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Sixer stared into their pillow, gripping onto both sides tightly. It was another game of dodgeball. Another game. That stupid game that Sixer should’ve quit a long time ago, but the rush and thrill of possibly being able to beat Noob was something that kept her going. Noob was too good, they were good at practicing, good at everything. They were better than Sixer.
Sometimes it felt like they flaunted it.
Showing off their skills to their friends, making some things about themselves (maybe that wasn’t the case, albeit Sixer didn’t care), everything felt like Noob was better than her. Like they could be everything Sixer wasn’t.
Noob had good mental health, they were able to recover easily, not Sixer. She couldn’t dare be better mentally than Noob, no, she had to be stuck in the same loop again and again, the same thoughts again and again. Everything was dull. The cuts on her arms may have told a story, but it wasn’t anything useful. Nothing was useful in regards to Guest 666.
Because that’s all she was.
Guest 666.
The evil number - the scary number that everyone should be afraid of… yet nobody except Noob could see past that. Every time she entered a room there were stares. Every time she heard about that Guest 1337 she felt disheartened.
Why couldn’t she be like him?
Why couldn’t they be the thing that everyone looked up to? Why did they have to be stuck in this purgatory full of nothing but sorrow and despair? They were stuck in hell while Noob was looking at heaven. Sixer was machine, and they were flesh.
..
Okay, A.M. aside, it was already 2 AM and Sixer had cried out all of her tears. So now she was just this husk who couldn’t do anything for herself. That wasn’t okay, they wanted to be something, to be someone. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Sixer just wanted to be better than Noob at something - but—
They knew that would never come true. None of what she wants would never come true, she could never be Noob.
…
..maybe she could?..
She had texted this man — 007n7 was his name. He had something for her, something that could help her be what she wanted. She could be like Noob, maybe even better than Noob. 007n7 had something for her, and he said she could come whenever she wanted. And maybe now was the time, now was the time to finally do something IMPORTANT!
They pulled up their phone, wiping the dried tears from their face, pulling up their text messages with 007n7.
“im ready”
“c00l XP, meet me bax of BBP X)”
“glad u came 2 ur senses 0_0”
“whatever”
“just give me my scripts”
“l4me >:P”
She hated that guy, but where else was she gonna get her scripts from? She knew the hacker had almost everything.