Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

THE DISCOVERY

The border town didn’t have a name anymore — it used to, once, but the sign out by the old Tycoon gate rusted through before the brothers were even born. Now it was just “there.” A dead zone stitched between the BanLands heat and the frostfields where Builderman’s old script still flickered in broken walls and vines of cracked admin code.

Inside the last house on the east row, three boys curled under one blanket, the holes patched with old Tix vouchers and bits of stolen cloth. Rain rattled the tin roof like loose code scraping inside a console. Each drip that made it through landed in the same bucket Noli propped up every night — the bucket that never filled fast enough.

Noli sat up while the other two breathed easy. The middle child, 007n7, lay sprawled on his back, mouth open like a caught fish. Coolkid slept face-first on 007n7’s stomach, drooling a little. Noli didn’t mind. He wiped it away with a sleeve patched three times already.

He looked at the metal case again. He’d found it hidden in the old closet floorboards, wrapped in rags, stuffed between a dead rat’s nest and a half-burnt BitShift cult pamphlet. “C00lGui,” it read, a name half-scratched away.

With Tired eyes and a never-ending hunger in his stomach, Noli’s fingers hovered over the flickering line:

Initialize? Y/N

He pressed a palm over 007n7’s chest — felt the heartbeat. He pressed two fingers to Coolkid’s hair — felt warmth.

He tapped Y with a breath that tasted like rust and cold dreams.

At first, nothing happened — just a faint static hum, a tickle in the walls. Then, like water finding a crack, a single line spilled across the flickering console:

C00LGUI: PROTOTYPE A0.2

EXPERIMENTAL SELF ADAPTATION

MAY BE DEFECTIVE

 

What do you want?

Noli typed slow.

Bread.

The console flickered — the rusted panels on the wall behind him trembled like a weak lung taking its first breath. A low whine filled the tiny room — then something thunked inside the metal box they used as a makeshift table.

007n7 jolted awake — eyes wide.
"Noli! What’s that?"

Coolkid stirred — mumbled something that might have been “toy?”

Noli just reached in. His hand came back warm — holding a loaf of bread. It steamed in the cold air. It smelled a little like iron and old code — but it was bread.

Noli smiled for a moment.

007n7 scrambled up, snatched a chunk. “It’s real!” He bit it. He didn’t even flinch at the mold that fuzzed the edge. “It’s real, Noli!”

Coolkid grabbed the rest — he stuffed it in his mouth, grinning. Crumbs stuck to his cheeks like pixel dust.

Noli only watched them eat. The console blinked:

What else?

None of them have noticed it has changed. They went back to eating the loaf of bread, satiating their hunger after days.

Morning came, grey and thin. The rain stopped. The brothers slipped out into the border town’s skeleton streets — the bread gave them energy, but they needed more.

Noli carried the console wrapped in an old blanket, strapped tight to his back. 007n7 led the way — sharp eyes spotting half-buried Tix slips and old crates. Coolkid danced ahead, singing to himself about “candles in the rain.”

They found an old store — half-collapsed, but its admin lock flickered with ancient code. 007n7 pressed his hand to it — “Open.” Nothing.

Coolkid slapped the door. “Open!” It stayed shut.

Noli knelt. He opened the console — typed slowly.

Open

INVALID COMMAND: OBJECT GOES [HERE]

Noli raised an eyebrow. 007n7 was too busy trying to make Coolkid stop trying bang the door open.

He typed again.

Open[Metal Door]

iNVALID COMMAND: PLACE _ BETWEEN SPACES.

Noli's eyes narrowed in frustration.

Coolkid have gaven up on trying to bang the door open and instead started to poke the trash bin.

Open[Metal_Door]

EXECUTING SCRIPT...

DONE

A low groan — metal teeth inside the frame clicked, spat sparks. The lock stuttered. The door shivered on its hinges. Then it swung wide — a sigh of stale air, coins scattered like teeth across the dusty floor.

They laughed. Even Coolkid, too young to know the risk. They filled pockets with what they could. An old clerk bot flickered on in the corner, tried to speak, failed, died again. The door closed behind them as they slipped out. Noli stared at the bot for a few moments. A new line of code forming up.

! NEW COMMAND UNLOCKED !

Store



TYPE: ? FOR DETAILS.

TYPE: HELP FOR ALL AVAILABLE COMMANDS

 

Noli typed "?"

STORE COMMAND

Stores an item of your choice in a never-ending storage, the time to store an item varies depending on its size. The smaller, the quicker.

Command goes by:

store_[OBJECT GOES HERE]

 

Noli was curious. 007n7 peeked through and also seemed impressed. Coolkid was busy filling his pockets with the coins.

Noli typed in.

store_[Broken_Bot]

EXECUTING SCRIPT. . .

 

ERROR: OBJECT HAS TOO MANY SEGMENTS. 

 

PRESS ? FOR DETAILS.

 

Noli presses "?"

ABOUT STORAGE:
Storing big items with too many segments (ex: Bike) will cause overload and ERROR.

List of items that you can store:
Pen
Pencil
Cups
Mugs
bread
Small foods in general
chips

Books

The list kept going.

TYPE "COOLGUI SELF-ADAPTMENT SYSTEM" FOR MORE INFORMATION.

 

Coolkid looked at the flickering screen. Before Noli could do anything, he typed.

C00LGUI SELF-ADAPTMENT SYSTEM:

INFO:

VERSION: A0.2

WARNING: OUTDATED

DATE: 12/25/XXXX

CREATOR: B1TSHIFT AND SCRIPTER

 

The experimental c00lgui with a self-adaptment system, made to avoid the needs of manually updating it's systems for better performance and less bugs.

It will gain "experience" using an AI technology named: "COOL FIXMENT" to fix it's own bugs and adapt to better performance in general, tasks include cloning, teleportation, storing items and so goes on.

 

007n7 raised an eyebrow and fixed his glasses.

C00lkid was amazed. It even had a "c00l", just like his own name! He was happy and for him it meant a new toy with endless possibilities.
Noli was a bit confused and wary about it, but happy.

"Big brother Noli, what is this?"

". . . I don't know either. Seems like a Scripter's Gui."

"You mean the ones that big bad hackers like John Doe uses?"

"7n7, you know John Doe isn't a hacker, do you?"

"Hey, I like to think he is..." 007n7 pouts

"Wait, he isn't?" C00lkid question.

"Well, no. And you should have more respect for him."

Noli looks at the Broken bot's arm.

He tries something new.

INPUT COMMAND:

store_[Broken_Bot]=segment.Right_Arm.

 

EXECUTING . . .

 

 

A black screen hvoers above the broken bot's right arm, making a loud noise for a few moments.

It vanishes.

ITEM STORED SUCESSFULLY:
BROKEN BOT RIGHT ARM

ADAPTATION INCOMING, PLEASE STAND BY.

 

They waited for 5 minutes.

SYSTEMS UPDATED:

CAN NOW STORE ITEMS WITH MORE THAN ONE SEGMENT

NEW COMMAND UNLOCKED:

TRANSPARENCY

COMMAND GOES BY:

[NAME GOES HERE] [SPECIES GOES HERE] transparency_level= [VALUE GOES HERE]

MAX TRANSPARENCY LEVEL IS 10.

 

Noli smirks for a moment and closes the pad.

"What are the possibilities with this?"
"Many."
"Hey, we can find it out! Let's try this at home, please!!"

Noli sighed.

"Alright."

They slowly walk out of the store, with new-learned commands in mind.

Back at the house, 007n7 dumped his haul on the floor — stale protein packs, cracked batteries, one half-frozen candy bar. Coolkid tore it open with sticky fingers — they all took a bite, even Noli.

It tasted like promise. Like power humming behind a child’s ribcage.

That night they curled up tighter. The rain didn’t come — but the wind did, rattling the loose sign out front. They’d named the sign “BitShift’s Ghost.” They’d never seen BitShift, but the whispers said his blood ran in their skin.

Noli stared at the ceiling. 007n7 pressed close, whispering fast:
"Big brother, we could fix everything. We could make this place safe. We could spawn a big house, a castle. A city."

Noli said nothing at first. Coolkid drooled in sleep, half-mumbling “More bread. More toys.”

Outside, the console’s faint green glow painted the cracked wall with code lines that looped in on themselves, like something alive.

Noli lifted a hand — pressed it to the youngest’s hair, then to 007n7’s cheek.

"No one’s taking us apart," he whispered. "Not now. Not ever. We stay patched together."

He leaned over the console — fingers trembling.

spawn: [toy_car] [5]

 

EXECUTING SCRIPT. . .

 

DONE

Out of thin air, 5 toy cars popped out and fell on the ground. coolkid eagerly went to play with them. So did 007n7.

Noli watched his brothers playing, toy cars bumping into moldy bread crusts and shiny coins. Somewhere inside him, a single thought clicked cold: How long before someone bigger notices?

spawn: [Steak] [2]

 

EXECUTING SCRIPT. . .

 

INVALID: REQUIRES STEAK'S STATE

 

NEW COMMAND UNLOCKED: STATE

QUICK DESCRIPTION: Items will now require a STATE to be spawned, to avoid randomly receiving a defective item.

COMMAND "SPAWN" NOW GOES BY: spawn: [ITEM GOES HERE] [STATE: STATE GOES HERE] [AMOUNT].

 

Noli's eyes narrowed for a few moment. Confusion as he tried to understand the now advanced command. After a few seconds staring at it, he tried typing.

spawn: [Steak} [State: Rare] [3]

 

EXECUTING SCRIPT . . .

 

DONE.

 

THE SYSTEM UPDATED ITSELF: MAX AMOUNT OF ITEMS SPAWNED AT ONCE IS NOW 5.

 

Three large baked steaks teleported on the table. Noli walked closer to the table and sniffed it before taking a bite. He smiled in satisfaction.

"Hey, coolkid, 007n7! Come eat some steak!"

Coolkid jolted in happiness as he stood up and went to eat some steak.

007n7 got up and ate the steak with a smile.

Some hours later, they were all sitted on noli's bed as they were testing new commands. The end of the room was full of random things, like toys, glasses, food, clothes and books.

The wind pressed cold fingers against the boards that night.
Inside, Noli couldn’t sleep.
007n7 and Coolkid lay tangled beside him, breathing soft and shallow, toy cars scattered across the blanket like half‑forgotten prayers.

The console’s glow was softer now, almost patient, waiting for someone to ask it something dangerous.

Noli’s stomach cramped. The bread hadn’t been enough. His head buzzed with half‑formed ideas: we could have more, bigger, better…

He typed, slow so the keys didn’t click too loud:

The console hummed.

A second later, a rough iron chest flickered into existence at the foot of the bed. Its lid hung half‑ajar, stuffed with shining gold coins that pulsed faintly, like living hearts.

Noli reached to open it fully—

The chest shuddered. A loud POP and a sour smell, like burning wire.
The coins blackened before his eyes — turned to brittle ash that scattered across the floor. Where they landed, tiny glyphs sizzled into the wood, crawling like insects before fading.

Coolkid stirred in his sleep, mumbling something about “more toys.”
007n7 rolled over, hugging a toy car to his chest.

Noli’s hand hovered, trembling. The screen flickered with new text, jagged like it had been torn in by a different hand:

Then, like nothing had happened, it returned to idle.

Noli’s heart thumped so loud he feared it would wake the others.

He closed the console. Pulled his brothers close again. The ash of dead coins dusted his fingers.

Noli went to sleep.

He dreams first of warmth: a house lit from inside, laughter echoing through wooden halls. Three bowls on a table, still steaming.
At the far end, a figure — a man with tired eyes, lifting his hood to reveal dark hair streaked with silver code. BitShift.

The man kneels. Holds out a hand to Noli.

“You can fix them all, son,” he says, voice kind as cracked glass. “Just ask. Just script the world back to how it should be.”

Noli reaches out.

Suddenly the room darkens.
The bowls rot. The laughter dies, replaced by static. BitShift’s eyes blacken, streaming lines of admin code that coil like snakes.
He coughs — and spits out twisted black nails.

“Or you can break them all,” he hisses. “And remake them in your own image.”

Hands shoot from the floor, gripping Noli’s arms, he tries to scream, but no sound leaves his mouth. The hands start pulling him down through rotten boards into endless code. He saw a small rock before being fully absorved.

His dream starts as triumph: standing atop the tallest block tower he’d ever built, C00lGui console floating beside him like a loyal pet.
He types: spawn: [Wings] [State: Golden] [1]

Wings burst from his back — shimmering feathers of data. He leaps from the tower, soaring over fields of spinning coins, giant toy soldiers saluting as he passes.

Below, Coolkid waves. Noli watches from the ground, proud.

Then: the sky glitches.

His wings rot mid‑flight. Feathers crumble into pixel dust, the.
He falls. The ground rises like a wall of screaming faces — faces of other children, pale and twisted, mouths locked open in silent code.

At the last moment, he sees Builderman above, unmoving, eyes closed like a stone god.
And then: nothing but falling.

He can hear "hitting" noises and faint screams that are quickly cut into silence. 

At first, the dream is just toys. Endless toys.

Toy cars, spinning tops, plush dragons that flap felt wings. A sea of color.
He laughs, splashing through it, scooping toys into his arms. “More! More!”

A single rock that shouldn't be in the endless toys can be saw.

A figure steps out from behind a tower of blocks. Not Noli, not 007n7 — but a man in a scarf, eyes bright with fever: Scripter.

Scripter kneels, smiling gently. “More? Of course, little one. But there’s a price.”

Coolkid nods, eager. “Okay!”

Scripter’s smile stretches too wide. “Then let me show you.”

The toys begin to twist. Plush turns to scales. Cars melt into crawling beetles of code. The colors darken to rust red.
They cling to Coolkid’s arms and legs, biting into him, crawling under his skin.
He tries to scream, but black script pours out of his mouth instead.

Everything goes void.

In the distance, a white shape watches — a boy in a hood, face hidden, eyes flickering like dying pixels.

A bloody rock fell onto the bottomless void.

A booming raspy voice echoed.

"I T ' S   Y O U R   F A U L T .   F A C E   T H E    C O N S E Q U E N C E S ."

They woke together.
Coolkid’s arms were tangled around Noli’s chest, shaking.
007n7 had a small trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, bit through his lip in the night.
Noli’s eyes burned — he didn’t remember closing them.

The console’s glow seemed softer. But the warning remained:

None of them spoke of the dreams.

Outside, the town creaked under a pale dawn — frost clinging to old admin bones.

And in the hush before words, Noli whispered — not to the console, not to his brothers, maybe just to the cracked walls:

“No matter what this thing can do…
we keep each other first. Always.”

But even as he said it, the console hummed faintly — as if it had heard, and was waiting to test if he meant it.

Chapter Text

The morning that followed was hollow and grey, the kind of quiet that tasted like wet dust. Cold air clung to the walls of the old house like an illness refusing to leave. They packed without speaking much — there wasn’t much to pack.

A half-wrapped loaf of bread. A half-dead console with more power than sense. Some salvaged batteries, three half-warm jackets, and Coolkid’s favorite toy car — the blue one with only two wheels left.

Outside, the dead town sighed behind them. BitShift’s Ghost — the broken sign — creaked as if to say goodbye.

They walked east, through the ribbon of cracked stone that cut between the frostfields and BanLands heat. The snow village wasn’t far — just rumors and wind away — but the weather turned quickly.

The wind howled. The cold bit deep.

“Can’t feel my nose,” 007n7 muttered, hugging his jacket tighter.

“Bet you don’t even have a nose,” Coolkid said, barely hiding his shivering. His teeth clicked like cheap code.

Noli didn’t answer. He was typing again — fingers trembling not from fear, but from frost.

  spawn: [Jacket] [State: Insulated] [3]

A few seconds. Three thick coats blinked into reality — rough-stitched, brown, clearly admin-made. They reeked faintly of ozone.

007n7 yanked his on. “Okay, that’s better.”

“Smells like burnt socks,” Coolkid complained, but wore his anyway.

Noli didn’t smile, but the corner of his lip twitched. He tapped again:

  hotzone(radius=3, temp=30)

A gentle wave of warmth pulsed out, steam rising from their boots.

“Now that’s what I call ‘big brain,’” 007n7 said, nudging Noli. “You should’ve done that an hour ago!”

“Didn’t have the syntax memorized.” Noli wiped his nose on his sleeve. “It’s learning us. We’re learning it.”

They continued walking, their footsteps leaving a few marks on the ground of different sizes as they proceeded.

Day Two.

Snow in the distance. The village was real.

Through the fog, rooftops peeked like buried ribs. Chimneys coughed smoke. Light spilled faint from frosted windows.

But before that — a discovery.

They’d stopped to rest, crouched beside a frozen creek. Noli pulled the console from his back and typed slowly:

  if object_use > 2:
    create_shortcut("heat_button")

“Hey,” 007n7 said, leaning over his shoulder, “what’s that?”

“I made a button.”

“You what?”

Noli showed him — pressed a new icon on the screen. Instant warmth. No typing.

“Oh,” 007n7 whispered. “Oh that’s cool!”

"I know right?"

Coolkid poked it. “Can it make candy?”

“No,” Noli said.

“Yet,” 007n7 corrected, grinning.

They started tinkering. Together.

  shortcut("spawn: [bread] [State: Toasted] [1]")
shortcut("store: [item] [fast]=true")

Soon they weren’t just using the GUI — they were programming it.

But one console — three boys.

Arguments started small. Coolkid accidentally teleported their last apple. 007n7 tried to freeze a squirrel and crashed the console. Noli scolded them both, and Coolkid sulked.

That night, under a canvas of glitched stars, Noli typed a strange command he hadn’t dared before:

multiply:console>(users:3)

EXECUTING SCRIPT. . .

ERROR: DETERMINE USERS

He typed again.

multiply:console>(users:3, noli 007n7, coolkid)

The screen blinked. Then split.

Three identical consoles spawned in their laps, each pulsing with faint light. Same GUI, same core — different syncs.

Noli’s was clean, efficient, command lines stacked tight. 007n7’s glitched often — too many experimental shortcuts. Coolkid’s pulsed with strange symbols. It had drawn itself in bright colors. It even hummed.

Each console whispered with its own personality — slowly learning from its user.

The boys fell asleep with screens glowing on their laps.

Snow Village.

The gates were open — no guards, just a flickering barrier that buzzed but didn’t block. Inside, Robloxians in patchy coats moved between stone houses built into the mountain’s base.

They were alive. Talking. Laughing. One even nodded as the boys passed.

yet something was staring at them in a alleyway. Silent. THey didn't notice.

“Creepy,” 007n7 whispered. “I thought everyone here was dead.”

“Not yet,” Noli muttered. “But the stories say they vanish soon.”

“Because of the cult?” Coolkid asked.

Noli nodded, eyes scanning the rooftops. “Spawn cult. They come from the north. Quiet, then gone.”

They didn’t linger.

They traded three bread for a map. Ate jerky by a fire pit. Then the scream came.

Not human.

It echoed down from the frost ridge — a low, keening roar like ice cracking under the weight of the sky.

They climbed toward it.

Noli led. 007n7 followed, clutching his console tight. Coolkid tried to turn back once.

"What if it's a trap?..." He seemed scared.

but Noli called out:

“If someone’s hurt, we help.”

Past the old slope, behind a ruined admin tower, they found it:

A Drakobloxxer.

Huge. Beautiful. Dying.

Its scales shimmered in patches — purple-blue, cracked from cold. Its arms were torn, one leg bent wrong. Around its neck, a rusted collar hummed faint admin code.

It didn’t move.

“It’s... it’s alive,” 007n7 whispered.

“I don’t like it,” Coolkid said, hiding behind his brother.

Noli knelt. Opened his console.

  heat_zone(radius=4, temp=38)
spawn: [meat] [State: Fresh] [3]

Three bloody steaks dropped by the Drakobloxxer’s snout.

For a long moment, nothing.

Then — it sniffed. One golden eye cracked open. It growled, deep in its throat.

Noli didn’t move.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “We’re not like them. We’re not Hunters.”

The beast shifted. Ate. Slowly. Carefully.

Then it leaned forward — not with rage — but trust. Its snout brushed Noli’s shoulder.

Coolkid gasped. “It likes you!”

“I think it likes me..." Noli chuckled for a few moments.

Noli popped out his own gui.

break: [rusted_collar] then he stopped typing. He looked up and started thinking.

"What's the name of this thing?"

Coolkid tilted his head to the side. "I think it's... Drako- Drakobl..."

"Drakobloxxer. I heard that they were being hunted..."

"Thank you." Noli answered.

"Really?" Coolkid questioned.

"Yeah, they would often eat crops and other animals, so other people considered them pests."

"Aw man, they could be such a great horror movie thing!" Coolkid was frustrated. Perhaps sad.

Noli typed again.

break: [rusted_collar] [Drakobloxxer]

NEW COMMAND UNLOCKED:

HEAL

Quick info: Forces body to heal through clotting. Heals minor injuries and temporarily permits user movement in case of dehabilitation. Has exhaustion, extreme fatigue and sometimes whole body compromising as side-effects. Can cure minor illness without side-effects. 
This command has variations.

THIS CAN BE IMPROVED WITH TIME.

Command goes by:

heal[TARGET] amount:[HEALING TYPE GOES HERE]

 

PRESS: V TO SEE VARIATIONS

 

Slowly the chain would shake and them crumble entirely. The drakobloxxer would try to get up but fail and fall onto the snow again. It would bleed out a bit more. Poor thing.

007n7, although disgusted, seemed sad and felt pity for the creature.

Noli was worried about it.
Coolkid remained scared.

He typed in again.

heal{drakobloxxer] amount:light

slowly, the drakobloxxer's minor injuries healed. It squeaked in answer, stood up and darted away.. Noli pressed V on the pad.

ABOUT HEALING

Healing has around 4 variations, each one healing different levels and having a small cooldown between uses to avoid Gui Overload. Healing will be adjusted with time to perform better as version A0.2

Light Healing: Heals minor injuries and heals weak illness like flu or fever. If user can't move a limb due a broken bone or injured enough, it will temporarily allow movement. Side-effects include: Exhaustion, thirst, general muscle stress and in extremely rare cases body dehabilitation.

Medium Healing: Heals medium injuries and heals somewhat resistent illness. Also has a relaxing effect to soothe pain. Side-effects include: extreme thirst, hunger, general exhaustion and in more extremely rare cases, causes: permanent liver, kidney, stomach and brain damage.

Big healing: Heals serious injuries and resistent illness. Has a much greater relaxing effect and better performance overall. The only side-effect is fatal, although rare.

Quick-Heal: Near-instant heal that cures any disease and any damage, but causing full body exhaustion, causing to lose body control for whole days and hallucinating effects, and sometimes contract Body Disabling Disorder.

 

With time, the four skills can be improved ot perform better and have much lower chances of their side-effects. You currently only have unlocked Light Healing with starter experience.

 

Noli smiles.

Coolkid is surprised.

007n7 was not caring that much, but he felt surprised enough to care.

"This could help us a lot."
"Yeah! Like, I always trip and fall down when I walk, so it could help me out..." He chukles.
007n7 sighs.
"Coolkid, this thing has no need to be used for that."

"Hey, c'mon, you use it to steal Noli's bread!"

Noli looks at 007n7 with anger in his eyes.

"You what?"

007n7 panicks. He smiles awkardly and try to explain.

"Erm... So, it kinda-"

Noli slaps 007n7. 007n7 winces and puts his hand against his cheek.
"Ow..."

They look up to the skies. It's getting late.

The three of them walk back to the Snowy Village, being careful to not trip and roll over like a giant snowball. Their breaths making steam in the cold air.

"Big brother Noli!"

"Hm?"
"Can we get candy for dessert?"

". . . Alright, as long as you let some for me and 7n7."
"hey coolkid, no pumpkin candy! It's awful." 7n7 yucks just by thinking about it.


They soon approached a small cabin. They looked at the sign. Three golden coins for a night.

Noli would shove his hand at his pocket, searching for the golden coins. Nothing.

"You got some, 7n7?"

"Hold on..." 007n7 shoves his hand on his pocket. No success either. He shrugs.

Coolkid was weirdly enough eating lollipop.

"Coolkid, you didn't-"

"What?" Coolkid pretended to be innocent.

007n7 was mad at Coolkid.

"Coolkid! You can't just do that! It's our money!"

"Hey! I was hungry..."

"You ate an hour ago!"

"For candy..."

Noli facepalms. He approaches the man who was looking at them three. Perhaps the one who would receive the golden coins for a night?...

"Good evening... M-Mister. Can we three stay for free?... We are too far from home now."

The man sighs.

"Alright."


Noli smiles. He pops out coolgui.

spawn [Noodles] [state: hot] [1] [metal_fork] [state: normal] [1] at [robloxian's hand] [front of: noli]

 

EXECUTING SCRIPT...

DONE

Cooked noodles in a bowl and a fork popped up on the man's hands. He seemed content. He smiled and nodded. The three of them went in.

They threw theirselves on the beds. They soon feel asleep ontop eachother. Coolkid drooling, 007n7 clutching Noli's chest and Noli the big normal person sleeping.

It began the same way as always — in a room that wasn’t his, but felt like it should be.

Wooden floor. Firelight. Three bowls on a table. The smell of bread.

But the silence was too perfect.

Noli stood at the threshold, unsure if he’d walked or spawned here. The air buzzed faintly — like an error waiting to surface.

A man sat by the window, carving a bit of code into a length of wood with a thin-bladed knife. His face was weathered — younger than old, older than young. Dark eyes, silver-streaked hair. He didn’t look up.

“You came back,” the man said.

Noli stepped forward. “Who are you?”

The man smiled without humor. “Don’t know yet. Do you?”

He gestured to the bowls on the table. All steaming. All untouched.

“You should eat. It’s going to break soon.”

Noli sat slowly. Everything felt soft around the edges — like the code rendering the dream was struggling to keep it clean and properly without crumbling.

“I found the C00lGUI,” he said.

The man paused his carving.

“I know.”

“Who built it?”

The knife carved deeper. Wood curled like dead pixels.

“Me. And someone else. He had the hands. I had the heart. That’s how it worked — until it didn’t.”

Noli blinked. The fire stuttered. His breath fogged. One of the bowls had frozen solid.

“You mean you're Bitshift? I saw the credits of the c00lgui.”

The knife stopped.

The man didn’t answer.

Instead, he lifted the wood — now clearly a broken violin — and set it on the table. Strings snapped in slow motion. Dust bled from the cracks. A bloody rock fell ontop it.

“You can fix everything,” Bitshift said softly. “You can rewrite the world.”

Noli touched the violin.

It screamed.

The room folded inward. The windows became mirrors. The floor stretched down into black. Bitshift’s face melted into admin code — strings of binary and hex, all pulsing the same phrase:

ERROR: DESCENDANT DETECTED.

The wall cracked. A rock fell from nowhere — wet with old blood.

Noli backed away, extremely scared, eyes widened, heart beating loud enough to echo through the room, but the room had become a console window — massive and endless, with one command echoing in red:

He heard a voice now — not Bitshift, not his own — a voice like static dragged through teeth:

"Y̶O̶U̶ ̶C̶A̶N̶'̶T̶ ̶F̶I̶X̶ ̶W̶H̶A̶T̶ ̶I̶ ̶B̶U̶R̶I̶E̶D̶.̶ ̶Y̶O̶U̶ ̶C̶A̶N̶ ̶O̶N̶L̶Y̶ ̶D̶I̶E̶ ̶W̶I̶T̶H̶ ̶I̶T̶.̶"

He can hear a really loud static that slowly turns into a scream.

Then came the sound of another scream and he saw dark red. — and Noli woke up, sweat-soaked and breathless. His heart almost ripping out of his chest.

He’s on a block tower again. The tallest one he’s ever made. No one’s yelling at him to stop this time. No one’s making him come down.

Just wind, and his GUI floating beside him like a pet balloon.

He’s king here.

A crown appears in his hands. He laughs and puts it on. Lightning crackles. Toy soldiers below begin to cheer.

“You did it!” says someone below. “You’re the smartest now!”

He spreads his arms wide.

He flies.

Circles the clouds. Summons candy. Shoots fireworks from his GUI. The sky responds. It loops in on itself like a GIF — bright and stupid and perfect.

But then the cheering stops.

He looks down.

All the toy soldiers are gone. The block tower below him collapses like wet paper.

“Hello?” he calls out.

Nothing.

Just a whisper in the dark:

“Where did you get that GUI?”

The sky cracks. Something steps through it — tall, wrapped in wires and cloth. Its face is scribbled out. Its limbs glitch when it moves.

Scripter.

He doesn’t speak. He just types.

007n7 starts to fall.

He’s shrinking. Becoming younger. Dumber. Weaker. SUSCEPTIBLE.

The GUI flickers. His hands flicker. He screams — but it’s just binary now.

And then: a flash of white.

He’s standing on a frozen beach. A never-ending crystal clear ocean extends to the south. Gorgeous flowers and palm trees growing everywhere. a somewhat white-crystal like air polluates everything, making his vision not that far.

Beside him, a makeshift grave, two wood stakes held tight by vines of flowers:
HERE RESTS ERICK CASSEL.

A rock lies in the sand. Bloody. Still warm. Ontop of the grave, a hat.

A voice — calm and final — booms from the ocean:

“THE BLOOD REMEMBERS.”

007n7 turns to run.

But the beach scrolls infinitely.

And the waves are made of command lines.

At first: toys.

Everywhere.

Endless toy cars, spinning tops, plush dragons. A sea of color. He laughs, dancing through it, scooping toys into his arms.

He calls out: “Noli! 7n7! Come play!”

No one answers.

He doesn’t mind. There are more toys now.

A figure emerges from behind a pile of plushies.

Not Noli. Not 007n7.

A man. Tall. Hoodie too big. Scarf fluttering like glitch-ribbons.

Scripter.

He kneels, smiling gently.

“You like toys?”

Coolkid nods.

“There’s always more. But toys cost something, you know.”

Coolkid tilts his head. “I have coins.”

Scripter smiles wider. “No. They cost… pieces.”

The toys around him begin to melt.

Turn to wires. Turn to bones.

Turn to crawling black insects of code that burrow into Coolkid’s arms.

He screams — but black script pours from his mouth instead. They slowly become black spiders. He hates spiders.

He turns to run — but the ground has become a GUI window, and it’s closing.

In the sky, a child-shaped shadow watches him fall.

He hears the voice of Builderman — calm, cold:

“THE SINS OF THE FATHER NEVER DIE.”

As he falls, he sees a rock below — blood already on it.

Coolkid jerks awake, screaming. He gasps for air and slowly, tears stream down his eyes as he slowly starts whimpering.

The cold hadn’t gone. If anything, it had crept inside him — quiet and barbed, like a memory with claws.

His console was already on, humming. Not by touch.

It blinked like it had been watching.

Across from him, 007n7 stirred. Eyes wide open — but he didn’t blink.

Coolkid rolled over and mumbled, “I don’t like sand. It bleeds.” With tears in his eyes and cheeks.

No one moved for a long time.

The fire had died in the night.

Outside, snow fell sideways.

Noli sat up, trying to breathe steady. He opened his mouth to speak, to ask—

“Did you guys dream—?”

But the rest caught in his throat. Like it hit a wall made of static.

He tried again, slower. “Last night, I saw… a man… carving code…”

But his mouth went dry.

His words didn’t come out.

They were there — in his brain, on the edge of his tongue — but when he spoke, the air swallowed them like corrupt files.

His console flickered once. Then again.

Like it knew.

007n7 sat across from him, pale.

He clutched his console like a lifeline.

“I was flying,” he tried to say.

“I… I was… I had wings and…”

Static.

Words gone.

Like his voice skipped.

Instead of sound, a glitch passed between them. The kind of visual smear you see when a game crashes mid-frame.

Behind Noli, something pulsed in the bed.

A shape.

A rock.

Just for a frame.

Then gone.

Coolkid was drawing in the frost on the window. Shapes. Circles. Binary numbers.

“I saw…” he whispered.

A plush melted in his hand.

He stared at it, then dropped it.

His words — like the others — refused to come out.

Not even silence. Just… skipped.

They all knew something had happened.

But the GUI wasn’t letting them talk about it.

Not yet.

On Noli’s console, a flicker of red text surfaced without input:

Then it vanished.

Coolkid’s console beeped, once — faintly. A command auto-filled itself:

Noli stood. He looked out into the snow.

It was morning. But it didn’t feel like one.

He turned toward the others and said what he could say.

“Let’s just keep moving.”

007n7 nodded.

Coolkid, quiet now, hugged the blue toy car with no wheels.

In the corner of the console screen, just for a second:

A flickering image.

A rock, wet with red, half-buried in a snowbank.

Then it vanished.

Chapter Text

They packed slowly.

Noli’s hands hovered over the GUI, hesitant. Coolkid had barely touched his console since the nightmare. 007n7 was quiet, eyes distant — as if watching ghosts move in the snow.

Still, they moved forward. The snow had let up, the sky a dull gray slate above the sleeping village.

They headed out with full stomachs, frost-bitten boots, and the weight of something they couldn’t name clinging to their shoulders.

Their path took them deeper through the ice-clad valley, a narrow passage chiseled by old devs. The trail twisted between broken fences and warning signs long faded to static. They could hear rumours between old devs and the few robloxians who were in the ice-clad valley.

"Have you heard about the Sky-Eye observatory?"

"Yeah, heard it contained something big."

"Some say it could change your fate or something..."

They were following a rumor. A whisper about an old observatory — the Sky-Eye — where a powerful object had once been stored. Something that could change their fate.

They didn’t know yet what it was.

But they knew they had to find out, to live in peace and achieve their dreams.

"Why are we following an unknow rumour, big brother Noli?. . . " 007n7 questions.

". . . We can resconstruct our lives and have parents like we always wished."

Coolkid seemed eager now.

Hours Later 

They had just reached an old suspension bridge — its cables groaning under wind, its boards half rotten. The sea hit against the shore under the bridge.

“Safe?” 007n7 asked, eyeing it with caution and a hint of fear.

“Nothing’s safe,” Noli replied. his eyes narrowed in fear and caution. “We go one at a time.”

Coolkid was extremely scared, gripping onto 007n7's shirt. He always was scared of the sea.

Coolkid crossed first, slow and careful.

Then 007n7.

Then Noli.

They made it across — barely. The final step cracked, and Noli ended up falling. He gasped, his eyes widened.

"NOLI!" 007n7 shouted as he hurried to grab Noli's hand.

“RUN!” Noli shouted.

Too late.

The ground split beneath them.

The freezing cold sea became violent. Gravity spiraled. Their GUIs glitched violently — windows snapping open and shut like jaws.

Noli, 007n7 and Coolkid vanish into the fog below.

Coolkid screamed as he fell from the bridge, gripping his brothers.

They desperately tried to swim, gasping for air. Shouting eachother's names.

"BIG BROTHER NOLI!!"

"007N7!"
"COOLKID!"
Yet they couldn't find each other in the violently moving sea. They gasped for air. They startted being dragged by the flow. They tried to swim to find each other even more agressively, but no success. Coolkid wanted to cry, but something didn't let him. 007n7 sank. He was trying to scream, but he was underwater. The water muffled out his screams. Noli was trying to go against the current, but it simply made him spin over. 007n7 passed out underwater. Coolkid hit his head against a rock and went unconscious.

and Noli.

Noli tried to type something. A teleport command. But he messed up badly.

teleport(noli,007m7,cilkidddddmiqowen.kl) to (gsep village)

INVALID USERS
CORRECT USER: noli

 

EXECUTING SCRIPT. . . 

 

Noli fell unconscious.

007n7 woke up in a trench of code-burnt stone.

A crater. Broken machines. Empty syringes. The smell of something burning.

The place reeked of violence and desperation.

He tried to shout.

"Noli? Coolkid?" Poor boy. the fear in his voice was so raw. So evident.

He wasn’t alone.

Figures — half-starved Robloxians — skulked nearby, clutching stolen weapons and scrap food.

"Another stray," one muttered. They laughed upon looking at 007n7 scared. He was injured and with a part of his shirt torned.

He stood quickly, GUI flickering.

They moved toward him. He backed up. His fingers flew over the keys.

spawn: [knife] [state:sharp] [1]

EXECUTING SCRIPT. . .

DONE.

 

 

It blinked into his hand. His voice shook. He pointed the knife at them with trembling hands.

“S-S-Stay away. . . I don't want to- to hurt you. . .”

They laughed. And charged.

What followed wasn’t noble. It wasn’t clean.

By the end, he stood alone. Blood on his hands. Five corpses at his feet. He was terrified. His eyes widened in shock. He also was even more injured. His right arm bleeding. Tears streamed down his eyes as he gasped for air, trying to make sense of what he just did. He looked at his cracked glasses on the floor, above a pool of blood.

His GUI glitched, fizzled… then updated.

WARNING: SERIOUS TRAUMA DETECTED.

 

"T-they would’ve killed me. I know they would’ve. I didn’t have a choice… right?.."

Coolkid woke up into what looked like a broken lobby.

Empty chairs. Vending machines. A flickering sign: Admin Pizza: Now Hiring!

He was starving.

He tapped shortcuts in his GUI, but it wouldn’t respond. It kept looping a broken command:

spawn: [bread] [state: baked] [1]

UNKNOW ERROR UNKNOW ERROR UNKNOW ERROR

Coolkid sobbed, holding his stomach. Hours passed. The hunger made him dizzy.

He wandered into the kitchen — hoping, maybe, someone left something.

He continued trying to tap his c00lgui, looking for any commands that could work.

Teleportation.

No.

Food?

No.

Heal wounds?

No.

He continued trying everything. The kitchen smelled gas.

Then it happened.

His broken GUI finally fired a command —

  teleport: [heat_source]

—and the blast rocked the entire plaza.

He crawled from the kitchen, left arm torn, fingers charred black. He screamed until he passed out.

When he woke, it was gone. His arm — vaporized.

He never cried again after that.

c00lgui updated.

WARNING: SERIOUS TRAUMA DETECTED.

ATTEMPTING RESTORATION . . . 

UNKNOW ERROR UNKNOW ERROR UNKNOW ERROR

He had landed softer, in what looked like an old dev lab — half buried under snow.

He wandered, alone, through admin logs, cracked terminals, frozen memories.

He kept seeing reflections of himself. Glitching. Flickering. Becoming… other.

Then the call came.

A flicker in his GUI.

OBSERVATORY LOCATED AT: 50 MILES AWAY FROM HERE.

RETRIEVE: VOID STAR

He didn’t question it.

He started walking.

The trench had long gone cold. Days passed. Nights collapsed on themselves.

007n7 walked through wastelands of broken terminals and pixelated rot, surviving on what he could spawn — and sometimes what he had to steal. His coat was shredded. His console screen cracked, flickering erratically.

He learned quickly: kindness got you nowhere out here.

His GUI had become a mirror of his mind — efficient, brutal, unforgiving.

shortcut_"drain_resource"(target: hostile)"

Five days in, he stopped dreaming.

Ten days in, he stopped blinking.

He joined a crew of mercenary scavengers — half-bots, half-Robloxian — who paid him in broken code and bitter meat. He didn’t talk. Just typed, fought, survived.

Until the night the sky cracked.

A lightning storm — pure code, bleeding violet and blue — erupted above a dead forest. Every GUI within twenty miles rebooted itself.

His console hissed. Then a new message appeared:

DESTINATION LOCATED: SKY-EYE OBSERVATORY

REASON: NETWORK SYNC USER STATUS: MISSING USERS

He blinked. Something flickered behind his eyes — a memory of Noli, of Coolkid.

And he walked.

No food. No mercy. Only code.

Coolkid’s journey was slower.

He found out an old terminal. Somehow still running. He approached on it.

coolgui sparked to life alone. 

NEW AI IMPLEMENTED:
ERKCSL

"Welcome, user. I see that you don't desire for something ambitious. That's valuable. I will help you. In return, I ask you to let me live in here."

a voice came out. Soothing and extremely pacific.

“I like you,” the AI said once. “You remind me of someone…”

 

coolkid didn't question.

He limped through ruins and frozen alleys, wrapped in a coat too large and a scarf made of vending-machine wrappers. His GUI still glitched, but slowly began patching itself. the ERKCSL AI guiding him on where to go to the nearest robloxian.

He hated his reflection now — a boy with one arm and a smile that wouldn’t come back.

He avoided the few robloxians that were in place. He didn’t trust them anymore.

One day, he found a small village of children hiding in an admin-abandoned apartment block. They let him stay.

He made them laugh. He taught one of them to spawn toast.

For a few days, he felt… okay.

Then came the fire.

Someone put the whole house on fire.

The building went up in minutes.

Coolkid escaped with a boy on his back, coughing blood, screaming. The child lived.

But they blamed him.

He ran until his lungs gave out.

Collapsed in the snow.

Then his console beeped:

coolkid.update: logic=redirect (direction= SKY-EYE OBSERVATORY)

Reason: 50 miles away.

ERKCSL's Reason: Another c00lgui user is heading there.

He didn’t know why.

Didn’t care.

He stood up, held his toy car tight to his chest, and began to walk.

Toward the stars.

The lab had taught him too much.

He had discovered hidden functions buried beneath admin subcode — old commands not meant for players.

He found logs mentioning "Guest 666." Logs of failed containment systems. Logs of the Void Star.

He found the star’s last coordinates: Sky-Eye Observatory.

But more than that, his GUI changed.

It began to speak.

Not in words — but in pulses, instincts, suggestions. It whispered shortcuts in his dreams.

    
      syntax.rebuild(language=combined)
add_libraries([emotion, memory, time])
    
  

It wrote itself.

And one morning, before the snowstorm hit, it simply said:

IT’S TIME.

Noli didn’t argue.

He wrapped his scarf tighter, took a last look at the crumbling dev lab, and headed north.

Each step felt heavier.

Like the mountain already knew.

Days have passed.

The Sky-Eye Observatory loomed above the frost like a cathedral of glass and logic.

A twisted tower with a dome of cracked crystal, rotating gently with the orbit of something invisible above. Snow swirled around its foundation, but no flakes touched the top.

They arrived separately.

007n7 first. His eyes sharp, coat ripped to ribbons. His console buzzing with hostile scripts. He still wore cracked glasses.

Then Coolkid — hunched, coughing, quieter than ever.

He saw his brother. Coolkid immediatly teared up and rushed over his brother.

"007n7! You're alive!"
Coolkid hugged tightly 007n7 with his remaining arm like his life depended on it.

007n7 was too broken to cry. Instead, he just hug his brother back. His eyes didn't blink once. But he felt relieved.

And stopped.

Then Noli. Pale, frozen, but still holding himself like he knew something the others didn’t.

Noli appeared. He looked ath isb rothers and without a word, rushed over them and hugged them tightly.

They felt at peace after weeks of suffering.

They walked into the observatory together.

Inside: Silence.

And then, above the central platform — floating, humming, spinning like a shard of nightmare — was the Void Star.

It wasn’t just an object.

A purple glowing so bright that it felt like the light itself. A four pointed star.

It sang.

Not with music, but memory. The sound of code breaking. The echo of buried thoughts.

Coolkid stopped. His one hand clenched his coat.

007n7 backed up, whispering, he grabbed coolkid by his arm and pushed him back, like for safety. “This… this isn’t right.”

"Noli! This isn't safe, step away from it!"

"Why back up now? That's the key for our hope!"

"Noli, can't you see our situation?! All of this because of this artifact that we don't even know how to use!"

But Noli ignored and stepped forward.

His eyes wide.

And he reached.

The Void Star hovered in front of him, spinning faster.

It read his thoughts. His fears. His kindness.

And then it broke him.

The GUI screamed. Noli’s voice layered into static. Dozens of voices at once. Snippets of forgotten memes, cries of code, laughter from guests long dead.

He staggered, holding his head, sobbing. His hand still reached out.

Noli was dark purple constantly glitching out, the right side of his face becoming a purple skull and the left side a comedy mask. His skin had a burnt texture, and over his head, a hovering, glitching light-pink crown. 

His voice echoed through the room, but he wasn't speaking.

“I just wanted peace. I just wanted someone to say… we’re safe. And parents to love us.”

His GUI shattered — physically split into red glass-like shards.

Coolkid screamed. Noli was in extreme shock to do anything.

"NOLI!" 007n7 screamed as he tried to grab his brother's hand.

And the sky above the observatory turned black.

ALERT: BAN EXECUTION INITIALIZED

VIOLATIONS DETECTED:

• MURDER (x1)

• PROPERTY DESTRUCTION

• CORRUPTION SOURCE CONTACT

GUILTY USERS: NOLI / 007N7 / COOLKID

BAN DATE: IMMEDIATE

They tried to run.

The GUI didn’t let them. Like the Void Star was corrupting it.

Red beams locked them in place. The Void Star flared. Noli kept staring at the Void Star obssessively. Builderman’s voice echoed like divine thunder:

“You trespassed into memory. You dug up what I buried.”

Coolkid cried. “We didn’t mean to—”

“INTENT IS NOT RECOGNIZED.”

And just like that —

The world blinked white.

Then black.

Then nothing.

They were gone.

Banlands.

And it begins again.

They were held up tight into hovering prisons, alongside countless others. And there they would've wait.

Noli woke up first. He was still glitching out, but now more conscious.

007n7 and Coolkid woke up at the same time.

007n7 immediatly looked at Noli with anger. He stood up from his cage and tried to shake the cell's bars open. Rage in his eyes.

"NOLI! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"007N7, PLEASE CALM DOWN!" Coolkid said in-between sobs.

Noli looked at his brother. His face no longer the same. 007n7 was stunned, looking at what his brother became in horror.

"007n7?! COOLKID. I-I-I-I-I-'m SORRY. I–I–I–DIDN'T–meant–IT–"boing.mp3 plays faintly"–to h-happen."

Noli felt extreme urge to express, but his face muscles simply didn't move. the Void Star still hovered in his hand like an artifact.

They were too stunned to speak.

Coolkid still sobbed, he wanted to hug his brothers so bad.

007n7 was too shocked to remain enraged. Instead, he frowned and sat down. traumatized. Reflecting his choices.

Noli seemed nonchalant. But inside. He felt guilt.

And there? 
They would wait.
And wait.

And wait.
and wait.

And wait.

For. . .

10 long years. 

They didn't talk to eachother once.

A new cell popped up right on their sides.

that person was...

1x4.

Coolkid couldn't sob anymore. He simply stared at him with a never-ending sadness.

Noli looked at them.

007n7 pretended not to care.

Noli spoke up. His voice glitching out, sometimes his words being changed to random memes, old or not, loud or whispering, female or male, whatever the hell was in the "internet".

"H-Hey. W-Who aRE YOU?"

He didn't answer.

"Hey, Can you  hear me?"

1x4 simply ignored.

Noli gave up.

Coolkid looked at them.

"Hey... Mister... that's rude..."

1x4 looked at coolkid. Disbelief in his eyes.

"And who are you, to teach me about respect?"

". . . I'm just advising you."

007n7 was angry with his attitude.

"Respect, huh?” 007n7 muttered. “Big word. Try using it after starving in a pit for ten years.” He shaked the bars of his cell violently.

Noli watched the fight unfold. A distorted and low-quaality Demoman's laugh came from his mouth.

"Y-You ARE STIL THE S-S-S-S-AME As it Was music fragment plays in low quality."

007n7 scoffed.

1x4 looked at them.

He breathed in and out.

"1x1x1x1. Telamon's Account."

Coolkid was shocked. Noli even further. 007n7 used it as another reason to make a fight with him.
"Bet you're so damn rich that you can ################."

"Hey, 7n7, please stop with those comments..."
"C'mon Coolkid, you didn't change anything? really?"

Noli was angered.

"OI! R-R-R-R-R-R-R-espect. YOUR BROther!"

007n7 scoffed once more.

Silence.

For long years. No other words came out.

1x4 broke free.

Noli was flabbergasted.

007n7 sparked up in joy.

Coolkid was excited.

And then they tried to break free multiple times.
No success.

After almost a month, a world-wide message popped up. To all Robloxians and banned Robloxians and accounts.

TELAMON DISAPPEARED.

THE HEIGHTS COLLAPSED.

BRIGHT EYES IS MISSING.

THE SKY BLEEDS ORANGE.

1X1X1X1 IS NOW MARKED TO: KILL-ON-SIGHT.

Coolkid was heavily impressed. And a bit more wary;

007n7 smirked.

"If a lame random edge-lord guy can break the ####### Heights, we also can."

Noli was silent. He looked at the world-wide announcement.

Silence again.

Chapter Text

After three days of constant silence, Noli stood up. His cell shaked for a quick moment.

Coolkid looked at him, raising his eyebrow as he looked at his older brother.

"Noli?... What are you doing?..."

Noli flicked the Void Star hovering above his hand, it spins and twinkles in a distorted manner. 
He pressed the Void Star and it made a bunch of random noises in poor quality.

Boing!

Phone ring.ogg

explosion.mp3

mammamia!.wav

And he slammed it on his cell, causing it to warp out and glitch absurdly, screaming random noises in protest. Noli quickly rushed out of the cell by it's glitching bars, vanishing into the air. And unknow. 

007n7, who was just sitting there, watching Noli do his thing, stood up, his mouth open in shock.

"Hey! Noli! How'd you do that? Get us out of here!" He shaked the bars of his cell, girtting his teeth in anger.

Coolkid was uneasy, but also hopeful. He quickly stood up and looked at 007n7.

"007n7, please, calm down... I'm sure he'll come back for us."

The ground shattered with light.

And then — silence.

Not the electric, glitch-laced silence of the Banlands.

No. This one was... real.

The air smelled of coal and ash, burnt wood and old engine smoke. Snow had been replaced by dust, soot, and the distant clatter of mining drills. A really small town that somehow was technological enough to be considered "simple" and not indigenous vilalge. They were lying on a cracked blackstone road. Rusted pipes hissed steam into a yellow-gray sky. Signs were posted in an unreadable alphabet — broken glyphs and warped letters.

Noli sat up first.

His GUI no longer glitched like before. In fact, it didn’t even show at all. What hovered beside him was something else — a shadow of light, a floating star that pulsed in response to his thoughts. He didn’t speak commands anymore. He thought them.

Coolkid groaned and rolled onto his side. His coat was charred, but intact. His toy car had somehow survived. One arm. One dream left.

007n7 blinked awake last, rubbing dust from his cracked glasses. His fingers twitched like they still remembered a fight.

They sat there for a while. Not speaking. Just breathing.

Finally, Noli broke the silence.

"S-S-So... We’re not d ead."

"Could’ve fooled me," 007n7 muttered, dusting soot from his shoulder.

Coolkid looked around. "Where are we...?"

Noli paused. The name surfaced in his thoughts — an echo from that failed command he’d typed while falling.

"Coal Town."

idea.mp3

"Never heard of it."

"Neither have I. But... we’re together."

Coolkid slowly smiled.

"Does that mean we’re brothers again...?"

007n7 stiffened — but just for a second.

"...W-WWe never stopped be ing scout:"brother".mp3," he said quietly. "We just f-f-orgot hOow to act like i  menancing pause  -t."

Noli looked down at his glitching fingers. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t pull away either.

"Then let’s loud_menancing_sa2_"LIVE_AND_LEARN".ogg."

They needed food. Shelter. Money.

But they had tools — or at least something like them.

Coolkid’s c00lgui had mostly stabilized, his AI friend ERKCSL quietly helping from the background. Much more stabler and much more organized

007n7’s console, though cracked and bitter, still functioned. He was better with shortcuts now than ever.

"Hey, since when you had a cool ai?"
"I... Don't know. Genuinely."

"H-Hey Coolkid, atleast y-you've g   ot  something low whisper to aid you."

So they started small.

Pizza Delivery.

Noli's Void Star was corrupting the pizza boxes and turning them into random glitchy boxes.

He picks up a pizza box and... It literally crumbles in his hand, and the pizza who was weirdly floating just vanishes.

"deargod_soldier.wav"

One of the pizza delivery man looked at the box crumbling at his hand in horror. His name was Elliot and son of the owner of the Pizzaria.
"What the hell..."

Coolkid grabbed the pizza boxes and stared dumbfounded at the delivery bike in front of him.

He then looked at hsi missing arm. Frowning.

"I can’t ride the bike," Coolkid said.

007n7 laughed

"Silly Coolkid."

"You don’t need to," 007n7 grinned, using a shortcut to spawn a hover-delivery box. "Just strap the pizza in and teleport."

They got half the orders wrong. Noli accidentally duplicated a pizza mid-teleport and one of the customers had a panic attack by Noli's appearance.

"O-Oh."
"Welp."
"Uhh..."

They were fired in two days.

Fast-Food Counter Help.

Noli barely could grab the burguer without making it rot on the slightest touch.
"Dude_i'm_LAGGING!!!.wav"

Coolkid was the only one actually managing to work there properly, taking orders and sending his own clones to help the people preparing the meals.

007n7 was too busy trying unecessary shortcuts and putting stuff on fire/or taking the wrong orders due not paying attention.

A robloxian speaks up to him.
"Hey this is not my order."

"But I thought—"

Fired in one day.

"engineer_dammit.ogg"

"Aw man..."
"Ugh this is ########!"

Mail Delivery.

This went better. 007n7 optimized the routing algorithm. Noli altered space slightly to shorten the paths. Coolkid kept smiling at the old robloxians they delivered to, and they smiled back.

"happy booming voice H-Have a n-ni-ice day!" THe Void Star suddenly ringed for a brief moment.
He closed the door.

"Heh, no more walking." 007n7 implemented more shortcuts even to the dumbest stuff like getting up to grab the letters.

They worked there for four days.

Until Coolkid tried to deliver a package to a mailbox that didn’t exist and tore a small hole in space that somehow instantly melted anything that touched it.

Fired.

Mining.

one of the miners looked at them and spoke up.

“You boys remind me of the old dev teams. Dreaming big. That’s dangerous now.”

"This is awful," Coolkid whined. "My arms hurt. I only have one."

"M-Mine with your GUI," Noli offered, as he kept throwing Void Star at the rocks, causing them to evaporate in seconds with loud "screams".

007n7, already waist-deep in ore, yelled, "Don't tell him that! We’ll never finish the quota!"

They did. Barely.

But they hated it.

Barista.

Coal Town had one place where code-users were sort of welcome: the Neon Mug.

A high-end coffee lounge for traders and ex-devs.

Noli altered the sugar texture with a single thought. 007n7 built a GUI-scripted order manager that never crashed. Coolkid accidentally added too much cinnamon to a cappuccino and made a wealthy man laugh so hard he tipped ten times the bill.

He wore black fedora, sunglasses, luxury black tuxedo, armed with a flintlock with extra gunpowder and accompained by a tall rich woman with a luxurious red dress, red lipstick dyed nails, fur coat around her neck and a gorgeous white hat with long feathers.

"That’s the best mistake I’ve ever tasted. Here boy, have this." the man said, tossing a golden cube of Tix their way.

“There’s more to you than coffee and foam. I’ll be watching. Perhaps in the future you two could do great as my maids.”

007n7 was slightly disgusted at his comment.

It blinked into their hands.

More followed.

By the end of the week, they had more than they'd ever dreamed of.

They bought things. Small things.

Coolkid got a jacket that looked like a superhero costume and a hat shaped like a slice of pizza.

"Coolkid, you ain't a kid anymore."
"H-Hey, leeeeeetttt  him b    e."

007n7 bought a new pair of glasses and a wrist-console that tracked shortcut efficiency.

Noli didn’t want anything — but let Coolkid pick out a music box, which he kept.

They got a room. Clean beds. A heater.

Then... they tried drinks.

"LUNAR HORIZON" - Ingredients: Gin, Sugar Syrup, Lime Juice, Sparkling Water

Coolkid coughed halfway through the first sip.

"This tastes like burnt soda and sadness."

007n7 laughed for the first time in years.
He liked it.

Noli didn’t drink. The Void Star pulsed beside him, faintly red.

"N-Not for me," he said.

But he smiled.

"SHOOTING COMET" - Ingredients: Whiskey, Lime Juice, Mint Leaves, Sugar
Coolkid immediately spat the thing on the floor.

"This is worse than drinking alcohol gel!"

007n7 immediatly frowned and stared at it in disgust.

"Dude this is so ass."

Coolkid looked at him dumbfolded.
"How did you bypass the filter?-"

Noli take a sip of it. His head vanished for a few moments.

"hallelujah.ogg T-This issss  n-    n ICE."

"ROSETTE NEBULA" - Ingredients: Vodka, Cranberry Juice, Cointreau, Lime Juice

Coolkid took a quick sip. He liked the light sweet taste, pretending he did not pour sugar on his cup.

007n7 quickly opened his c00lgui and set his cup on fire.

Noli took a sip and his head starts warping out, changing shapes, floating, slowly spinning or spinning too fast.

"eminem_without_me_coughing.ogg"

"THE BIG BANG" - Ingredients: White Rum, Dark Rum, Orange Curacao, Orgeat Syrup, Lemon Juice

Everyone just agreed to not make this one.

"RED MOON" - Ingredients: Tequila, Orange Juice, Grenadine Syrup

Coolkid finally liked it without pouring sugar into his cup.

007n7 finally enjoyed it without swearing a single word.

Noli didn't glitch out this time.

they laughed, now pretty much drunk enough to kill a deer.

Plans

One night, after splitting a roasted admin-beast and trading jokes about their terrible jobs, Coolkid spoke up.

One night, while they're sitting in their rented room, 007n7 starts saying:
“I didn’t think we’d… ever laugh again.”
He doesn’t finish. He just stares at the wall, and Coolkid gently nudges his arm.

"I want to do something big."

"Like what?"

"Something that matters. Not like pizza. Not like coffee. Something people remember."

007n7 nodded. "Something heroic."

Noli looked at the Void Star — then at his brothers.

"TT-hen we s   hou ld start with one thing. L-Let’s reeee PAIR the booming voice Broken Signal Tower."

They all turned to look at the distant structure — tall, cracked, and pulsing with dead code.

Reactivating it would bring connection back to half the valley. Restore GUI access to old users. Maybe even open channels to the Snow Village.

"Let’s do it,"

"T-TomorrOw."

They all went to bed and fell asleep.

He found himself in the snow, not cold but familiar. The old village from before the Banlands — but softer, washed in pastel skies and pixelated snowflakes. There were no burns, no missing arm. Just him.

He was seven again.

Snow was falling, but not cold. It tasted like cotton candy when it touched his tongue. The clouds were purple. The trees were made of tinsel. The houses, candy-colored mockups of Snow Village — too bright, too perfect. It felt like a dream playground sculpted from a childhood wish.

Coolkid giggled. He hadn’t laughed like this in years.

Noli was there, still tall, still the big brother, but not glitched. Whole. Calm. With a scarf that never seemed to settle around his shoulders.

007n7 was stacking snowbricks into a wobbling tower, pretending not to look proud of how tall it was. Cracked glasses, yes, but he smiled. Just a little.

They were together.

Coolkid didn't want it to end. They built snow castles. Shared candy-syrup bottles. Laughed.

Then…

The sky flickered.

One of the houses melted into jagged polygons.

In the distance, a mountain of broken dev terminals rose like a shadow, and atop it sat a cloaked figure. Watching. Flickering. Fractured. His face was pitch black.

His admin tag flashed: Bitshift. Sometimes flickering between “GUILTY,” “Unknown Admin,” and “Dad?”

Coolkid stepped closer, heart sinking.

"Who’s that?" he asked.

Noli and 007n7 froze.

Bitshift stood.

His voice came like snow static:

"My sins built your childhood. My legacy broke your world."

Coolkid woke up  in the same dream. Somewhere else.

But older now. He could feel it. His body was childlike, but his mind remembered pain. Remembered the fire. Remembered losing his smile.

Yet here, he smiled.

Noli and 007n7 were there — also kids, but slightly older than he remembered. Their eyes carried years. Noli’s glitched faintly around the edges. 007n7 had the same cracked glasses.

They laughed.

They built a tower of snow. Like the one from their dreams long ago.

“We did this once,” Coolkid said quietly. “When we were little.”

“We are little,” 007n7 replied. But his voice wasn’t quite right. Too deep. Like his older self was leaking through.

“I remember this,” Noli said. His hands flickered. The Void Star floated above him, dimmed to a soft blue glow. “But… something’s wrong. Look.”

They turned.

At the edge of the snowy dream, a giant silhouette stood — unmoving, faceless. Wearing a long developer trench coat, his face fractured like cracked glass, flickering with old admin badges. His tag said BITSHIFT.

Coolkid took a step toward it.

"...Who are you?"

He heard a voice, layered and soft — like static whispering through a childhood lullaby.

"Forgive me. I thought I was saving everything."
"I tried to build a GUI that would protect what we were..."

Suddenly, a image of a burning skull replaced his head, with extremely loud distorted scream and static as the snow faded to black. He could faintly hear some words between the distorted screams.

"I'M SORRY"
"MAKE IT STOP"

"NO"
"NO"
"PLEASE"

pitch black.

A small droplet fell from the air.
Then something loud being dropped.

Panting.

Whispers in ancient language.

Wings flapping.

Gasps.

Silence.

He stood in a palace.

Gold, obsidian, and blinding lights. Cameras flashed. A red carpet stretched endlessly.

Everywhere, people chanted his name.

"7n7! 7n7! The savior of Robloxia!"

He wore a long obsidian trench coat, and every movement spawned sparks of elegant code. Women waved. Men bowed. Kids wanted his autograph.

He had everything.

Then someone whispered behind him:

“Do you even remember them?”

He turned.

Noli and Coolkid stood there — older, tired. Distant.

“You made it,” Coolkid said, voice hollow.

“You forgot us,” Noli added. “You left.”

7n7 blinked. “No... I didn’t... I—”

The palace cracked.

He teleported inside the palace.

He entered a studio. Lavish. Endless screens, each playing a highlight of him: fighting, coding, saving.

But he was alone.

He stared at a picture frame. A glitch blinked across the image.

It was a drawing he had made as a child: him and his brothers in front of a castle made of toys.

A voice spoke.

"You got everything you wanted. Fame. Power. Why don’t you feel it?"

It was himself. An older, colder version.

Then, the ceiling fell away, revealing the stars.

Floating high above was a figure in admin armor. Bitshift, but younger. Less broken. He was holding a child’s toy tower in one hand, and c00lgui’s core file in the other. His face was corrupted, a black box censoring it.

Bitshift looked down at 007n7.

"You want adoration. I wanted protection."

"We both sacrificed something real to get there."

Then the stars exploded into error messages.

And 007n7 fell, endlessly, through a hallway of broken mirrors.

Glitched.

The red carpet twisted into chains. The gold began to flicker.

Behind the crumbling wealth stood a tall figure. Familiar. Bitshift, again. Now cloaked in glitch-light. Holding an old blueprint in one hand, and a shattered helmet in the other. The blueprint read:

PROJECT: C00LGUI
Co-Developers: Scripter / Bitshift
Prototype Stability: Failing

Bitshift's face was pitch black, but he looked at him with empty sockets where his eyes should be, casting an ominous glow. A raspy and bone-chilling voice spoke up.

"Fame means nothing when you've buried your own blood."

It smiled uncannigly. A bloody rock fell on the floor.

It lunged at him with screams.

007n7 eyes widened.

He floated.

Not on land.

Not in sky.

But in the Void.

The space between Banlands and whatever hell Guest 666 called home.

Around him spun thousands of red cubes — slowly orbiting a vast, burning black hole. He saw corpses of GUIs, shattered admin code, forgotten systems, broken Tix melting like wax.

The Void Star hovered at eye level — pulsing. Bright. Angry.

It whispered.

"This is where he was judged."
"This is where your ancestor failed."
"This is where you will choose."

Noli saw images.

• Bitshift, standing before a tribunal of faceless admins. He argued for emotional GUIs. AI capable of learning compassion. Capable of regret.

• Erick Cassel, dead in a conference room, blood on his orange shirt and hat, a hole in his nape, static pouring from the screen behind him.

• Scripter, weeping silently as the Void Star was sealed into the Sky-Eye.

Bitshift, chained in digital shackles, thrown into the Void. His legacy erased. His code — passed down to three boys who never knew him.

Noli now was underwater.

Or in space.

Or somewhere in between.

He was floating in total blackness, lit only by the pulsing hum of the Void Star, orbiting around his body like a heartbeat.

Every pulse was a memory.

He saw:

• Bitshift arguing in a courtroom of admins. Shouting, screaming, pointing fingers and being pointed at. Telamon on the center of the room, aiming his Illumina blade at him. Scripter was there too. Young. Wide-eyed. Unbelief on his face.

• Blueprints of something called Void_Star_Interface_Module

• Text logs: "Emotional Feedback Not Contained. Testing Failed. Erick Cassel missing."

• A hallway drenched in blood. Cassel's body in a corner. Bitshift whispering, "I didn’t want this..."

• MrDoombringuer with a tear in his eye, holding a massive Ban Hammer, looking at someone chained.
• Void.

Then the dream shifted.

He was in the Sky-Eye Observatory, pristine, clean. No corruption.

He saw the Void Star being sealed inside its core.

He heard Scripter say:

"If this thing ever wakes up, it’ll tear its wielder apart from the inside."

"Bitshift called it a bridge to Guest 666. But it’s a mirror. It shows what you hate most about yourself."

Noli walked closer to the Star.

It didn’t glow purple.

It glowed pink. Like innocence lost. Or hope forgotten.

A whisper reached his ear, not from Bitshift, but from himself:

"I just wanted a family to survive."

And in that final instant, Noli reached out — not toward the Void Star, but toward the memory of laughter. Of snow. Of his brothers.
He didn’t touch salvation.
He touched regret.

Then the star shattered.

Noli’s dream glitched harder than the others.

The Void Star reached into him — uncoiling its corrupted roots into his mind.

He saw memories that weren’t his.

• A line of code: if user.lost == true then protect(user)

• A lullaby sung in Bitshift’s voice.

• The Sky-Eye Observatory, once pristine, its core meant to shield the Void Star — not house it. The tower was a prison. Built by Scripter. With a single line etched inside:

“Don’t open the star. It opens you.”

Noli screamed.

His scream warped out and was much deeper and slower than before.

And then—

They stood again in the Void.

No longer alone.

They could see each other now — really see. All wearing fragments of who they were, and who they had become.

And standing before them, looming, was Bitshift.

But... not as a man.

As a silhouette of code. His body flickering through timelines. Younger in some frames. A monster in others. A father. A ghost.

“You’re my blood,” he said. “The last of my failsafe.”

“If you reach the Tower again... you must not become what I became.”

“The Void Star doesn't destroy. It mirrors. It multiplies what you already are. And turns one of your multiplied mind into a twisted version of what you feel.”

“And the closer you go to the core — the closer you are... to him.”

“You’ve had your laughter. You’ve had your drinks. Now prepare.”

"Change the future."

"And forget the Void Star. And save your brothers."

The void swallowed him.

The boys fell backward, screaming, except for Noli.

And woke up — gasping — in their beds.

The heater hummed.

The window was cracked.

Coolkid’s toy car blinked faintly.

Noli clutched the Void Star. It was whispering again. Too quiet to hear, but too loud to ignore.

007n7 wiped his brow.

“…Did you guys dream about someone named Bitshift?” he muttered.

Coolkid just stared at the ceiling, heart racing.

Noli didn’t say a word.

". . . Y-YHes."

"I-I think he's something to us."

"Loud booming voice  O-Our ancestor."

". . . At this point I won't question anything."

Silence.

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The morning after their shared dreams broke like wet glass in sunlight. The air was colder, the skies over Coal Town dimmer than before. The Void Star pulsed weakly in Noli's hand, barely coherent. Their moment of laughter was over.

"W-We neEddD to   g o  o," Noli said. "Somew-w-h ere it can be sealed."

"Tch. After what happened there? I ain't gonna risk losing you two again. And my mind."007n7 scoffed.

Coolkid was a bit wary. He sighed.

"Noli... Are you sure about it? I mean, 7n7 is right... It' dangerous."

Noli simply nodded.

007n7 adjusted his new glasses, pulling up what maps he could scrape from broken GUI fragments. Coolkid clutched his toy car like a compass.

"Sky-Eye?" Coolkid asked. "Can we go back?"

Noli hesitated. "M-M-M aybe. But we don't even know how f -a-a-a    ar it is.     I... I can't t-t-t-trace the low whisper GUI anchor anymore."

007n7 frowned. "I triangulated something. There's an inn — 150 miles northwest. Coordinates are warped, but... it’s still there."

"Whose inn?"

"Matt Dusekkar."

The name landed like a thunderclap. Noli looked away. 007n7 winced. Even Coolkid flinched.

"You mean the pumpkin head guy? Who goes by the title of "All-Knowledge Fountain?"..." Coolkid asked.

Noli was stoic.

The journey wasn’t easy. They borrowed a rusted hoverbike from the Neon Mug's junkyard, patched together with Void Star energy, Coolkid's GUI, and some good old 007n7 teleport shortcuts. It creaked, sputtered, and occasionally screamed like a dying goose, but it got them moving.

The terrain shifted from blackstone and soot to gray forests and wire-rooted hills. Strange creatures eyed them from the shadows, ones that hadn’t respawned correctly since the last system-wide rollback.

They camped at night beneath glitching stars.

Coolkid tried to cheer them up, humming broken menu music from old Roblox hubs. He kept fiddling with a plastic bottle, pretending it was a ray gun.

007n7 monitored the Void Star’s interference range. Every time he checked, the radius was expanding.

Noli said little. The closer they got to Sky-Eye, the louder the Void Star whispered.

It took them five days.

The inn stood on a clifftop, carved into fractured stone like a fortress that had grown tired of defending itself. Lava vents hissed in the distant ravines below. A billboard hovered, flickering with a long-faded message:

Welcome to The Dusekkar Drop — Where Your Memory Ends and Your Next knowledge Round Begins.

Coolkid chuckled. "Sounds friendly."

Noli stepped forward. The Void Star throbbed once. He swore it sighed.

The door creaked open before they touched it.

Inside, it smelled like ash, whiskey, and admin essence. A heavy piano played itself in the corner. Dozens of bounty posters were nailed to the walls, half of them featuring corrupted versions of the trio. 

And at the bar — cleaning a chipped glass with a rag of code — sat Matt Dusekkar. Behind him, countless piles of books, bookshelves, writing machines, ink, pen, feathers, scrolls and astronomical equipment.

His pumpkin head with antlers pretty much remained the same: fire and judgment. The flame still burned bright inside his head. His badge blinked. His dagger gleamed at his hip. He held tight a staff with something coiled onto it's tip, still wearing the same white robe.

"Well. If it isn’t the descendants of that psycho."

007n7 eyes narrowed as he would silently prepare a c00lgui command, suspecting something.

Noli was quiet.

Coolkid raised an eyebrow. He raised a hand. "Hi, Matt."

"You’ve got nerve coming here with that thing."

The Void Star pulsed — bright. Matt’s hand went to his staff.

007n7 stepped in. "We’re not enemies. We’re here to find a way to seal it. That’s all."

Matt stood. His chair scraped loudly. "Seal it? That’s rich, coming from the brat that wanted fame, the child who played with AI, and the broken one who carries his murderer’s heart." He gripped his staff tighter.

Coolkid froze.

Noli whispered. "D-D-on’t say his name."

Matt stepped down from the bar. His coat rippled with stored admin code. "He killed Erick. My friend. My family. And you carry the thing he made. You expect me to help you?"

Noli's voice was barely a whisper. "I-I d-didn’t choOOSSe tHIs."

The Void Star flared, bright red — and the room shook.

Fight.

Matt’s glass exploded. The bar cracked. Coolkid instinctively threw up a GUI shield. 007n7 activated a time-skip, but Matt was too fast — moving like he had a personal server clock.

A table shattered under Noli’s misfire. Glass turned to sand midair. GUI windows burst into flame.

Matt spun the staff in his hand and fired sequences of lightning beams.

Noli would use Void Star to absorb it and redirect it.

He stood in one knee and suddenly rushed at Matt in blinding speeds.

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It nearly hit Matt, Matt countered with a fierce kick and hurled Noli onto 007n7.

Coolkid quickly used a healing command onto the two, but on Noli it had no effect.

Noli stood up and throwed Void Star. Matt dashed to the side, doging it. A magnetic force pulled Matt with a deafening sound.

Void Star re-appeared at Noli's hand.

007n7 summoned his clones without hair and they started up beating the living crap out of Matt.

Coordenated, kicks, punches, throws, jabs and palm-strikes that moved like a dance.

Matt hit his staff against the clones, making them disappear. He spun his staff twice, and suddenly, 007n7's c00lgui malfunctioned and couldn't be popped up.

"Son of a-"

Matt threw his dagger at 007n7 and using his staff, multiplied it by 10.

Noli dashed in and used Void Star to create a purple barrier that took up all the daggers.

Coolkid teleported behind Matt and tried stealing his staff.

Matt noted it and quickly shoved it on his head. Coolkid screamed upon being hit and fell onto the floor.

"This ends here."

Matt spun his staff thrice and summoned a ban-script — raw and blue. Coolkid tackled him at the last second, breaking the spell.

Then — a shockwave.

All froze.

At the top of the stairwell — a figure in a white cloak.

Scripter.

His eyes glowed gold. His coat shimmered with legacy updates and patch notes. Time paused around his feet.

"Enough."

Even Matt hesitated. The ban-script fizzled in his hand.

Scripter stepped down, slow. Gentle. His voice wasn’t loud, but it commanded.

"He’s not Bitshift. And neither are you still the boy who shattered everything in rage, Matt."

Matt lowered his staff.

Scripter looked to the trio. "Come with me."

The three of them quickly went behind Scripter.

Matt sighed.

"When will you learn, Scripter?"

"Whenever Builderman is back at command."

007n7 raised an eyebrow.

They entered the server basement of the inn. It was older than Coal Town — built with code from before even the Old GUI wars. Glowing conduits ran along the walls. In the center: a locked admin terminal. It hummed in recognition of Scripter.

"This," he said, "is Sky-Eye’s base layer. It’s unstable. But if we combine my admin thread, Matt’s security override, and the Void Star’s pulse signature — we can force it open."

"W-W-hAt dO yOu meeeannn?"

"After you grabbed Void Star, Sky-Eye was pratically unstable enough to shatter anything that wasnt the one holding Void Star the second they approached the Observatory. And since it has been locked with Telamon's signature, and Telamon is missing, we can't break it, unless we do it here with all our combined efforts."

007n7 frowned. "And that won’t tear the world in half?"

"Only a little."

Matt stood at a console, grumbling. "I still don’t trust them."

"Matt. They're just children in adult bodies. They had nothing to do with Bitshift."
Matt scoffed and kicked the server behind him, causing it to crash.

Scripter groaned upon Matt's action.

"You know that c00lgui is a tool for war, don't you?"
". . . They just don't know it yet. And trust me, it won't be used for it."

"Last time you said that, you almost removed Telamon's right wing."

"Silence."

Matt recoiled at his words.

Scripter sighed as he would mess with the locked admin terminal.

Coolkid looked to Scripter. "Can we really seal it?"

Scripter sighed. "Maybe. If we reach Sky-Eye. If the Void Star doesn’t devour Noli first."

The Void Star flickered — soft, gentle.

Noli clutched it.

"T-TheN w-We gg-oo."

Scripter would type a few commands into the terminal and it clicked and startted to hum loudly.

He snapped his finger.

Matt, although not wanting to, groaned and approached the terminal. He raised his staff and right hand. 
Scripter started to murmur things.

Matt spoke to Noli.

"Come here, boy, let the thing do it's work. Don't force me to wait any longer."

Noli slowly walked towards teh terminal, and the Void Star reacted. It started to spin faster and say whispers in an incomprehensible speed.

The terminal glowed brighter.

Then silence.

Click.

Scripter smiled.

"Unlocked. Now do the right thing, boy."

Coolkid smiled and jumped in joy.

007n7 just smirked and fixed his glasses.

Noli couldn't express using his face, so instead he just nodded.

"Hey Matt, give him the thing."

"Fine."


Matt shoved his hand on his robe and took out a small glowing blue orb. It had ancient writings on it. Matt tapped his staff on it and handed it to Coolkid.

"keep this. I can give you orders and know what you're doing with this thing. Just don't die."

Coolkid examined it and put it into his pocket.

Scripter spoke up.

"Sky-Eye is like 150 miles away from here. And it's already late... Why not to rest?"

"I-It's NOT A-A-A-Cctu-aLLY a Bad iDEa."

"Scripter, are you kidding?! In MY house?!"

"Hey, let them be."

007n7 closed his eyes and sighed. He looked at Matt.

"I don't trust you."

Matt angrily pointed his finger at 007n7.

"Really? And you think I do trust you?"

They were ready to leave.

Scripter waved to them while inside, Dusekkar sipped coffee.

"Sebastian_solace_goodbye.ogg"

"Bye."
"Bye!!"

Coolkid happily waved to them.

Noli and 007n7 started walking away.

Just before they depart, Scripter quietly hands Coolkid a metallic device — shaped like a stylized clock hand.

“This... isn’t mine. Clockwork wanted you to have it. If time goes out of sync near the Void Star, activate it. Once.”

Coolkid blinked. “Wait, Clockwork knows me?”

Scripter smiled faintly. “You’re not just your pain, Coolkid. You’re part of something bigger. Now go. good luck."

He walked away with his brothers towards Sky-Eye once more.

Faintly, the sun glitched out and then back to normal.

Chapter Text

They arrived at the edge of Cinnamon City just after sunrise — a metropolis of golden light and fragrant smoke, where the very air smelled like sugar and spice. Caramel fog rolled over streets paved in syrupstone. Mechanical carts beeped past vendors selling cinnamon-tinted hats, spicy cola, and sugar-cubes.

Coolkid sneezed immediately. “Too much cinnamon.”

007n7 grinned. “Smells like money to me.”

Noli simply stared. The Void Star pulsed dully, almost content in the warm wind.

They started exploring the city. Merchants offered them regional drinks, msotly involving cinnamon and extremely sweet combinations. Of course Coolkid liked everything.

007n7 favourite one was the spicy one, where Coolkid burnt his tongue and he laughed about it.

Noli was eating raw sugar cubes for some reason, each time he ate, Void Star would spin faster, like getting satisfied each time he ate.

"You finna get diabetes this way." The merchant says to Noli.

"I-I'm p r-e-e-etty  muc h fine."

Coolkid took a sip of KoolAid, served in a clean glass cup with ice cubes. It was served by a gorgeous woman with long brown hair, a straw hat with roses, black eyes, a gentle smile, light red coat over a green shirt, dark brown pants and simple shoes.

He LOVED it and bought about ten cups and made the tip jars full.

007n7 made some pretty much wrong jokes about Coolkid and that woman. He kinda liked the juice.

Noli took a sip of KoolAid. Void Star melted it in the same instance he drank it, like it firmly rejected it.

Coolkid insisted that he wanted to go on the trampoline, but he was way too old for it. He kept mumbling bad things about the one who didn't let him go on the thing.

007n7 was defending the one who didn't let him go through, since after all, Coolkid was literally 25.

Noli kept spamming random memes and music as they walked through.

Sometimes they laughed at the memes.

They stopped at a neon-colored vendor stall, where Coolkid bought a bag of cinnamon-dusted glitch-puffs. Noli handed over a few Tix from their dwindling stash.

“I-I think… w-we should st-a-ay l-l-low,” Noli warned.

“Agreed,” 007n7 muttered. “This city’s buzzing with scripts and mafia tags. Someone’s tracking code everywhere.”

They found shelter in a cheap capsule hotel, where each room was no bigger than a coffin. While they rested, 007n7 snuck out.

He wandered through alleyways and open-air terminals, guided by curiosity and something darker — a whisper. It led him to a high-rise casino decked in bronze trim. A glowing symbol burned above the entrance: The Ember Donut.

Inside, figures in tailored coats and cinnamon-colored glasses lounged on red couches. Money flickered in the air like golden dust. 

A voice called to him:

“You look like someone who deserves more.”

He turned. A tall, well-groomed Robloxian in a fur-lined cinnamon cape stood at the bar, sipping amber liquid. He had a fancy fedora with a rose on his head, black hair and neatly shaved beard. Behind him, armed bodyguards with different weaponries, wearing tuxedos of reverse color. Their weapons are mostly cheap, like wood planks, crowbars, police batons and some with swords. His badge read: Don Magnaro. By his side, woman in luxurious clothing, mostly seductive.

“You worked at the Neon Mug, didn’t you?” Don Magnaro said, swirling his drink. He took a sip of it. “My son mentioned you. Said you made quite the foam art.”

“…We delivered drinks,” 007n7 said, cautious.

“And you made waves. Your brothers drag you down. But alone? You could lead something. Be something.”

He handed over a glowing card: "The Ember Seal."

“Use this, and Cinnamon City becomes yours. Power. Wealth. Legacy.”

007n7 stared. The temptation burned hotter than the spice in the air.

Back with the group, Noli and Coolkid were exploring the local Plaza Hub when three mafia goons cornered them.

“You insulted Don Magnaro’s son,” the tallest said. “Now you pay.”

Noli stepped forward. “W-W-we d-didn’t do an-ything!”

Coolkid tried to shield Noli with his arm. “We just delivered coffee!”

One goon struck. Noli deflected with the Void Star — barely. It lashed out with a surge of glitch energy that broke a lamp post in two.

Coolkid shouted, “Run!”

A chaotic chase ensued. The streets twisted. Shortcuts opened. Vendors screamed as bread and spice exploded from toppled carts.

007n7 spotted them from a rooftop.

He could stop it.

He could betray them.

He gripped the Ember Seal.

Then he saw Coolkid take a punch to protect Noli.

He saw Noli shielding Coolkid with his own body, Void Star humming low like a song of mourning.

“…I’m not ready to be king,” 007n7 muttered.

He tossed the Ember Seal into a nearby trashfire.

He jumped.

Landing hard, he summoned a clone wall to block the goons and teleported his brothers behind a spice cart. GUI commands flashed.

The trio vanished in a cloud of sugar smoke.

Pursuit broke out again.

Seven goons chased after them.

They quickly ran through a pile of wood boxes, full of fruits. 007n7 smirked and rushed to knock them over, creating an obstacle.

Noli messed with Void Star. He grabbed his two brother's arms and paused. 

"Drivinginmycarrightafterabeer.wav"

He lunged at extreme speeds, making  really loud noise and making an extremely considerable distance.

Coolkid popped his c00lgui and typed a few commands.

Clones emerged from the ground and grabbed upon a few goon's legs, pausing them in their tracks.

007n7 typed a few commands.

teleport:somewhere (condition: far from: heights, ill-intent people, sea, sewers)

 

EXECUTING...

They teleported away.

The goons groaned and scattered, trying to find them.

They didn’t speak until they were outside danger.

Coolkid wiped blood from his cheek. “You okay, 7n7?”

“…Yeah.”

Noli just looked at him. “Th-thank you.”

007n7 didn’t respond.

They stopped close to a restaurant. They entered in an alleyway. THey sat down close to a trash can and leaned against the walls. A strong smell of cinnamon leaked through the back door of the restaurant. A raccoon was messing with a few trash cans.

Coolkid was mostly exhausted. He popped his c00lgui and generated 3 cooked steak. He grabbed one with his mouth, tossed the other one to 007n7 and gave the one who fell on the floor to Noli. They quickly ate it and went silent.

"What even happened there?"

"That rich aah man offered me the wealth and fame anyone would desire. But I got mad and cursed him."

"y-You a-a-lways the one to s-st-art ff-fights, are-n't you, 7n7?"

"Tch, shut up."

Coolkid frowned.

"Hey, don't say that. We are still brothers."

"Look, Coolkid, I ain't brother of the one who put us in this situation."

"Hey!" Coolkid shouted angrily.

"N-No, i-it's fin-ee-e-e-, co OLkid."

007n7 eyes narrowed further, his voice far more angered.

"Heh. Of course you'd take the blame. You've always been to kind, Noli. that put us in this situation."

"And y-y-ou think I-i'd let us s-s-uffer like th-a-t? T-Think for a se cond, 7n7." Void Star flashed red for a moment, like if angered.

Everyone went silent.

Coolkid sighed and tried to grab an old ball on the floor with his missing arm, but noticed again that he had no left arm.

007n7 raised an eyebrow.

"Hey Coolkid, never tried to heal your arm using the "heal" command?"

". . . I'm afraid of the side-effects..."

"Hey, boy, life means nothing if you don't take risks."

"Co-olkid i s r-right, 7n7." 

Silence again.

"Ugh.. By the end I will never be able to jump on a trampoline..."

Noli looked at him.

007n7 also looked at Coolkid, sadness in his eyes. He fixed his glasses.

Void Star twinkled and spun about twice.

Weirdy, Noli stood up and started moving towards northwest. 

"Hey, wait!" Coolkid quickly stood up and followed after his brother.

"Oi, coolkid!"

007n7 also quickly stood up and went after his brother.

That night, while the others kept walking, a new card flickered into 007n7's hand — printed from thin air. It read:

"You chose poorly. But we always offer a second chance. The throne still waits."

— The Voice Beneath Cinnamon."

007n7 closed his hand.

In the shadows, the Void Star pulsed — as if sensing something coming.

And far behind them, in Cinnamon City, Don Magnaro set down his drink and whispered in a radio:

“Burn the Tower before they reach it. They ain't gonna do #### after insulting me.”

Chapter Text

The hills were burned cinnamon brown, the air dry and heavy with old code. It had been three days since Cinnamon City — three days of silent walking, the Void Star pulsing like a metronome of dread. Noli hadn’t spoken much. 007n7 had become unusually quiet. Coolkid still tried to hum old GUI menu themes, but even his voice had grown smaller.

The plains shifted to rocky terrain. Cracked stone, old ruins, and shattered remnants of an ancient server path littered the horizon. Somewhere ahead was Sky-Eye — they could feel it.

But something else found them first.

They were surrounded before they even noticed.

A dozen shadows dropped from the cliffs. Clad in gray-and-black armor lined with glowing veins of crimson, the Dark Age Ninjas encircled the trio. Their eyes burned behind facemasks, and blades shimmered with runes from another continent.

The leader stepped forward. His badge read: Jato of Metur.

"You cross the scorched border of the Eastern Keep," Jato said. "State your allegiance."

007n7 raised his hands, slowly. "We’re not with anyone. Just travelers."

Coolkid laughed nervously. "Definitely not enemies. Probably. Maybe."

Noli didn’t say a word. The Void Star twitched in his hand, reacting to the energy from the ninjas.

Jato’s eyes narrowed. “That relic… it was never meant to breathe again. Where'd you get that?"

007n7 chuckles.

"I went to your mom's house to ############# and ####### and she gave me that as thanks gift."

coolkid is horrified.

Noli barely reacts.

"Respect me, little brat."

“He carries corrupted divinity. The Void Star. You think we’d let you pass?”

Another ninja moved lightning-fast, appearing behind Noli. “We should take it now. Before it opens.”

“W-W-WE d-d-don’t wanT T-TrOUBLE—”

The ninja raised his blade.

Noli vanished.

The fight exploded.

Noli, now nothing more than a blur, shot across the field at train-like speed. The Void Star trailed behind him in a chaotic stream of code energy. He reappeared behind the ninja — arm outstretched.

SHUNK.

The Void Star impaled into his target. The ninja evaporated into corrupted particles — a clone.

Another attacked from above. Noli twisted, flipped, and shot forward, leaving glitch-trails behind.

Noli ducked and countered with a lunge. he hit his face, killing him.

One of the ninjas made a bunch ofh and signals and threw something at blinding speeds at Noli. It pierced his nape and went through it. Noli coughed. static leaked through him.

Noli then twisted void Star and pretended to threw it at him, and he vanished right behind Noli, but then, he slammed it on the ground, creating a devastating explosion. The ninja melted.

Coolkid clapped his hand on the gui. “GUI: FLAMETHROWER CLONES.”

Three clones exploded into flame as they ran through the field, screaming with fire-coated limbs. The ninjas dodged, but one got clipped and spun into a tree. Another kicked a clone, only for it to burst and stick napalm-like fire onto his armor.

Coolkid grinned. “Oops.”

007n7 smirked, summoning five clones at once. The battlefield danced.

He punched left. A clone followed with a roundhouse kick. The ninja blocked — only to be uppercutted by a third clone appearing behind him.

007n7 blurred between strikes, disappearing into his clone formation and reappearing mid-strike, each attack chaining like a storm.

But the ninjas weren’t pushovers.

Metur magic pulsed through them. One ninja cloned himself mid-air and countered Noli. Another caught Coolkid’s clone with a pulse of anti-GUI magic, dissolving it instantly. 007n7 found himself blocked by a teleporting double.

“Th-they’re not normal…” Coolkid grunted.

“They’re Dark Age,” 007n7 spat, clutching a bruised arm. “Of course they’re not.”

Noli slammed a ninja into the ground with a burst of speed that cratered the terrain, but even he staggered afterward — Void Star humming violently, overheating.

Then —

A whistle.

A familiar voice.

"All of you, stop."

Matt Dusekkar descended from above, spinning his staff and landing between both sides. His coat flickered with protective magic.

Behind him walked Scripter, eyes glowing with layered script filters.

Jato immediately dropped to one knee. “Dusekkar! My lord, forgive us. We didn’t know they were with you.”

All ninjas kneeled.

“They weren’t. But you would’ve died if you continued.”

The ninjas backed off.

Coolkid collapsed to the ground. "Thanks for the... incredibly late entrance."

Scripter chuckled. “We wanted to see how you’d hold up. And... you didn’t completely embarrass yourselves.”

007n7 scoffed. “Gee. Thanks.”

Noli was breathing heavily, his fingers twitching. The Void Star flickered red, then white, then blue.

Matt knelt by him. “You overloaded it again.”

“I-I... h-had t-t-o…”

Scripter stepped beside him. “Sky-Eye is less than 50 miles now. But its defenses are active. Telamon left behind code guardians. The Void Star might get angry again before you reach it.”

007n7 looked up. “Then what do we do?”

Matt looked toward the mountains. “You climb. We can’t go further. My power can’t enter the Sky-Eye basin. It was written into its structure.”

Scripter nodded. “But before that — eat. Rest. This next step? It’s the beginning of the end.”

The ninjas retreated, one tossing them a pack of cinnamon-wrapped bread and glitch-tinted healing water.

Coolkid looked toward the tower peak far in the distance.

“…We’re almost there.”

007n7, although hesitant, clenched his fist. “Then let’s end this.”

Coolkid questioned.

"Who were they?..."

Scripter fixed his valkyre hat.

"Dark Age Ninjas. They come from the Studus Continent. They are mostly formed of talented ninjas who use Metur as dark energy. Just like Spawn Cult uses Adeio. Although, Metur is far more pure and stable than Adeio. They swear they allegiance to the Seven Administration, and thus will strictly obey their orders."

007n7 fixes his glasses.

"Spawn Cult and Adeio? You mean, the one from the prophecy that told the Snow Village near Ban Lands was their next sacrifice?"

Dusekkar exhaled.

"Exactly. Their first leader, Yamuto Nemar, hated Builderman for taking away his twin brother and founded his own religion, based on an actual deity that Builderman eventually threw into the Void. So basically, Spawn doesn't exist."

Coolkid is surprised. So is 007n7.

"I thought that was just fairy tales."

Scripter answered.
"Heh. No. All stories told are most likely to be true. And most are yet to be discovered for you guys.

Dusekkar messes in admin panels for a bit.

"I could tell you stories about the other continents, but I think this is not quite the time to do so. I suppose you know in which continent you live?.."

Everyone freezes. Silence.

"NN--o."

Dusekkar sighs.

"You live in Tixas. It's not that far from Studus, actually. And be considered lucky, because Tixas is like, the closest continent to all the origins of Robloxia. Unless if you despise knowledge. There's Robax, where Robux currency is made, located on the far southwest of Studus. Astral Isles in the far north, Lighters on the far south, where the Light Age Pirates reside and much more continents I might tell you later."

"Hey, that's cool!"
"Nerd."
Dusekkar felt offended and almost hit his staff against 007n7.

Noli observed.

For a moment, 007n7 clutched where the Ember Seal should be.

A few goons from Magnaro spyed on them. the biggest goon, armed with an actual sharp blade, spoke up to the rest.

"They won't expect us."

Chapter Text

The climb was endless.

The terrain sharpened into obsidian cliffs and flickering fragments of server code. They scaled twisted paths and collapsed bridges, dodging pockets of broken gravity. Lightning danced along the mountainside, not from storms — but from Telamon's Code Guardians.

Coolkid huffed. "W-We’re almost there, right?"

"Twenty-five miles," 007n7 said, wiping glitch sweat from his forehead.

Noli didn’t respond. The Void Star pulsed softly in his hand, like a heartbeat trying to keep him alive. Its color had turned a deep, cold violet — calm, unreadable.

As they neared the Sky-Eye’s crater edge, reality bent. The sky rippled. Their GUIs flickered.

A massive gate of shimmering light waited ahead — dozens of stories tall. It glowed with Telamon's signature: a celestial glyph surrounded by six burning wings and a large SPAWN symbol in the center.

Coolkid gasped. "So that’s... Sky-Eye."

A tower spiraled up from the center of the crater, extending into clouds so high they glitched out of render. Binary rain fell from its tip, evaporating before hitting the ground.

The gate wouldn’t open.

Noli stepped forward, Void Star raised. The glyph responded. Blue fire lit up the sky.

[ADMIN OVERRIDE REQUIRED. ID: TELAMON.]

Coolkid frowned. "But Telamon’s gone. What now?"

suddenly, Void Star pulsated. The admin lock suddenly shattered. They could enter it now.

Noli's eyes widened for a moment.

"baldi's_"wow".ogg"

Coolkid pushed open the gates. 007n7 and Noli followed after, and entered the observatory once more. It hadn't change that much since last time.

007n7 tried to grab where the Ember Seal should've been.

No one noticed.

The Magnaro goons soon arrived, and also entered the observatory. Far from the three, but there.

The trio's footsteps echoed through the spacious staircase. Coolkid asked freely. He was nervous, but still incredibly hopeful.

"Hey Noli... Can we please live a normal life at Bizville when we seal the Void Star again?... Please."

"O-O-Ff  c-c-Ourse we can."

007n7 blinked. 

They son arrived at the very top of the Sky-Eye observatory. Not much has changed, the only thing that ahs changed was an explosion mark from years ago.

Everyone has memories of what happened. All because of naivety.

As Noli stepped in, things started to froze. Coolkid immediatl remember the metal like clock hand Scripter gave him. He pressed it and everything ran back.

007n7 raised an eyebrow.

"Since when you had that?"

"Scripter gave it to me."

Everyone stepped in. Instead of doing something dumb, they decided to explore around. 

Noli approached the huge telescope, not so far from the window, and looked into it. He could see Bizvile, the now ravaged Snow Village, the stars, the planets. Everything.

007n7 peeked, and Coolkid shoved them away to take a look. He was astonished.

007n7 looked in the bookshelves, filled with ancient books with other world knowledge. He tried opening one and read it's contents, but the language was not understandable at all. The blue orb Matt gave them earlier spoke up. Scripter is speaking.

"Hey boys, don't peek into that. Knowledge only accessible by Dusekkar."

"Since when you're spying on us?"

"Since ever."

"Then come here help us."

"We are too far to teleport here."

"Dude you guys stopped the Dark Age Ninjas from killing us."

"That was Dusekkar's Clone Spell. And that's his max range."

007n7 frowned. He closed the book and put it back.

After some exploring, everyone then slowly approached the center. A slot where the Void Star should've been.

Everyone looked at each other. Nervous. Noli slowly raised the Void Star.

Magnaro goons broke in.

They immediatly rushed over, with weapons raised, and a fight broke out.

They fought fiercily.

Coolkid couldn't summon his clones from that height, so, instead, he was just flinging everyone around using his c00lgui. ERKCSL still helping quietly to adjust his commands to his advantage. Most were flinged towards teh ceiling and had a few bones crushed, others out of the window.

Noli was ravaging everyone and impaling them with Void Star, unstoppable like a machine. He changed targets like a beast hunting multiple preys at once, making sure msot stayed immobilized, and bosoted his speed using Void Star.

007n7 was fist fighting everyone with his clones. He jump-kicked, sweeped, jabbed and moved like a dancer, always managing to chain combos with his clones like a dancer. He ducked an incoming slash and grabbed him by his neck.

"Is this your best?"

He threw him at the others.

The biggest one soon approached him, a real blade in hands. A large sword. He wore fine weaponry and clothing. He fixed his tie. He spoke to 007n7 calmly midst chaos.

"7n7. I see you still have the Ember Seal, huh?"

007n7 raised an eyebrow and assumed a fighting stance.

"The offer is still up. If you betray your brothers, Magnaro will grant you the wealth you always wanted. Your dreams will come true. Women. Robux. food. Whatever you want."

007n7 considered his words for a moment. He then shook his head, brushing these thoughts.

"Nah."

007n7 summoned 5 clones andu sed them to throw him out of the window. 

After 10 minutes, all the goons gave up. Some are dead, others knocked out cold. The trio pants, exhausted.

They slowly approach the Void Star Slot again. 007n7 is behind Noli. 

Coolkid was scared and tired, but hopeful.

"Ready?"

Noli nodded. So did 007n7.

Right before Noli could place the Void Star, 007n7 took it from his hand.

"7N7, WW-W-WHA T THE F-U-"

Everything exploded. The blue orb stopped working. They were falling. 

007n7 soemhow wasn't corrupted by Void Star. Void Star was shaking aggressively, like refusing him. Noli nullified his fall using his own c00lgui, Coolkid did the same, and Noli just withstand the fall.

suddenly, Void Star shattered.

They slowly stood up.

Coolkid was panting. Afraid. Confused. They where now in a forest-like ambience. But eveyrthing was on flames. The Observatory was crumbling from above, huge chunks falling down. 

He panted as he shouted.


"007n7! What did you do?!"

007n7 panted. He fixed his glasses. they were broken.

Noli was mad. He breathed in.

He yelled at 007n7.

His voice was no longer corrupted.

"WHAT THE F#CK DID YOU DO?!"

"WHAT WAS NECESSARY!"

007n7 panted. 

Noli rushed over 007n7, and greeted him with a punch on his face. 007n7 spit blood with the force of his punch.

"ARE YOU INSANE?! WE WERE FINALLY THERE!"

007n7 answered.

"MY ASS! ARE YOU THAT DUMB TO DON'T NOTICE THAT THE VOID STAR WOULD CRUMBLE AND KILL US THREE?!"

"AND HOW WERE YOU SO CERTAIN?!"

Coolkid was scared. Even though now adult, he was too scared. He never saw his brothers fight like that before.

"OOH, LOOK WHO IS SPEAKING! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU! 007n7 points at Noli WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS SITUATION! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU MOTHER-"

Noli greeted him with another punch.

007n7 fighted back. He returned with a kick in his stomach, a fast jab, 3 other punches and an uppercut.

Noli gets thrown awa. He groans and coughs blood instead of static. He didn't notice.

Coolkid tries to make them stop. He screams, tears forming in his eyes.

"STOP!!"

He trips over and falls. He tries to stand up. A debris falls ontop his legs. He screams loudly, a sickening crunch could be heard. 

"NOLI! 007N7! HELP ME!"

Coolkid was stuck under a tree.

"hey, 007n7 and Noli! Please help me up here..." he had a sad expression as he struggled to leave under the tree.

Noli laughed.

007n7 chuckled.

"Silly Coolkid."

Noli pulled Coolkid.

They all laughed.

Noli was too blinded in his rage to notice Coolkid injured behind him. So was 007n7.

They kept on fighting. 

Noli grabbed 007n7 by his head and slammed it against his knee, shattering 7n7's glasses on his own head. Glass shards were now cracked on 007n7's forehead, and it bled. 

He screamed and clutched his forehead.

"You little-"

007n7 groaned and stood up. He removed the glass cracks and rushed over Noli.
He dropkicked him, but Noli managed to move in time. 007n7 shoves his fingers on Noli's eyes with all his strenght. Noli cries out and rubs his eyes.

"AGH!"
007n7 pause, and then take opportunity to land 3 other punches on Noli's face. He grabs Noli by his throat and hurls him away.

Coolkid watch his brothers fight, still crying and screaming for them to stop. He tries typing in c00lgui, but his position isn't helping too much. Each time he screamed, it felt more of pain of the debris ontop him than the distance between him and his brothers.

Noli coughs up more blood and staggers to stand up. He's panting a lot. Noli screams and rushes towards his brother.

"Big brother Noli!"

Noli smiled at him.

"Yes?"

"Think fast!"
007n7 grabbed a pile of snowball from the floor and rushed over at Noli, playfully screaming. 

Noli was knocked over.

They laughed.

Coolkid also laughed.

 Noli had tears in his eyes. He hit 007n7 right in the jaw. 007n7 for a moment staggers, almost losing consciousness.

"Ow!"

Coolkid had a sad expression, as he looked at 007n7's injury. It was at his jaw.

Noli was worried. He treated the small injury at his jaw.

"Thank you, Noli."

Noli smiled. 

"You're welcome."

The three of them smiled.

007n7 cries out. Tears in his eyes. He screamed.

"WHY DON'T YOU GIVE UP?! I DON'T WANT TO- I-" He exhaled and then groaned. He grabbed a small rock and rushed towards Noli. He knocked him over and then started slamming it against Noli's chest, trying to stab him. Noli coughed each time the rock hit against his chest.

Coolkid still screamed. But this time, it was the loudest he screamed. Probably made him hoarse.

"STOP IT PLEASE!!!"

Noli was tickling his brothers. 007n7 was laughing a lot, trying to cover his tummy with a pillow.

Coolkid was trying to turn around, to avoid being tickled. He was laughing a lot too.

"H-Hey! Stop it! Haha!"

007n7 was exhausted. He stared at Noli's chest. It was bloody and had hit marks. Noli stared at him. Exhausted, his nsoe was bleeding. He coughed blood. Somehow still alive. None noticed Coolkid.

007n7 slowly stood up.

He spoke with a shaky voice. 

"I-I'm sorry Noli, b-but I can't let that opportunity slide..."

As 007n7 walked away, he collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

A tower debris fell ontop the upper right side of his head.

A smaller one at his left shoulder.

A sickening crunch could be heard. 

Coolkid's heart sank. 


He gasped. He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"007N7! NOO!"

He cried.

Noli regained his senses. He slowly stood up. His legs woobly and his whole body trembling. He was bloody, most of them were not his, but his brother's. He looked around.

He immediatly ran over to Coolkid and pushed the debris away. Coolkid cried in both pain and sadness and pointed at 007n7. Noli was confused at first.

Then he looked.

H i s    b r o t h e r.

Noli gasped and his legs gained a sudden speed and energy to stand up. He ran towards 007n7 and pushed the debris. He turned his brother over and held him at his arms, kneeled. Almost like a baby.

alive.

Somehow.

007n7 stared at Noli. His breath was slow and exhausted. The pain was visible in his eyes. But he couldn't scream.

Noli was afraid. He had tears in his eyes, some were even streaming. 

Coolkid teleported towards his two brothers, and leaned against Noli. He couldn't sit up or stand alone. Not with his legs crushed.

Coolkid stared at his brother in horror.

007n7 had the upper right of his head missing, revealing a grotesque hole.

Sobs.

Noli held Coolkid, wrapped tight in a towel, in his right arm, cradling him like a baby. Holding his left hand, a really young 007n7. He was only 1 year old. Coolkid literally just been born. Noli was 3 years old. Coolkid was crying. Hungry for milk and stressed by the screams.

Noli stared at his mother screaming at them over their skin color. Also nothing.

He wasn't shocked. Nor scared.

The only one seemingly afraid was 007n7, and Coolkid crying.

007n7 couldn't understand a thing his mother was saying.

But Noli did.

"WHY ARE YOU THREE SO WEIRD?!"

Noli watched his mother shout horrible things at them. 

They ran away from the house. Something was guiding them. But who? And for what? As Noli moved through the streets, it felt like a second nature. 

They lodged under an old, abandoned cabin. They set over. Noli rummaged through the trash, and found some how still fresh food. He also found a unused box of milk. He ate one, gave the other to Noli (who ate slowly) and gave coolkid the milk.

Coolkid fell asleep on his towel.

Noli put 007n7 to sleep, close to Coolkid.

Noli looked at his brothers. A tear streamed from his right eye.

". . . I promise to protect you two, even if it costs my life."

"Hey big brother Noli!" Coolkid and 007n7 said at the same time.

Noli looked at 007n7 and Coolkid.

"Yeah?"

"Where are our parents? I always see children with their moms and dads... Where are ours?"

Noli's eyes darkened. He smiled sadly.

"They... He tried to find an excuse. Are on a trip."

"Really? Will they be back soon?"

"Uhh... Yes they will." He smiled.

The two of them cheered and they ran back to play with old abandoned toys from other children they found at trash.

007n7 coughed blood. His voice was hoarse and much lower than an whisper.

"I-I'm sorry..." He coughs up more blood.


". . . I... L...ve... you..."

His eyes gleam vanished his breathing stopped.

Noli's heart sank. He shaked his brother.

No answer.

"007n7?..." Noli spoke.

Coolkid aggressively shook 007n7's body. He screamed


"007N7!"

No answer.

"007N7! PLEASE WAKE UP! PLEASE!"

Coolkid cried out loud. Tears streamed down from Noli's eyes. They fell ontop 007n7's face. Much calmer.

"7N7! WAKE UP! PLEASE!"

Coolkid screamed, voice cracked and endless. The tears never stopped

1 MONTH LATER.

Noli ran his own business. He worked as a salesman, that was pretty much really famous in Bizville. He made piles and piles of money. He still held the same appearance after grabbing Void Star. But he wasn't corruted by it and could speak normally. He lived with Coolkid, who was finally managing to get over depression and getting prosthetic limbs to replace his missing ones.

He still wanted 007n7 back. But he got over it.

Somewhere, in a hush between heaven and code.

Builderman stirred further.

Other four doors opened. The first door that has been opened, perhaps a not so long time ago has been labelled as: "THE MALICE"

Another one grew at it's side. Labelled as:

"THE PITFUL BEAST"

The other three grew.

Each one labelled.

"THE GREEDFUL"
"THE CULPRIT"
"THE BROKEN"

And one day, they would go through it. Alongside the 

Noli and Coolkid layed down on the grass. It was a full moon. A few crickets sang in the bushes and grass, but they paid no mind.

They stared at the full moon.

". . . 1 year has passed?"

". . . Yes."

"I miss him."

"I also do."

They both raised their hands to the skies and smiled. Tears streamed down their eyes.

The three of them lied on the grass. They stared up to the skies. A full moon illuminated their faces.

"Hey, big brother Noli." 007n7 asked.

"Yes?"

"When we grow up, can we become famous actors?"

Noli smiled.

"yes we can."

"Oh! And will we have tons of toys to play?"

"Hey Coolkid, toys are for babies."

"Hey!"

Noli chuckled.

"Sure we will."

They stared at the stars in silence.

"I love you, Big brother noli." 007n7 and Coolkid said at the same time.

Noli paused. He hugged them both.

"Me too."