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It's late, perhaps. That's what the man guessed, anyways. The sky never changed here, and any clocks in the cabin just didn't work, or would rapidly change hands.

So they were of no use.

But he never minded working later at night- it gave him more free time, working on whatever he needed. Except 7n7 wasn't actually working on anything- not now. He had grabbed a thicker book from downstairs, the old pages settled comfortably against his legs in the position he sat, his young toddler resting against his chest. They had been in this particular position for a bit, perhaps around 2 hours now. He didn't really mind- if it got C00lkidd to sleep, then he'd happily stick in an uncomfortable situation. Speaking of, the young child shifted slightly, pressing half of his face into his fathers chest, breathing in deeply.

And 7n7 couldn't help the soft smile that spread across his face, gently closing the book to put it on his nightstand. He'll but it back properly later. The ex-hacker shifted slightly, sinking further into the covers, ever so carefully cradling his child to his chest, as he slowly exhaled, going to close his eyes. He knew the peace wouldn't be kept for long, but he could at least relish in small moments.

The next morning was quite the rude awakening.

He had just gotten C00lkidd to wake up, and not a second after he goes to step out the door-

He looses his footing, slamming into the ballpits walls. Great. Fantastic, actually. He stands there, tensed up for a moment, but loosening up as someone gently tugged his hand.

"..'m hungry.." He heard his childs quiet voice, as he rubbed his eye quietly. 7n7 huffed softly, ever so carefully picking up his son. "I know you are..breakfast will have to wait, though." He murmured in the best gentle voice he could muster through the slight panic, shifting to carry C00lkidd on his back. And so, he sets off. Hoping to at least hide long enough to keep his son safe from whatever beast was currently hunting everyone down.

SNAP.

The body crumples in its gloved hands.

It tosses them to the side.

It slooowly rolls its shoulders, glancing off to the side. The rest of the room was empty. But they weren't the last of them. No, if it recalled, there were..two people left. And if it had to guess, it was the two it was after.

Its ear twitches, as two of its men approach. Carefully, although the cautiousness isn't needed. 

"Boss? 'sposin' you want us t' go n'-"

"Don't hurt them." its voice was as monotonous, as smooth as ever, but its boys always seemed to notice even the slightest of changes. Such as which is obvious, when one of them slightly raises their eyebrow, but doesn't comment on it. "Bring them both back to me." It pauses. "Relatively unharmed as you can make it. The exploiter wont go down without a fight, so if you have to knock 'em upside the head.." It stares quietly at the crumpled body, the sickly white a sore on its dull eyes. "I am not as opposed to that." It finishes, turning a heel to face the wall, its head tilted back slightly to stare at the two men. "And do it quickly, if you will. We don't have all day." true, to a degree. there was about a minute and a half left on that looking timer, until its sent back to that old mansion. 

Its boys don't question much- simply pausing, before scampering off, as its left to be with its own thoughts, quietly staring back at the wooden wall.

1:10.

Thats what that timer now displayed, as 7n7 tried to work at the generator. A little hard to do when hes already focused on getting out - alive, would be nice. Knelt over slightly, as he shouldered his child every now and again, just so he wouldn't fall off. It became some sort of rhythm, to a degree. Kept him more grounded than hed like to admit. He was as quiet as he could be, focused on the machine infront of him. Focused to not immediately notice the footsteps behind him, but a pool of unease made him move just in time to notice the board coming towards him. 7n7 yelped, dodging just out of the way to not get hit, almost immediately scrambling away. It was and adrenaline fueled, as he shifted his kid into his arms. Mainly for the fact that 7n7 didn't want to use his kid as a meat shield. 

They stared for a moment, before one slapped the other on the back of head, before immediately running off to chase the ex-hacker, the other speeding to catch up. “Ya DUNCE! Y’ could've been quieter with dat!!” he hissed, the others face tightening into a frown. “..m’bad.” he shrugged, going for another swing- just barely missing again. This wasn't going to work- at all. The timer ticked. 0:40. Even though they weren't doing much but running in circles, They had slowly pushed him in the right direction. The ex-hacker darted down the wooden hall, fumbling to keep ahold of his now awake- and rapidly squirming son. “I know, I know- It'll be over soon, I promise..” he speaks as hushed as he could, weaving around one of the wooden walls in the ‘open’ area, running to the other section of the hotel. But he hadn't realized the two men had slowed down, And he was heading directly for the Mafioso.

And he didnt even get to react when the man held its arm out, 7n7 running directly into it.

It easily scooped up C00lkidd, letting its men catch its main point of interest. 

“..Hello, lil’ bunny.” It hummed calmly, lifting the kid up. “h-..hii, maf’so!!” The tot smiled brightly, squirming to wave in the mans arms.

“Sorry ‘bout the scare, yer dads a quick one.” It muttered, glancing over as its men fumbled to keep a relative okay hold on the ex hacker. “..Y’, uh, fine with comin’ with us? ill make y’ somethin’ nice again.” Its face cracked into a careful smile as C00lkidd nodded excitedly, shoving his face into its fluffy coat.

0:00

And they're all teleported back to the mansion.

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His head buzzes as he slowly wakes up, the low light still too bright in his eyes. 7n7 shifted, ever so carefully- upon noticing the fact a small weight was on his chest. The ex hackers vision is blurry, as he slightly sits up, expecting to see his child-

Only to notice the..abnormally large white rabbit, who had comfortably made a pillow of his chest. 7n7 blinks, but before he can get a word out-

“Papa!! Paba-” His young child interupts whatever thoughts who had slapped his hands over his fathers face, attempting to also climb onto 7n7- but he didn't attempt to stop C00lkidd, as the little one babbled on with each attempt to hoist himself up. “M-..Maf’oso let’us stay in th’ big house!!” The young child chirped, 7n7 immediately tensing up upon that realization. He didn't dare move anymore, as C00lkidd finally made his way up, happily petting the large rabbit- who didn't seem to care much.

Mafioso.

THE Mafioso.

7n7 slowly breathes in, trying to steel any nerves. He closes his eyes, shifting ever so slightly, sitting up. As much as he could. “Okay- kid, you're going to have to-” Ever so gently, he lifts his child up, setting him off to the side, now focusing on the rabbit. One of Mafiosos, probably.

He scoops the creature up with both arms- the thing seeming to just..not care, idly dangling in 7n7s arms. The ex hacker didn't question it, just silently placing the large creature next to his son, who happily started to pet the thing behind the ears.

He sat up fully, slowly stretching, his back popping as he grumbled, looking around with blurry eyes- his glasses had been put somewhere else, but not like he knew where. But it didn't stop him trying to gain a relative sense of his surroundings. 

The room was green, that was the first thing he noticed. Very, very green. But besides that, it was a living room. of sorts. bookshelves lined the wall, a fireplace breaking up the shelving. 

He didn't question the decoration, much. But it did tug at a vague memory in the back of his head. The structure was familiar, in a way. But 7n7 just sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. It was all too much, too much at the moment for his meek mind. He breathes in, ever so slowly, before opening his eyes.

And being met with something staring back.

The ex hacker jolted back, but before he could make any noise-

“MAF’OSO!!” The child squealed happily, tumbling away from the white rabbit to go ahead and cling onto the tall, shrouded figure.

It didn't mind this much.

Not at all, actually.

It idly scratched the young child's head, staring quietly at the man beneath it, its arched body far, far to close to him. Not like it noticed.

“Good evening.” It hummed in a low tone, tilting its head to the side as he, rather than responding, opened and closed his mouth a couple of times- before he shut it fully, opting to just stare.

It huffs, pulling back ever so slightly.

That makes him relax. It smiles. But its focus is taken back to the red robloxian. It hums, using both hands to lift the child up, the little guy wiggling happily, grabbing onto its own arms. “Hi-!! Papa was sleepin’ still, n’ I wanted to wake him up..!” C00lkidd chirps, the mob bosses face curling into a smile at the child's innocent enthusiasm. 

“ ‘salright. No reason t’ explain.” It mutters, placing him down, going to pick up the rabbit. One of its own. They usually settled comfortably in its room, but this one in particular had taken a liking to the young red child.

So it places the creature down, next to C00lkidd. 

“You go on now, don't wan’ slasher takin’ yer food, hm?” It mutters to the kid, whos eyes lit up. “Oh- yeah!! come on gubs..We cant let mister Jason get there first!!” He struggles to lift the creature into his arms, but he soon grabs the thing, skittering off.

And they were alone.

7n7 was the first one to speak after agonizing silence. “Ah- whuh-” wasn't much of words, though.

Mafioso doesn't move, nor speak. Just letting the ex hacker stumble over his words, trying to pull a sentence together. Before it cracked a smile, snorting and laughing at his nervousness. “Not gunna hurt’ya. No reason t’, not here.” It sits down next to 7n7, the other man flinching upon the mob boss getting closer. It snorts once again.

“Again, no murderous intents. ‘less ya want that.” 

Which finally forces the ex hacker to speak. “N-no-! goodness, no- I just don't understand, really..why do you feel the need to do this?” He breathes, before pausing. “Ah- and, would you happen to know where my glasses are?” He frowns a little, struggling to stare headon.

The mob boss frowns a little, before that carefully trained smile appears once more, as it puts a gloved hand into its pocket, pulling out a carefully handled set of frames, placing them in the mans hands. “And for the other thing, jus’ felt like it. Ain't no reason t’ worry ‘bout it.” It shrugs as he puts on his glasses.

“Y’did take a pretty nasty fall, though. ‘pologies for knockin’ ya out like that.” It mutters, as 7n7 huffed, ever so quietly. “You really didn't need to do that.” His brows furrowed, as he brushed his thumb over his palm. “I don't think I could forgive you, either. Not for that.” He pauses. “But..I suppose if you kept my son in a sound mind..Then I can't be completely mad at you.”

Not right now, atleast. Not when he's completely at this things mercy.

He falls silent, running his palm down his shirt in an attempt to smooth it out. 

“ ‘m aware yer not all comfortable with th’..current situation. Yer not good at hiding yer emotions.” It speaks up, the man shifting a little.

“Apologies.” 7n7 muttered, Mafiosos calm smile shifting into a more tight frown. “Don't apologize.” It huffed, moving to stare more properly at 7n7.

Invisible eyes met the ex hackers. It felt tense, almost. “Y’ have no reason t’. Not t’me, atleast. I should be th’ one ‘pologizin’.” It frowns tightly. “You cant be feelin’ sorry fer somethin’ you can't control. Jus’ feel sorry fer the things you can.” 

He didn't really expect to be lectured. He opened his mouth, but then quieted, folding his arms slightly. “I..Suppose youd be correct.” 7n7 mutters, as they both fall quiet once again.

But Mafioso shifts closer, gloved hand meeting 7n7s own scarred palms, its fingers ever so carefully weaving between his. It felt..far too intimate for the situation at hand. But neither of them speak for a moment. 

“..Your hands.” 7n7 finally speaks.

“Hm?” Mafioso moves slightly, looking over.

“Why do you..cover them?” He raises an eyebrow, staring at its hand, lifting it up to brush his fingers against its gloved palm. 

“It wouldn't be much t’you.” It frowns a little. “Think of it as classified information.” 

“Ah.” That's all he can say. It..makes sense, to a degree. The tension seems to grow at that- he didn't really mean to bring up something to upset the killer. “Y’dont need t’ pull that face, ya know.” Mafioso speaks up yet again, its fingers slipping once more into a comfortable hold with 7n7s own hand. Its..weird. Hes getting far too comfortable with the one thing that constantly hunts him- and everyone else down. One of the beasts who are seen as nothing but relentless.

But..

…

“I..suppose we should go and check in on C00lkidd.” 7n7 speaks, pulling away to sit more on the edge of the couch. He didn't want to linger on the thought for too long. 

“If you wish.” It hums, standing up to lead the man to the kitchen. 

“But none o’ the others will hurt’em. It aint like the kids held ‘is weight before.” It hums, as the ex hacker looked over. “What do you mean?” 

“..Yer aware of the fact yer kid bites, right?”

He blinks.

It stares down.

“..What??”