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Noli gasped, blinking rapidly. He didn’t remember falling asleep..., was his memory failing? He was only, what.. 22? He couldn’t be having memory problems so young. Great gods, he felt sick. A wave of nausea hit him, causing him to wretch, leaving a puddle of vomit. He almost did it again, but only spat up water, having no food left in his system.
Noli rubbed his eyes, getting up. Where was he?! He was… back at the HQ, just outside its doors. He swore he’d last been in his village, hadn’t he? He’d sworn to never come back here, hadn’t here? Maybe he’d coming looking to recruit some new members for his group? His head really hurt, he couldn’t think straight.
It was snowing, he realized. The trees stripped of all their leaves. Hadn’t it been summer? They remembered sunny days, happy days. He saw a puddle of water, where some snow must have melted. He scuttled over to it, peering in, staring at his reflection.
He had two masks on his face, he certainly hadn’t put those on! A comedy mask and a tragedy mask. He pulled those off to see… OH GODS. HIS FACE! HIS LOVELY FACE! It was covered in rotting patches of purple, full of binary code. Some parts of his lips were gone, exposing his teeth. He couldnt feel it! No matter how hard he tried to force a different expression, he was stuck in a half smile, half frown. Chunks of his ears were missing, torn up and shredded. He was horrific! He quickly shoved the masks back on, shivering, from both the cold and his sense of horror.
He stank of rot, he realized. If it was so strong he could smell it, how truly awful was the scent?! His hands had the same purple rot, along with almost half of his torso, and parts of his legs. His shirt seemed to have melded into him, branding part of a ROBLOX logo on his chest. It was so, so very cold…
He looked up to see a wanted poster. It had his face on it… reading:
“WANTED:DEAD OR ALIVE, NOLI. EXPLOITING, MURDER, ABUSE, DESTRUCTION OF PROPERTY”. He nearly wretched again. He.. he’d done those things? Surely they had the wrong person… surely.
He should go home. Not the village. His real home. 007n7…. The two could have a happy reunion, N7 would accept Noli despite his new appearance, once again, like how he had accepted Noli despite his oddities all those years back. He would say “oh, silly you Noli, always running off and causing trouble. Its alright, we’re together again now, we’ll always be together. I could never stop loving you.”
Noli looked back up at the poster. Seven would never accept a murderer, a criminal. He was awful. A cult leader, on top of all that. He needed time to think to himself… maybe he would just go back to his village. He crawled off into the snow, settling in a snow bank. He was so, so tired. He would just take a little nap, and then he could figure this all out, surely…
Noli closed his eyes, drifting off into a blissful sleep.
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When Noli next woke, he was in some sort of cabin. There was a small group, picking him up off the ground, muttering something about "another one..."