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Robloxia, a place powered by creativity and imagination. That is, where also a few hackers and exploiters had lived. One to be most popular and well-known as of now? Was 007n7, who… now took care of a child named C00lkidd, whom he adopted after the child was left at his doorstep.
007n7 loved to mess around near this specific pizzeria, Builder Brother’s Pizza.
Mostly, he would probably burn the place to the ground whilst also messing around the place’s best worker, Elliot.
Although, even after trying to stop messing around the day c00lkidd was adopted by 007n7… c00lkidd messed around and burned the pizzeria to ashes... The building collapsed once more, yet Elliot was still inside. A large falling brick brutally crushed his right hand during the incident. When the police arrived, Elliot was nowhere to be found in the rubble. Elliot is still being searched upon, some even believed he was a dead man. But who knows… he’s probably by the pizzeria, keeping the rule breakers at bay…
Meanwhile…
As of now, an idol has been popping off recently. A pop Idol named Macaron !
A blue outfit, pig tailed girl with a silly, yet cutesy personality. Although, what people didn’t know… it was 007n7, being the ‘so-called popular’ idol. With the help of Miss 11808, he was (either fortunately or unfortunately) transformed into this cutesy girly pop idol.
(Okay, before we continue, I will address 007n7 as Macaron or 007. Elliot will be addressed as Cutter, which is easier. Anyways, back to the story.)
6:45 pm, Macaron’s concert day.
Macaron had an event that would start about 15 minutes, and they were getting ready. Putting the makeup they needed, fixing their cutesy dress, making sure that they looked presentable to their lovely fans.
She sighed, Macaron took a few deep breaths… trying to shake off their nervousness. A knock on the door was heard.
Macaron(007n7): “Who is it?”
Sweets Monster(c00lkidd): “It’s me, it’s me!! They said we have to get to the stage in 10 minutes!!”
Macaron: “Oh thank you for the reminder, Sweets!”
Sweets Monster giggled and floated away to wait by the stage. Macaron looked at themselves on the mirror for one last time before getting up and heading towards the stage.
Macaron could hear their fan’s cheers, waiting for her. Sweets Monster(007n7) saw her coming over to the side entrance of the stage, the floating silly waved happily to their parent. Macaron hugged Sweets Monster before letting go and going to the stage.
The event started off real well afterward. Macaron enjoyed their time performing to their lovely fans, that is until she noticed someone at the very back of the crowd… a familiar face somewhat glaring at them. It took them a while to realize who it was. It was Elliot, the employee at Builder Brother’s Pizza. They noticed their right hand was this large, razor sharp pizza cutter… in a blink of a moment, they had disappeared.
Macaron blinked a few times before returning their focus into their performance tonight. Sweets Monster(c00lkidd) was throwing a few candies for the fans to enjoy.
Time passed, the concert ended with fans happily leaving the place. Macaron was back at their dressing room, wiping the sweat off of them. Eventually, mid wipe, they had accidentally smudged their makeup. They noticed and fixed it a while after… whilst putting down the towel at their table, while they were getting something from their bag, she accidentally knocked over a bottle of their powder.
Macaron: “Uh oh, awh.. my powder..” She sighed and got up to get a few wipes from the shelves. As they cleaned the powder off the floor, something… better yet, someone had managed to sneak into Macaron’s dressing room.
Macaron had finished cleaning up the mess and threw the wipes at a nearby trashcan, before they could get up someone wrapped their left arm around her waist and pointed the razor sharp cutter onto their throats.
Macaron: “Eep!! Wh-who are you!?” She panicked, she had thought that she locked her dressing room door, seems like she didn’t.
???: “Quiet pig. I don’t wanna hear your shitty screams.” The mysterious figure scowled. The mysterious figure had their face near Macaron’s neck, their breathing was ragged. Macaron gazed at who this person was, the moment they looked near their back, they saw the same familiar face from earlier mid performance… Elliot.
Macaron: “E-Elliot?? H-how..?” Cutter immediately shushed Macaron, nearing the pizza cutter hand to her throat. “O-okay, okay..” she muttered.
Cutter: “I swear, I was wondering why you looked so familiar to someone. And look who I found, the most well-known exploiter. Now working as a girly pop idol.” Cutter let out a loud, yet graspy laugh. It sounded more annoyed than amused.
“Who knew this pig could be an idol after the incident from months ago.. also, Don’t call me Elliot.”
Macaron: “What? Wh-whyy??” She pouted, clearly not knowing why they can’t call Elliot by their name.
Cutter: “Oh I don’t know. I just genuinely do NOT like it when you call me by my name. So, let’s just go with calling me ‘Cutter’ instead. Generally because of my right hand here.” He mentions his pizza cutter-like hand.
Macaron: “Eh… I guess….” She muttered..