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“ I was only trying to help… wasn’t l?”

Summary:

007n7 spirals into depression. He feels like a waste, useless.
After a particularly bad round, he can’t take it anymore. He was only trying to help… wasn’t he?
My first fic so please enjoy!
Also yes 007 will die in the end, lm just keeping him around for longer so he can suffer more hehehehe

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

007n7 searched for generators to do. His team had all died from his beloved son, Coolkid. It crushed him to have his sweet little boy to hunt him down, and watch the other survivors whale his child with knives, bullets and swords. Shedletsky seemed to take pleasure in torturing his kid, and Builderman equally despised him, though decided not to hurt him (because he wanted to experiment on him) Eventually, the bells chimed at a start for last man standing, and in front of him stood his pride and joy.
“Fattthhherrrr…”

Chapter 2: Aftermath

Summary:

Killed by his son, only to be left.
Gone.
Invisible

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The chase began.
Coolkid used his coolgui to drastically increase his speed, though luckily 007 parried it with his clone. Normally, he’d just hug his son goodbye, before dying, though the survivors were on a streak. He didn’t want to be the reason that they failed.
Meanwhile, in the lobby area…
“This fucking idiot is gonna break out winning streak.” Elliot said, thumping the table “THIS MOTHERFUCKER WILL LET US ALL DOWN!”
“He probably intentionally didn’t help”, added Shedletsky, devouring his chicken.”Once useless, always useless”
Elliot frantically paced on the creaky boards of the main cabin.
“We need a plan. A plan to sabotage the killers” Guest said, leaning against the blackboard. “We need to take…extreme measures.
Everyone knew what he meant. There was no denying it.
They had to eliminate a killer, from the rounds entirely.
Meanwhile…
After getting his wrist broken, he frantically ran towards the graveyard.
However…
“You look like you need some shut-eye, dad!”
He felt a hand pull him back, and then he was face-to-face to his sweet son…
“Ahahahaah let’s do that again sometime!”

Notes:

Wow shocker two chapters in one day

Chapter 3: Exclusion

Summary:

After being teleported and mocked by his “teammates”, 007n7 resorts to an old… habit
Meanwhile, the survivors plan on who to kill.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

As 007n7 teleported back, he felt the dread pumping through his veins. He was so afraid, so… frightened at the prospect of becoming more of a burden.
He teleported to the lobby, only to get dragged by the ear any yelled at.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Elliot screamed at him, crazy with anger.
“YOU WERE NOTHING BUT DEAD WEIGHT SINCE YOU ARRIVED!”
“YOU’RE NO DIFFERENT FROM YOUR PAST SELF!”
“YOU’RE JUST LIKE YOUR SON!”
007n7 nodded. It was as simple as that, though he was actually a diversion, to not interrupt the other survivors planning.
“Slasher should be a high priority” Guest said, crossing his arms
“You just want him dead because he’s a bacon, isn’t he?” Sheletsky sneered “We need to think small. We gotta start from smallest to biggest.”
No-one said it out loud, but they all knew what Shedletsky meant.
They had to kill Coolkid.
“You know, n7 will be really mad at us” Taph signed, shaking his head.
“That dead weight?” Builderman said, who was keeping quiet this whole time. “Who the hell cares about him? Besides, if 007n7 kills himself, then he kills himself.”
He meant to say it like sarcasm. 007n7 would not have the guts to kill himself. But however, on the other side of the cabin…
Elliot had stopped shouting. 007n7’s eardrums were pounding. Elliot pushed n7 to the floor and walked away, and heard Builderman say it.
“If 007n7 kills himself, then he kills himself. More food for us anyways.”
So now, they wanted him to die. He couldn’t lie, he expected it. So, with a heavy heart, he ran to his cabin, and pulled out his knife.

Notes:

Haha another cliffhanger
Also no, 007n7 does not stab him self.
Not yet, anyways

Chapter 4: Self-harm

Summary:

He deserves this. It’s little payback, but bit by bit.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

007n7 took out the box cutter, and stabbed at his arm.
Pain was immediate; rushing through his veins and blood poured out the open wound.
He carved a long line, and the pain just worsened.
However, there was a sense of bliss that came with the pain.
He hated that. He didn’t deserve to be happy.
He didn’t deserve the oxygen
The world, no, the universe didn’t deserve such a heavy burden placed upon its shoulders.
He quickly made sure to cover his wound with the cloth.
Luckily, the “thing” keeping him here made sure that wounds healed quickly in the lobby, and the cut just became another of hundreds.
Banging erupted from outside the door.
“En-Seven! Get your lazy bitchass to the goddam door, we need to talk!” It sounded of Guest. Aaannd sure enough, it was.
“We got another survivor” he said, making sure he could see that he did not care about how seven felt.
“So, as the useless asshole you are, pack up your bags, and get out. We will come in ten minutes to show the survivor their new room.” Guest slammed the door shut, and left seven to stare blankly at the wall.

Notes:

Possibly chp6 ck dies

Chapter 5: Under the stars

Summary:

He was kicked out, left to dent for himself in the wilderness.
Painful memories surface

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Seven put out his… whole bag of nothing. Wow. Undeterred by his extreme lack of supplies, he laid under the stars.
Immediately, a migraine flared, so painful that he sat up and clutched his head in agony.
Memories of camping with coolkid… oh, he yearned to be back with his love and joy. Without the endless hope of seeing his son out of the realm, or in rounds, he’d be crushed. He would be nothing.
(Flashback)
“Hey dad, do you think l can swim in the water to catch fish?”
“Coolkid, to put it short, no-“
Coolkid was set on it, though. He jumped off the boat, and well…
KA-KLOOSH!
“What a dumbass…” Bludud muttered. 118o8 lectured him about swearing.
007n7 fished the kid out of the water.
“Augghhh… daddddddd”
Seven sighed.
“Alright, fine. Let’s go back for some hot coca.”
(End of flashback)
He let out a shout-whisper of pain and shedletsky came running out.
When he saw him pounding his head into the ground, he offered no mercy.
“Hmph. I thought it was something important.
He walked back, ignoring the fact that the man he left had no pillow, no insulation, not even a backpack.
He eventually slept, though the morning round would go… horribly… bad…
Because it was time for the survivors to put their plan into action.

Notes:

I wrote this way too late :/
Anw yeah also lm aiming for daily chapters so the crumbs will come daily.

Chapter 6: Shattered

Summary:

007n7’s light of his life…gone. He can’t take it anymore

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

007n7 wandered around the war zone. Glued guns to the floor and blood littered the map, and gave Guest severe PTSD. The killer this round was his son. Typical. However, something felt off. Uneasy
Coolkid always targeted him first. But… no sign of him.
Wandering around the map, he did generators. The only way he could help. At long last, he saw the other survivors.
Were they gathered around something? It looked like they were cheering and whooping.
007n7 caught a flash of red skin. Lying on the ground.
His breath caught in his throat. He screamed in pure agony as he sprinted to his son. There he saw it.
His precious child, coolkid.
Lying flat.
Lying still.
Dead.
Any shards of will on the robloxian shattered.
He collapsed to his knees. And sobbed, barely being able to breathe. Builderman soon cuffed him, in case he went out of control
Meanwhile, all 007n7 could think was
“They did this.”
“They killed him.”
“They will pay.”
Shedletsky was taunting him with the dead body of coolkid.
“Hey dad! I am dead! You were never a good fa-“
He found a difficulty talking afterwards, as he felt a hand being wrapped around his neck.
007n7 used his broken, shackled hands to pull out his gui, and he with his newfound fury, coded with speed, and jailbroke the gui from the specter, and even further than when he went during his hacking days.
With his new commands, he slowly killed shedletsky. He stuck him in a cell, with a giant fried chicken that slowly expanded and ate flesh. Now the chicken eater gets a taste of his own medicine.
As shedletsky screamed in pain, 007 worked on his other… victims.

Notes:

Survivors will respawn in the end, but this round will just be more painful for them
And instead of backing down. They just get more arrogant

Chapter 7: Aftermath

Summary:

The survivors pushed him over the edge. He was done.
It was time for him to go.

Notes:

Due to me wanting this fic to stay T rated, l will not go into how the survivors were tortured.
Let’s just say that guest went insane from ptsd, Elliot became pizza and the rest… you can only call them meat sacks because that’s what they were afterwards. Aside noob. They were just a bystander, too scared.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The rage ended as fast as it had started.
007n7 fell to the ground, near all the carcasses of the survivors. He took a bite out of the Elliot pizza, and laid upon his son’s grave.
It had been weeks since he snapped, and now, without rage, he felt…
Hollow.
With nothing to melt the ice from his heart, he spiraled.
Outside covered in blood. His son’s grave had the spawn symbol on it, but his son’s lack of respawning two time said that his child was not holy.
The cultist left with bruises and 4 broken teeth.
“Cool… l don’t know what to do anymore…” he muttered, tears forming in his eyes.
“The survivors are treating me even more horribly, and to be fair, l deserve it.”
He buried his face in his hands
“ They deserved it, though…”
A sick laugh floated from behind him.
“Trying to preach for spawn to resurrect your kid? PLEASE! That’s absurd.”
Elliot gloated, as he kicked the man
“Gee, you’re really failing at everything, aren’t you?
You failed coolkid you fails your parents, you failed your sister…”
Something clicked in 007n7. A primitive instinct. He didn’t care for his good-for-nothing parents, but he cared deeply for his sister, 118o8.
“Leave my sister out of this, Elliot” he said, voice gruff. “Or l’ll pulverize you.”
“I really don’t give two shits about what you think l, seven. Letting her adopt that monster that make her kill herself was your-“
“I suppose” seven muttered, “that was a no.”
He grabbed Elliot by the neck in a choke-hold, and beat him.
“Mess-with-my-family? Well, you mess” he said, nearly breaking Elliot’s neck “ with ME!”
He rushed into his room, regretting everything. He regretted his existence. He should go die in hell.
There, he couldn’t mess anything wrong.
Feeling as if he was floating, 007n7 dropped Elliot onto the ground as he yelled about how he would stop healing him in rounds forever. As if he ever even did in the first place.
Strolling up to chance’s cabin, he kicked down the door and swiftly took his flintlock.
He walked outside. He would do it on his son’s grave, because if he died, maybe, just maybe, his son would revive.
Chance yelled that seven took his gun to the entire survivor team.
They all rushed out, and saw him pressing the Gn directly to his own forehead.
Elliot was sprawled across the ground, gasping for air, not noticing the chaos unfolding.
“ Seven, stop.” Guest ordered. “This isn’t you. Now put the gun down and we can pretend this never happened.”
“Really now, guest”007n7 breathed,“and go back to being the what? The scapegoat? The dead meat?!?”
Builderman tried next
“Yer won’t see yer son, if this is what’s this is about. You’ll just die.”
“Good! I always wanted this, the moment l came here!” He yelled back, fingers tightening around the safety and the trigger.
“Do not move” Guest ordered, as he tackled seven.
And then, kablam.
Blood and gore everywhere.
The blood of 007n7.

Notes:

Heya! I just wanna say that l might be ending this fic here.
But don’t worry, l’ll still keep writing 007n7 angst until the end of time.
The future of this fic, however, will be undertermined.
This fic will get new chapters when l feel like it, though it will not be daily and likely be every week.

Chapter 8: Rememberance

Summary:

The survivors reaction to his suicide
Noob-centric

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Noob was just lying on the couch, enjoying a bloody cola. They were often doing that, and no-one could blame them. I mean, they’re literally still in year 11, barely even an adult, dragged to this realm to suffer.
They were thinking of how much they missed sixer, when they heard the loud bang.
Sprinting out of the main cabin, he saw the corpse of 007n7. His forehead had a gaping hole, and there was blood everywhere.
Noob couldn’t take it. He was also a little away, mainly because of that new killer, his formed best friend, into that beast… and now, when he started to even like 007n7 a little, he kills himself.
They felt as if the world was shattering, or as if he’d chugged 10 colas. (They have. It was not pleasant.)
“What? Nononononono, seven, you’re fine! YOU’RE FINE! YOU CAN’T DIE ON ME! I CAN’T LOSE ANOTHER FRIEND!”
Noob sobbed while shaking 007n7’s body until their strength ran out. The survivors gathered the sight. Noob laid next to 007n7, strength gone, tears still falling. They slowly got up, and started walking to 007n7’s former cabin. At the door of the cabin, noob spoke out.
“He’s a… he w-was a nice person. He cared about everyone here. He was the one who kept the main room tidy and fixed all the generators. And you all drove him to… how he is now.”
Noob’s normal nervous, stuttering speech was replaced with thinly veiled disgust. He remembered one more thing…
Noob walked back and picked up 007n7. He dragged him next to the cabin.
Then, he began to dig. He dug slowly, and it was extremely painful, but noob didn’t mind. It felt as if he was doing the deed that the others couldn’t do, the business that the others were too blind to do.
Eventually, Chance joined Noob in his efforts.
“He helped me see. He had made some mistakes in the past, but that doesn’t mean that he was horrible all the time.”
Then Guest 1337 joined.
“I was horrible to him” guest admitted “I was not true to my non-discrimination. There was never a reason for me to kick out 007n7. There was never a new survivor. I evicted him because l felt like it. And l feel like shit for that.”
Soon, the grave was fully dug, and Noob lowered 007n7 into the grave, dug next to Coolkid’s grave.
Noob stood back and admired his handiwork, before walking to 007n7’s cabin, gave one look of contempt to the admins, before going inside.

Notes:

Should l make 007n7 revive and scare the shit out of the survivors.
Non-canonical

Notes:

So uhhh yeah… first fic! Pls give me some feedback.