that the mood isn't..great. Eh, they're never cheery.

Elliot leaves the room to go to the kitchen, probably to cook.

I can't see his face.

[Setting teleportation point. . .]

[Confirmed.]

"Survivor's base."

[Set save 1 as "Survivor's Base."]

The ground beneath him shifts into wooden boards.

Horror Hotel.

"Just great.." oh look, a generator!

A few quick attachments of wires and the generator's slowly being repaired.

..why's he doing these still?

007n7 stares at the repaired machine and looks off into the hall.

Wow..he could just like, leave.

Does the save work?

..not yet, he'll do that later.

Something to do, other than..you know, doing generators.

Maybe hit something..or shoot something.

[Confirmed.]

There's a click, and he keeps it down at his side.

The killer's in the kitchen.

He hears them.

The sounds of a brutal death, the killer crushing someone's skull.

"Sweet dreams!"

Grrreat..!

'Huh. Wonder what they'll think when I have this.'

The sound of a gun cocking alerts the killer, they raise their head to be met with a BOOM.

Gun fired, the smell of some smoke is whisked away as the 'survivalist survivor' runs off.

"Phhft- the look on his face- heheh," he snickers as the gun is hidden at his side, and he runs into the room that leads to the Play Area.

Someone's both unhappy and utterly confused.

007n7 runs up to the ball pit, finding a generator in there.

"Who thought it was a good idea to put one of these in here??"

Well, he can't really do it because his mischevious shenanigans are making someone chase after him.

Mafioso throws a projectile, corrupt nature.

Too bad it misses.

007n7 runs down the ramp when Mafioso starts running towards the stairs, he ignores Builderman's body..and the rubble of what appears to be a dispenser.

"Whoopsss..looks like someone's angry."

"Unnecessary, really. Since when did you have that gambler's gun?"

"Oh don't ask them, he doesn't even know! ..they'll find out eventually."

"Keeping secrets, eh? Can't hide for long..."

"I'm tired of it." 007n7 shrugs.

The two end up in the Outdoor Field, and 007n7 turns to look back and starts running backward, facing the killer.

They start slowing down.

"You gonna bite the bullet again or what?"

Mafioso frowns, and pulls out a phone.

"Keep them busy for me."

The two summoned minions go straight to their job.

It's a bit chilly out here, like most maps.

The grass is surprisingly healthy, but that doesn't really matter.

What matters is who's getting their blood on the dirt.

"What, settling this with your fists against a gun? That'd make me seem mean."

The gun drops onto the ground and is crushed, unusable. What remains is kicked to the side.

"Really? I'd do just fine. The most of y-"

"Ah, don't bother. You have a sword, right?"

...

007n7 summons a sword, it weighs in his hand.

He swings it almost recklessly, and puts the other hand to his hip, as if waiting for something.

"Looks like you've got more tricks up your sleeve..and more secrets."

"No, not really. Don't see much in hiding anymore."

[That BIRD THAT I HATE!!! /joke]

Someone literally drops their damn chicken when they see a swordfight.

"What did I miss."

"A lot."

Shedletsky turns to Elliot, looks back at the damn SURVIVALIST fighting the KILLER, and looks back at the injured pizza man again.

"..there's someone behind you."

"Wha-"

THWACK- (x2)

[LMS]

"You're kidding."

"It's just you and me now..."

007n7 barely mumbles a "Those damn..fools."

Metal scrapes against metal, deflect and attack.

007n7 is pushed back more than he'd like, being not too used to using a sword.

He's..rusty somewhat.

Earlier did serve as a bit of a warm up, thankfully.

He lowers his torso and gets in a defensive stance.

Better to defend than attack, for now.

A drop of sweat falls, but his smile doesn't.

"I usually don't have this much fun during a job."

"Glad to keep it C00l then!"

Chapter Text

It's quiet at the end of the day.

What to do, what to do...

007n7 sits cross legged on the dock and draws in the sand in front of him.

Earlier, Mafioso did mention something.

"Your son's quite fussy and picks fights..like his father."

Has C00lkidd been getting into fights?? Hopefully he's okay.

007n7 thinks about his son.

He wants to meet his son.

Its been so long since they've properly talked.

"Two separate places..and we can only meet during rounds."

There's two separate circles connected by a line with something in the middle.

He murmurs something and then swipes his hand over the sand, covering the drawing.

He's a bit hungry.

"Hmm.." a pizza is summonned, and he bites into it.

The food in here isn't exactly tasty, so it sucks. Kinda tastes like cardboard sometimes.

It's fine, food tastes better when you're hungry.

007n7 would appear to be how he looked before he..well, perished, but some things are different.

..wait. What's with his marks?

His left hand..the marks regressed?

Actually, he feels different. Maybe even younger.

He's still the same, just..what's with him?

He should go check.

To his shoddy cabin he goes, and he finds the bathroom mirror.

Oh, there's his glasses.

He puts them on.

Much better.

You look into the mirror.

It looks back.

The figure is you, but did you always look like this?

You look better, though.

Keep it.

Gone in a second, 007n7 swears he saw someone behind him in the mirror, a duplicate or clone of himself.

That flash of seeing two of himself was weird.

007n7 leans closer and pokes at his face.

"I look younger, huh."

Maybe it's got to do with that weird dream, or he's in need of some rest.

He's not tired though.

Hey, why not check out that thing?

[Assets: Y/N]

The slider shifts to the left with a tap.

[Compare now, share now.]

"Do you know what's up with him?"

"No, he's..being really annoying." Elliot wouldn't know, they don't really interact much.

"I am quite cross, for we may have lost, with a cost."

"What do you mean?" Elliot looks at Dusekkar.

"Must be that the dear ex-exploiter won't be with us for longer."

Quite literally everyone looks at Two Time like they're crazy.

Dusekkar looks pretty uncomfortable, likely due to being sat next to the fanatic. He doesn't say anything that disagrees.

"Could ya' say that again?"

"Why, we've all done something..wrong before." They then mutter something about forgiveness and The Spawn, which is excused as some random nonsense.

"Don'tcha think that the guy seems way different than before?" Chance does some tricks with the coin in his hands, fidgiting.

"He certainly has been more..active and boisterous."

"You gotta admit, he's much more interesting now."

The others look at Shedletsky, who seems to really be laid back. Builderman sighs.

"What?"

"Nothin."

It's a bit awkward.

Noob speaks up, "H-how about we..ask him..?"

There's a quiet agreement, and they all get up.

Thud..tmp..tap.

The door is opened, and some of them go outside.

007n7's cabin is just across, it's close.

Noob seems to look around nervously, and Taph is beside them, gesturing something.

"👉👂🔉☝❔"

"H-huh..? ..did you hear that too?"

"Whatcha talkin about?"

"Uh- well..there was a noise on the roof."

"Must've been a raccoon or something." Chance shrugs.

"R-right..."

"👆🤏🔊"

Taph follows them out.

Knock knock, a hand meets the door.

No response.

Not even shuffling or footsteps are heard.

"Strange."

"Where'd ya think he'd be?"

Nobody answers that.

"-Eep!"

Elliot happens to be by Noob, and following Noob's gaze, he looks up, up at the roof.

There's the back of someone familiar.

Elliot steps back before shouting.

"007N7?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING."

He turns.

"Why do you want to know, hmm?"

"Young man, what're ya doin up there?!"

Dusekkar kind of just stares.

How did 007n7 get up there?

There's no ladders or..well, Dusekkar can levitate, but he can't fly..The Spectre really nerfed some of the survivors.

Everyone has some sort of shock when 007n7 sits, in the air, levitating.

The C00lGUI surrounds him, some panels with text that none of the others can see, being too far.

"Hey hey! Does this bring back any memories~?"

That sneer. A few of them certaintly hate it.

"How are you able to do that."

"Why, dear Elliot," he drags out his name, "I simply got curious and lucky!"

Builderman almost goes to grab something, but realizes he can't. Like reflex, but the ban hammer isn't here.

He can't do anything.

007n7 snickers.

"I think my time with yall sucked, don't get all angry with me now! Your faults..too bad!!"

007n7 starts typing out something, and the others can only stare.

Two Time stands still, seemingly unconcerned and puts their hands together. They then appear to pray, smiling.

Shedletsky's confused and looking around for a way up. Trees? Can't. Side of the building? Nowhere to grab.

Elliot's staring like a deer in headlights. Perhaps it's flashbacks to sometime in the past.

Noob doesn't know what to do, poor fella.

Chance has an 'Oh s###' expression.

Taph does try to do something, so does Dusekkar.

Throwing a bomb? Missed. Too high, and it just ends up blinding some.

Plasma beam? Dodged.

Chance gets the idea to shoot but freaking blows himself up, injuring his hand and arm.

Panic? Yes.

More panic spreads when there's a fire that suddenly appears and spreads, covering trees and the cabins.

The sun has been setting for a while, a beautiful orange shines on the beach.

The world looks as if it's red, or at least just on fire.

A beautiful sunset, and the land ablaze.

[/kill]

.

.

.

[/kill all]

Everyone here can perish.

He doesn't mind.

In death, he can dream something.

Something more pleasant than being here. With someone.

007n7 stands on the roof and watches, and he lets the flame consume him.

It burns.

It really does, it hurts. But hasn't this happened before?

Endure.

Get used to it over time, maybe this'll be the last.

His head hits the ground.

His sight blurs and darkens, there's a crack, likely from his glasses.

There they go, and the wind blows.

[Survivor Base: Destroyed]

Someon- thing isn't too happy about that, but they're happy about something else.

They plot.

A ploy forms.

Chapter Text

[Loading. . .]

[Success!]

[Survivor Team: Alive]

Shedletsky is the first to wake up.

‘Wasn’t..the cabin just on fire?’

Right, 007n7.

What has he done..?

All the survivors are sprawled out on the floor, scattered.

Taph happens to get up, so does Dusekkar and Guest1337.

“..what happened..?”

“The exploiter.” Two Time sits in the corner, cross legged and watching.

“Yes, him..where is he?” Shedletsky looks around.

He’s nowhere to be found.

The survivors slowly awake, some mumbles and whispers shared, turning louder as there’s more chatting.

Noob is the last to wake up.

Noob is also the only survivalist, in sight at least.

“Wh-what..” they hold their head and rub their eyes.

“Kid, ya doin alright?”

“Uhm..y-yeah.”

They wonder where the other is.

Silly, The Spectre wouldn’t let them all die (permanently), from a fire of all things! Well. The kill command was what killed them, but hush!

They can get it together and talk it out.

They can’t talk it out with a certain someone, it’s a tad too late.

How long had the other held up with that treatment?

Being ignored sucks.

Even a kid would know that.

[You have a Visitor!]

Thud.

Something large, bigger than a pillow, heavier than one too, hits the wooden ground.

The sound of the stove turning off, a click click click as another flame turns on.

There’s something cooking, the sound of sizzling is faint.

It smells like meat.

Specifically bacon.

‘Urgh..who the heck’s making bacon at this time..?’ 

It’s noon, isn’t it? Wait no, it’s night..or day?

He just wants to take a nap.

“H-hH3ll 0. ?? CAN’t y0u 0pen th3 D-D-D4MN W1Nd0w? 1t sm3LLs L-ik3. H-HUH? !? .!”

‘Grgh..why’s it so loud…’ 007n7 flips onto his back, right arm hitting the hardwood floor.

Kinda hurts.

The floor’s cold, kinda nice.

Yeah, why not just doze off here?

Tune it out, go get some rest!

Ping! [ ^-^ ]

007n7 feels light.

Literally light, floating or something.

It feels warm.

Isn’t it nice?

He doesn’t notice, but he’s holding something.

Something might be holding him.

Someone.

[Hey Kids - Molina]

“When’s dad gonna wake up..?”

C00lkidd sits by the resting man.

“He’S Pr0BaBl-l-ly f1-1n3.”

“Okay..” the child holds his father’s hand, and lays next to him.

“He looks tired.”

Noli doesn’t comment on that. He leaves the room, shutting the door softly.

Noli actually has to get back to business, dealing with that greasy and annoying smell. 

Every time bacon is cooked or something, the damn kitchen keeps the smell. 

Good thing it’s not a stinky type of smell..blegh.

“O-ON3 X-1.”

“What.” The other sits, obnoxious and looking up slightly to see Noli.

“Th3-3 DAmN w1n-D0Ws-S-s.” What seems to be a sigh is heard, slightly distorted.

“Oh. I don’t care, do it yourself if it bothers you that much.” 1x1x1x1 literally rolls their eyes.

Noli sighs. When did he have to deal with this?

‘WhaT E-3v3r.”

The window is open now, a small breeze coming by every few moments.

Noli snickers when 1x1x1x1 almost chokes, noticing someone quietly standing right behind them.

“GH- WHAT THE HELL?? Stop doing that.”

Slasher just kind of just stares at 1x1x1x1 and then the pan, it still has some meat in it, freshly cooked.

Well, that’s gone now. He leaves.

“Where the hell does he come from?”

“B3h1-1-1nD y0u-u.”

“Stop that.” 1x scowls.

Well, here’s another kid.

“Hmm… Good morning!”

1x1x1x1 points to the kettle, she says thanks, politely, and leaves.

“S1nc3 WH3-3n W3re y0u T-t-Tw0 s-S0 Cl0s3?”

“No, she just pesters me to boil water for her tea.”

“Su-ur3.” 

Who thought the literal being made of hatred would be so ‘normal’ here?

Actually, a lot of the killers are quieter at the base.

They do their own thing, fights do break out but it’s less often (unless petty ig).

[Do you wonder how it feels?]

It taps on the void of the realm.

It waits.

Maybe something should change.

It has, but not enough.

There has to be a motive to kill, does he have a motive?

The ███████ gave some interesting takes..and it took it.

007n7 floats in the empty space.

It’s quite cold.

Shivering and opening his eyes, he’s greeted with darkness..and a figure with a hat, surrounded by red code..?

“CaN yOU feEl mE waTCHinG?”

“What..?”

“YOu bROugHt thIs upOn yOUrseLf.”

“..I did.”

It stares.

He stares back.

He asks, “Why am I here?”

“A pRopER cHAngE NeeDS foCUs.”

“... Change..?”

“YoU.”

..?

“YOur OwN mOtIVe. I sEE nOw…”

“What do you mean by that?”

Ping!

[Defense. Revenge. Take them out.]

The GUI hums, glowing and wa..tchi..ng..?

[ <0> ]

“I’M sURe yoU’ll bE fiNe. Go rAmpAGe. KiLL.”

“I’ll be..fine..? Kill..oh. Kill, huh?”

“HavE fUn.”

“Sure. . .”

A smile cracks onto his face.

“Fun, how nice!”

A sudden pang hits him in the chest.

007n7 almost screams from the pain, but no sound comes out of him.

It hurts. It burns. It’s carving into him-

It’s him. He’s changing.

Something is w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶right. . ?

He can’t breathe.

. . .

It’s okay though.

It feels okay.

He feels okay.

[Chip to: 007n7]

Hey, if..if he’s a killer, he can be with his son, right?

That’s what he cares about.

‘We’ll be okay as long as we’re together…’

“It’S cOLdeR noW, iSn’T iT?”