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007N7?
The moonlights saturated hue shone through his window into his room; highlighting most features in the half destroyed room. He hadn't cleaned up anything ever since he even came to this hole, and he won't ever. Just to piss off the others (It's quite entertaining when they shout at eachother), though they themselves can't even be bothered to clean up their rooms.
I guess its just that 7 doesn't really react to judgement anymore, or was it ever judgement that he faced?
The sun never rises here, figured that out on day 1. And he can't even try to escape with his newly found-powers such a waste to gain and then to end up here. How did he even get here in the first place?
Everything is just a headache when he even tries to remember why or atleast who he was before finding out the way to get these beautiful abilities.
He did use it on a few buildings, including the pizza place. That's how Elliot got here in the first place; and sure hell its hilarious to fuck him around a little bit after he loses a round.
In 7's opinion: Elliot was never good at anything at all; except from making pizza's. Maybe's that's why he burnt that place down twice in a row.
Now, speaking of the devil. The muffled shouts of Elliot's voice shouting for him to come down from his room to get food.
"Can't he just leave me alone for atleast a moment???..." 7 murmured in annoyance, a slight growl in the back of his throat. Though if he doesn't leave this room then Elliot couldn't get pissed off as much as he already is! And besides, the pizza guy lost a round. Special day for 7's plan to annoy Elliot till he drops dead or possibly when Elliot kills him. Though neither are likely to happen at all due to the fact that no one can die here. That's one con and pro to this place; because 7 would've been killed by Elliot already, but yet 7 can't kill anyone properly..
Such a waste for powerful abilities..
Such a waste..
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7 now walked down the articulate wooden stairs; his claws engraving more into the banister side.
His tail lazily being dragged behind his feet, Chance waiting at the tip of the stairs with his classic smug look of his. He knows something good has happened, and it definitely included Elliot.
7 and Chance may have not known eachother beforehand, but they clicked faster than a jigsaw piece.
Chance had a fedora that covered some of that gambling like- 7 actually doesn't know what they are but they look like a gambling machine: and yet it determines how powerful his robotic arm was, it always changed, the higher his luck; the most likely he would get close to atleast a minigun during around. But outside? It acted like a prosthetic arm. Although he had these cool features, he was one of the shortest killers here. Aside from Builderman and Clockwork (Who definitely had something going on with Doombringer..).
He knew that Chance, no matter what, would be by his side; his partner in crime. Even if they can't be in the same round, the silent cheering on in the background of the rounds forever echoed between the two. Sharing secrets and pranks: they were practically an unstoppable duo. Well since Chance was the only one in the cabin to actually accept 7 in like a brother, others like Builderman and Elliot has despised his very existence.
Though Telamon from time to time does praise 7n7 a bit, it was a silent ego booster to have a compliment from such a holy being like the oh-so godly himself. Even if 7 had a power that matched Telamon; he always had the grace and 7 had his greed determination.
Telamon's height exceeded every killer here, including Noob: and they were DEFINETLY reshaped..
"Psssttt.... Sevennn~" Chance's voice drifted off: he always had a quick slip of alcohol, even if Elliot tried to hide it from him. It was almost like he had a sixth sense to always find it.
"What have you found out now??" 7's face slightly beamed with enthusiasm, his tail lifting up from the ground as he'd step onto the same floor as Chance, clearly towering over the gambler as the tail now swayed left and like a golden retriever.
"Elliot had such an embarrassing round! Only one kill and he was even close to getting the majority of the survivors! Only if he was a long range, he might’ve had it in a bag. What makes it even better: the map was small!" Chance now snickered; going onto his tippy toes to barely wrap his arm around 7's shoulder, bending 7 low just to make it a bit easier for him to hold and walk.
"Tch... such a loser ain't he?" 7 now chuckled along with Chances snickering, it deserved Elliot right to be moody to the bone all the time; or just around 7 in general.
Elliot was like a child who holds a grudge after another kid stole a toy that they had for a long time yet needed to let go.
That was 7's opinion anyways
Now in the diner with the other killers: The admins on the same usual corner table whispering to themselves about whatever they do there. Telamon could barely fit so sometimes he has to put his wings around them, it usually acted like a barrier to the others to hear their gossip.
Guest 1337 always sat with Jane Doe, they have some weird experiences together when they first came here according to Chance since Jane and Guest were one of the first. Still after the admins though.
Don't even get started with Two Time; their organs are more less hanging out and with full honesty, only Elliot can stand actually sitting with them to eat. Though Chance and 7 do sit on the table right next to them so the two can annoy Elliot. One day Two Time can make the duo a trio, they have the potential only if they shut up about some weird rip off cult that's in the forest, but also about their ex Azure.
One of the most annoying survivors; so calm and peaceful yet he can heal and defend for others, could imagine them as a killer. It'd be hella sick.
Though aside from the other killers, there's one thing that each one of these killers have. Is that they have had atleast a partner...
Partner..
That word is always in the back of 7's head.
Did he have anyone before this all happened?
Only 7 and Jane Doe can't seem to remember their past; though Jane can't even speak. But he could tell she did have a partner due to the fact that she looks like she's a widow in some rounds and sometimes a bride, and John, the stupid sentinel, seems to stop himself from stunning her. Could be that he's a gentleman and he wouldn't hit women. But he yet still hits Veeronica, wait... Does she even count? She is a robot after all.. and that's about it for the female killers.
Sheesh the lack of girl power in this place is bad!
And the one an only clown of the party: Elliot, he's came out the kitchen, his face gloomy as he now holds a large pizza for all of us to atleast have a slice; its from the earlier round. He was lucky enough that the spectre gave him the organs Elliot managed to truly rip out from the ONLY survivor he managed to get.
Such a cool ass weapon to only be used by a crooked loser that's full of burnt marks, atleast its not as bad as Guest 1337's explosion scars. He's got an eye still hanging out, though in round he's given an eyepatch so it doesn't fall out mid round. Quite a clever solution yet it makes him less scary, told that to two time to not cover his organs during rounds when they first came here with those hanging organs: apparently he got a lot of kills that round since they were all disgusted by it.
Though sadly the survivors did quickly adapt to the organs except from their ex of course: he's horrified whenever they're on due to the fact that they always leave that poor little pathetic survivor for last! Two Time is such a yearner it can sometimes disgust 7n7 from the insides.
But Guest 1337 prefers to kill people by his bare hands- he wants them to not be distracted when he faces them; he wants their full potential of a fight.
He's like a forever raging storm in rounds; that's how he almost wins every round he gets into. But outside of the rounds? Here? In the cabin? He's like a gentle ember that gives you warmth during an ice-age. Its awfully uncanny on how well his mood switches.
He's a wise man, but he rather keeps to himself when it comes to any admins or exploiters such as 7, but Chance already knew his backstory. And of course: told it to 7n7 for the kill of it.
"Elliot!~" Chance now waved his arms slowly; his voice slurring some other words he said after Elliot's name
7, now free from Chances awkward grasp, now quickly straightened up. His voice drifting along like Chance's, he always mocked Chance's drunken ass whenever he was truly drunk.
"Elliot~" His voice was tender yet continued to have that tired growl in the back of his throat as he spoke the clowns name "Whatcha got for me??~"
"Nothing for you. You'll starve for that one." Elliot's eyes narrowed at 7; clearly judging him simply by looking him up and down like he was a rachety rat from the sewers trying to steal his food after waiting half 'n hour for it.
007n7, like the stupid idiot he was. Played along a bit to toy with Elliot more "Oh but... why call me down in the first place Elli~~.. Gotta give me somthin' atleast! Or perchance are you moody from that round of yours?.. Barely missing that huge crowd of survivors!" He'd snicker a bit to himself, his hand on his mouth as he'd sit down in the bouncy booth.
Elliot, clearly distraught, quickly hissed back "Shut up 7n7" Slamming the pizza slice into his face, not really the first time but most likely not the last either. Before 7 could even retort to his repeating action whenever he gets annoyed, Elliot speaks once more. His tone low enough for the admins to not hear "...there was a survivor, it looked like they had a key with a keychain that annoyingly represents you.... Dark toned for hair and clothes?... You might know him from past..", that was the last thing Elliot said to him before storming off.
So he did have someone in the past?..
This person who supposedly knows 7 must be some wimp to land themself into the survivors side, why would 7. Now an almighty being (now chained down by the spectre), know someone whose probably a lowlife who lacks even any entertainment.
Though now he's curious...
When he came to this place he did have keys with a dark figure on them.. though most of it was blacked out.
For some dumb unreasonable reasons that 7 couldn't ever figure out alone.
Maybe he'll be able to meet this person up close.. who knows, and who doesn't know. He'll just have to wait for the rounds to start.. and for him to be killer.. Even though the order of the killers is usually Chance, Elliot and then 7, so its perfect timing for him to find out who this mysterious person is...
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The clock went by slow; 7's patience now wearing thin. When will this round start?? That's all 7 thought about, he's never been so patient in his life. And for once he might be able to revisit the past, and yet the sense of time seems to want it less.
Though the round may start soon but he felt like he had been waiting for years. It's unfair; the survivors get princess treatment after a round, he can bet with Chance that they do fun stuff and act scared during rounds.
Such knob heads don’t deserve the haven.
Atleast they’re all useless in rounds, sitting around; camping the generators ‘till the end of the round. Thats what 7 has noticed in this place: they’re so needy when they want the best time of their life to end! The audacity.
He just guesses happy times are just not for anyone; though they are the ones that meet their oh so tragic fate.
Though now the time is near its end of their relaxation: he felt like he needed to do something… to grab something..
Back at diner: Elliot had mentioned that the survivor had a keychain that oddly resembles 007n7.. Perchance 7 could grab his keys (that are completely useless here) to try and “identify” who this person was, although he couldn’t see the majority of it.
It’ll be easy to see who it is due to the fact that this person is oddly new to their group and 7 by now had recognised each survivor, some were annoying but yet awfully interesting, and the supports were just annoying in general.
Hated supports, he could be close enough to a kill and then their health is going back up!
Though stunners could be as easily as annoying; they were entertaining to watch when they just miss out on saving a survivor, the anguish in their expression… it was like seeing an exquisite, sweet desert ready to be taken.
Now aside from the survivors; he couldn’t forget about getting those keys, he can’t truly find out if this “person from the past” is actually the one who Elliot describes, yet he could be lying about it. And he was not going to be fooled; literally.
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He's now back in his room; only a few minutes left before he has to leave for his round, all he could do was pray that he had a round that benefited him the most. Just so then he can meet his this mysterious person from the past. Though now he has to find these dammed keys, maybes if he actually did as he told. It'd be easier and less stressful to find them.
But nooo...
His naive ass managed to get the keys lost in piles of rubbish and clothes. And it doesn't help that the only true bright light was the moonlight since on his first day he accidentally smashed the light bulbs in his room due to his crazy shenanigans that he can't even come to remember now; though it was told by Elliot so.. its most likely a lie, but sometimes he can actually tell the truth. And that's what annoys him most about Elliot. It just depends on what mood he's on when it comes to lying or telling the truth, the more worse it is, the less he'll lie.
He just needs to get Elliot out of his mind- actually... better idea came to mind. Elliot was the one who could quickly find lost items and was usually the one who kept this place organised asides from the admins of course; and the fact that 7n7 couldn't actually be bothered to use his ability for a literal key. May as well torment Elliot in the remaining minutes he's got in this cabin. He also couldn't get the others since only Elliot had seen the keychain properly, somehow. Probably when he was on his apparent rampage. And for once: he was glad that Elliot was here with him, because if he had broken it or perchance lost it even more than now, then he wouldn't be able to find out this person.
Why do you want to meet this person?.. You're perfect without a weakling to drag you down...
..This thought dragged on for a moment, was he truly perfect? though he really wants to know this person, it'll be fun to kill someone he probably knew. And of course he's perfect and the fact that no one cannot drag him down, he's here for fun, in the first place it was. Though it became boring to kill others apparent partners from the past, and yet he had no one at all. And now he finally gets the chance to experience what the other's get to whilst killing eachother!
Now aside from his plans. His head now peaked out from the door; his gui out infront of him as he'd amplify his voice just a bit to make it louder. Since Elliot is annoying and likes to pretend he can't hear 007n7, may as well do something he can't ignore (Hopefully)
"ELLIOTTTT" 007n7 shouted at the top of his lungs not long continuing on "I need your heellpppp"; he didn't do it as loud because he already knew that Elliot was probably standing at the bottom of the stairs, though the only sacrifice for Elliot to help is to..... beg, how pissy. Though 007n7 thinks that it'll feed onto Elliot's "ego".
Speaking of the devil; Elliot's left shoulder is on the wall near the stairs, the same old glare at 007n7. He couldn't help but have a sinister grin.
"What's with that look?... You look awfully more ugly than before." Elliot grumbled, clearly exhausted of 7's games already; his arms are crossed, and same as his legs. The right behind the left. His eyebrows are now scrunched slightly, even if his visor covers it, they clearly were.
"Oh Elliot... you know how I've always helped you ou-"
"That's a myth." Elliot interrupted quickly, 007n7's expression faltered slightly due to it. Hated being interrupted just for the obvious to be stated; could've waited a little it longer, jerk. "Get to the point and stop wasting my time." Elliot quickly added on, lacking patience for 007n7, his need for attention his head lifting up a bit. Elliot's teeth were gritting so tightly together to the point that he could've chipped them.
"AHEM..." 007n7 quickly cleared out his throat, "May you please help me find my keys?...." 007n7's hands clasped together like he was ready to beg.
"Why?"
"Becauseeee...... I need them."
"It's to find out who the survivor is, isn't it?"
007n7's silence said it all; and so was the shift in the atmosphere around the two.
Elliot now sighed, though tired. He couldn't be bothered for 007n7's complaining.
"Can you move away from the door, I'll need to get in if you want me to find the keys YOU lost since you were too "busy" to clean up your room. Which by the way, is still the worst excuse you've made up ever since you came here and needed assistance from anyone else." Elliot remarked; both of his feet on the ground as he'd walk over to the overly crowded room of unused clothes and rubbish that has been rotting in here ever since he came along.
007n7 stepped out of the door, letting Elliot to get past him. His horns hitting off the door, they've always hit the doorframe.
"...Jesus 7, I can't imagine how you had lived in the past if this is the current state of your room. And the last time I checked you have only been here for 2 months." Elliot raised a brow at 7.
007n7, whenever he needed an excuse, he itched his temple; and he was. "Well... I wonder too, but aside from that factor- will you be able to help."
"...Sure, just keep out of my way." Elliot mumbled something under his breath, it was clearly an insult due to the pinch of his nose bridge afterwards.
Though he was telling the truth about how long he had been here. 2 months... 2 months without someone caring about him truly, or atleast someone he cared for.
Did anyone miss him?..
"A'ight... the room's all yours.. I'll just be on my bed, just do it before the timer goes. I don't want to leave without it nor being late enough to the round to the point that I could have a punishment. Which I've already had." 007n7 quickly remarked before mumbling "and it was not that fun... at all." before heading over to his bed, his tail draping over the side of the mattress. His elbows on his knees as his hands cupped his own face.
Elliot just rolled his eyes, he knew that 007n7 would just have his usual creepy stare. He does it when something or someone entertains him; and for awful reasons, Elliot usually got the same look each day. To 007n7, Elliot was a jester, a toy to watch whilst it slowly crumbles from the inside. Though this gave Elliot the motivation to find the keys quickly, because he wanted to get out of this room already. And he's already told 7 that he'd help him out a bit.
A few minutes have passed now ever since Elliot was forced by 007n7 to find his keys in the pile of clothes, and yet there wasn't a single sign of them being here. Though he had a gut feeling they might be, and the factor is, he knew that 7 would forever make Elliot suffer more than he already is. That is just 007n7, he always puts pressure on those who are less powerful compared to him just so then he can be entertained, or even just to get what he wants. He wouldn't dare to do it to the admins, occasionally torments them but aside from that; he wouldn't make them feel lower. Because he knows that they are unbreakable when it comes to their egos.
Its their fault that we're even in this place anyways, especially Builderman.
As soon as he checks one of the pockets; the rattle of the keychain against the metal of the key shape alerted 7n7.
Quickly, 007n7 jolted at the jacket that Elliot heard the keys in the pocket, pushing him to the side quickly as he'd look at the keychain like it was a prized trophy. Such excitement in someone's eyes that are usually filled with evil content, brightened up so quickly to something so forgettable.
All of the sudden; the alarm of the round about to start rung loudly. Elliot still on the ground witnessed 7n7 run out the door like he was in a rush, because he was. 007n7 was... excited... unusually more excited then the usual.. So why does he truly want to meet this person so much?...