Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Loud chatter filled the cabin air, the smell of fresh baked pizza and wine mixed. Most surviours in groups laughing and hanging around and others isolated alone to settle their own duties.

Earlier, when a round was to be expected– a large box stood at the table instead. They hesitated to approach, exchanging awkward and nervous glances. Urging the other to be brave and check.

Builderman step foward, he observed the box slowly from different angles. Making sure it was completely safe and harmless, his eyes squinting.

It had a note attached on the front, written in oddly fancy writing. The admin read it out, loud enough for the others to lean in and hear.

"I've been feeling quite pity for you all, and as for rewards from yours truly. These assets are to keep you motivated and entertained–please, do enjoy."

The survivours blinked, taken back by the sudden kindness of the being who trapped them in this hell. Confuse and impatient, the rest build up the courage to approach, curious on what are the contents of the cardboard square. They surrounded the table, eyes glinting in excitement.

Upon opening the large box, some gasped in surprise. Revealing their sovuniers and valubles, memories that were left behind in reality before they were sent in the games of agony.

Everyone rumagged to snatch their belongings, reminiscing on the past and remembering the stories the objects told. Before they all turned to look at the excess contents remaining.

There was still two things left inside, a photo album and a slightly smaller box.
They looked around, expecting the owner to approach and take, but no one came.

The admins, who were most responsible for stuff like these–they inspected first. Flipping through the photo album, the pictures showed who they despised most in the past. The infamous hacker that everyone use to fear and cower over, 007n7.

007n7's things.
Unfortunately, he wasn't here.

Always locking himself in his own cabin, ashamed to let people acknowledge his presence. Most hate to admit, it's quite sad and depressing for the ex- exploiters state but they didnt bother to check on him, nor brave enough to interact—Except a few sentinels who had better intentions and expectations of the man, supporting he's a changed person.

"Anyone know where Seven is?" Shedletsky called out, the room went silent, shifting and whistling around awkwardly.

Guest1337 looked around, arms cross as he huffed. "007n7 told me he had to go take a rest, claimed he wasn't well after the round with c00lkidd." He raised a brow, asking curiously. "Why are you asking?"

"Its his stuff left."
"Oh." Everyone stared at the cardboard, each interested of the fathers belongings.

"🤏📦?" (whats with the smaller box?) Taph signed, excitement clear from his body language as his side wings beside their head flapped.

"Uh, we dont know. Probably some of his old exploiting stuff.." Shedletsky shrugged, picking it up for a closer look. Shaking roughly, hearing something heavy shuffling inside.

"John, dont shake the box.." Builderman took it away from the ex-admin's grasp, before he could potentionally break something.

"Dear fellow survivours, I suggest we reveal whats its contents, Im also intrigued." Two time urged, the unsettling smile plastered on their face.

"Dont you think mr. 007n7 would get mad, you know its his privacy..." Noob spoke up nervously, making everyone pause.

The casino owner snickered, approaching beside Shedletsky who snatched the box back from Builderman.

"Nah, he wouldnt get mad. Plus, everyone here must be really curious right?" Chance grinned from ear to ear, turning to everyone.

Some nodded, ashamed but agreed. Others stayed silent, since they had no opinion on the matter nor care to protest.

"Can we get over with this?" Elliot cut through sharp. He wasnt the type to hold grudges but everytime the ex-hacker was mentioned, it gave some sort of feeling, it wasnt good nor bad, but he didnt like it.

"Dont have to tell me twice!" Shedletsky exclaimed with a smug grin, opening the box before anyone could object.

He paused, wings dropped and face slightly dissapointed with a small frown.

"Now now swordsman, why with that look? Was it really a dissapointment that you wierdly mistook?" Dussekar leaned it, only to see small black rectangular objects. (I tried, ok? 🥺🥺)

"Its VHS tapes, around like 20 of them." Builderman filled in everyones curiousity, even he himself was suprised.

Everyone shifted closer, each person excitment and new found interest grew. When inspecting the labels, most of it had the dates scratched out or just scribbled on with black ink.

"Was he a youtuber?" The gambler questioned, he shoulders shook slightly–chuckling at the dumb question.

"Far better question, do most of these even work?" Elliot added further, the blonde's gaze shifting to the small scribbles of cuss words on the side.

"Is the eldritch being that kept us here connected to the hacker?" The cultist chimed in, strangely dagger in hand.

"🫵🫂🤝🍔❓️ (do you think we can trust him?)" Taph leaned foward, his robe brushing against the floor.

Questions kept pouring, making everyone grow even more intrigued and curiously excited. Guest eyes flickered between all of them, he cleared his throat. Catching everyones attention, they turned to look.

"Should we watch the tapes?" The soldier asked, making everyone pause.

"Hell yeah, we should!" Chance exclaimed, hands up in the air cheerfully. He really wanted to learn more about 007n7, it was usally awkward everytime they tried to talked. Maybe this is the Chance! (Hah, get it? Sorry, I'll shut up.) 

"What, no!! Thats invasion of privacy!" The bloxycolaholic countered, even if he really was interested in learning more information about Mr.007n7. They didnt want a persons secret to spill, not ever since what happened to them.

"Lets watch it for the best, we dont really know if he has changed or what his actual intentions are. This could really help us learn more about him, and work better as a team." Builderman reason, earning nods and hums of agreement.

Despite a few others disagreeing, they were against the odds. Forcing to watch and invade privacy for the greater good.

"With the spawns guidance, I believe there was the technolgy machine you robloxians call 'TV' upstairs." Two time called the others, his kooky smile widening.

They sat down across the cushions and bean bags, settling into better comfortable positions. The moderaters on the wide sofa, cultist and casino owner sprawled on the carpet floor, others ploping down standing aside.

The first tape was inserted, titled ———

Chapter Text

The screen flickered, glitching between colourful pixels. A white loading bar presented in the middle. Upon filling, the screen switched to reveal a figure. Standing close and clear, young and edgy, most likely 007n7.

"Is this on?" 007n7 asked fixing the cameras angle, waving his hand infront of it before realizing it was already recording, retracting his hand with an awkward smile.

The room took in the sight, their eyes tracing each feature, studying his figure. Not the 007n7 they knew now, this one was more confident and bright.

"He looks so different."
Guest notes, his mind comparing between the gloomy father and this optimistic face.

"Hm, he had style." Shedletsky stretches his arms, leaning back against the couch.

"Anywho..." Young 007n7 spoke, gesturing his hands around. Trying to make a point as words rambled out his mouth.

"The only reason I making this type of shit is because I got nothing to do, and like. Why not tape your life? Maybe I could rewatch this over, and over again when Im older—"

Suddenly 007n7 was interupted with a loud voice calling him, it sounded quite similiar to his.

"Sev! Come one, Six and Eight are waiting!"
The voice echoed, 007n7 whipped his head around. Calling back, "Yea, yea. Im coming, hold up!" turning off the camera, making the screen go black.

"Wonder who that was." Noob sounded intrigued, despite feeling the earlier guilt of privacy invation. They shrugged it off, might aswell enjoy the time.

"Probably a family or friend, I heard they used to be popular a lot before Seven's exploiting incidents." Shedletsky answers, his wings flapping slightly.

Elliot states, "I think, its 007e7." Guest raised a brow, tilting his head towards the healer. "007e7?" He continued. "His cousin if Im not mistaken, they used to go to my pizzaria alot."

Chance chimed in, "So who's Six and Eight? They siblings or something?" Their eyes fixated on the glitchy TV screen.

"Powerful hackers just like 007n7, heard they also retired. Not sure if their related in any way." Builderman answered, trying to recall any memories connected to those three.

The atmosphere changed, a narrow yet big alley is what they could describe and shaky novements from the camera. A voice voice could be heard behind the screen, "Whats up my dudes, we're back!" that sounded like 007n7.

"Stop hogging the camera screen, I need my spotlight too." 007n7 scoffs, facing the camera towards her, showing a robloxian with also identical features as 7n7 but instead an ice cream cone dripping from her head, clothes more revealing yet modest.

"👧✨️👉🦰🌈❗️" (She's pretty, I love her hair its so, so colourful.) Taph smiled under the hood, the woman's appreance had him stunned by beauty.

"Think thats 118o8, she was waaayy worse than 007n7." Shedletsky leaned, tensing slightly at the memories of 118o8 almost burning down the whole Roblox HQ.

"Im interested. Enlighten us of her criminal actions, dear friend." Curiousity piqued at the cultist.

"You dont wanna know, Two Time." Builderman sighed, looking foward again towards the TV.

This time, it would seem 007e7 was rambling about some topic while another robloxian nodded along. A witch hat with antlers covered in cob web, thier attire more formal and modern like compare with the other three on screen.

"And that must be Six?" Guest pointed, earning a nod from the admin.

"T-the spiders, scare me. I hate, s-spiders." Noob suttered slightly at the sudden display of the insect.

"Dont worry Newbie, its not gonna get through the screen." Chance laughed softly, reasuring the blonde.

"All four look identical, like siblings—almost mythical." The pumkin head stated the obvious, but no one said anything.

"Aye, sis. Help me hold the camera before we reck this place." 226w6 called out, well that solves their family questions.

"Ask Seven, Im trying to set up my wall." 118o8 gave a cheeky smile, pulling out cans of, spray paints?

007n7 let out a low whistle, already shaking the can in his hand. "Man, this alley looks like its begging for a makeover." He grinned, stepping back to eye the cracked brick wall like it was a blank canvas.

007e7 stood beside him, already starting to spray random lines, sketching roughly?

"Vandalism, typical." Elliot scoffed, but he peaked at 007n7's drawing, curious of what the result might look like.

After around 12 minutes of recording, the survivours took in their artworks. Admiring each colouful line, every shade that shaped its 3D lining. Suprisingly for hackers, they had great artistic skills.

"Mr. 226w6's one looks so cool, never knew they watch anime!" Noob exclaimed happily, they werent a big fan back in highschool but ever since they introduced him to it, he loved it!

"Nah, I think Eight's one is better, look at the hardcore details on hers." Chance countred, smiling proudly.

"You guys are sleeping on 007e7's just look at his magnificent artwork, he captured every details." Shedletsky joined in for debate, his wings puffed out.

"🤝🙂‍↕️" (I agree!) Taph nodded alongside Dusekkar, both cuddled up together. "I, as well."

"Seven, what the fuck is that?" 118o8 laughed, a mocking grin on her face. The survivours snaps their heads to see, snickering quietly.

"Its a masterpeice of art!" 007n7 retorts, covering his wall embarassingly with his tail, not like it did anything anyways.

"Looks more like scribbled lines and texts more than art." A deadpan came from 226w6, a hand on his chin as tried to form an image.

"It has deep meaning, you wouldnt get it." The hacker huffed, crossing his arms as he gave up on hiding his product with his tail, swishing it angrily.

"Do you even know the 'deep meaning'?" 007e7 makes quotations with his hands.

"Uh- I do! It means..um." 007n7 stumbled on his words, even the survivours could tell 007n7 was just caping.

"It still looks decent though?" Guest commented awkwardly, earning unsure hums.

"Decent enough to apprear in an infants crusty drawing paper, covered in nasty goo. Even I, with less experience skills, could do better." Two Time held up their smile high, they just wanted to feel better than the hacker.

"Time, you can barely sketch a stick figure. What are you on about." Chance snorts, earning a glare but not denial.

"Overall, they're all good, cant believe they didnt turn out as artists instead of hackers." Builderman sighs, leaning on Shedletsky's wings.

Before the others could comment anything else, the recording ended with a beep. The tape was pushed out from the TV, the screen going back into white glitchy snow.

The survivours exchanged glances, a silent agreement before they inserted the second VHS tape. "Alright, lets see whats next."