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It's been months since c00lkid has gone missing without a lead to his whereabouts, almost like he'd vanished without a trace or a word left behind.
007n7 walked along through the sidewalk, holding a stack of multiple 'Missing Child' signs with lost hope. He couldn't bear to lose him, not like this.
He didn't know what to do anymore, his legs were already aching from all the walking, he was practically dragging himself along the floors of the street.
He'd asked more people than he could count if they knew where or any hints about c00lkidd's location, or potential location. But all he got were similar responses such as "I've never seen that kid before" or "Sorry, I dont have a clue" and each response made 007n7's chest throb with pain. It was almost like someone was crushing him from the inside out.
He'd already skipped both breakfast and lunch while looking, he basically only ate when his stomach hurt. He kept wandering, praying, begging, anything for a clue, any clue to where his son could be.
And within these past few months, he'd gotten nowhere with it. Every day he searched, but it was left to no avail.
He sighed. There was no point in searching for someone that would probably never be found, and if that was so, then he too, served no more purpose.
He spawned out c00lgui, adjusting his glasses as he tapped, and within a few seconds, he was back in his house.
Dim, and empty. There were a few crayons near the sofa which 007n7 never cleaned up, as a reminder that c00lkidd could possibly still be there.. Even though he knew nothing could change the fact c00lkidd hasn't gone home.
The refrigerator still had some of c00lkidd's drawings on it, every corner he turns reminds him of c00lkidd.
He was headed to his bedroom to take a break. From everything. He'd stopped answering anyone's texts, he stopped everything that would distract or delay him from looking for c00lkidd.
But what was the point? It would've been better if he just took a nap forever, wouldn't it? He was so, so tired.
Before he even knew it, his hands were already hovering over a drawer, his body tensed. Each muscle taut as he opened it.
The drawer slowly opened with a light screech, the smell of gunpowder and wood hit him, but he couldn't care less.
He held the gun. The cold, heavy, metallic object was the only thing he could think of, the cool metal stung his hands, it felt as if it was going numb.
His hand went into motion, moving it below as it hit the bottom of his chin, it was cold. His life flashed before his eyes, every happy moment with c00lkidd, maybe... Even his old friends. Everything.
Memories flooded him, every good time, bad times.... And it just hurt.
Hurt so much he couldn't bear it anymore, it was like he was being stepped on, crushing everything in him.
His hand slowly pulled down the trigger, a soft breath escaped him as he looked at the stars above.
He loved stargazing.
This would be the last time he'll ever see those constellations ever again..
And he pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The sound echoed through the room, audible enough for the neighboring houses to hear.
007n7 heard the shot, loud and clear, blood pooled everywhere around his head as he dropped down to the floor with a 'Thud!'.
His vision all went black, and everything was empty, nothing to see, nothing to feel, nothing to think.
He was long gone.
Or... Atleast that's what he thought.