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It was Sunday, the only day that the survivors can sleep without worrying of the killers barging in their cabins and creating a massacre, atleaat for the majority of them. Nothing quite interesting actually happened in these days, even if it was the only day of the week where time seemed to move normally. According to them.
Awkward silence filled the large cabin they shared, even if everyone of them was there. Except Seven, of course. He always stayed alone. Most of them only did regular activities like cleaning the cabin sometimes to pass the time, or just sleep through the whole day normally like every other day after a round.
Nobody seemed to be in the mood to talk right now, and maybe that was fine.
Chance blinked and looked away to see Elliot, and turned his head back infront of the fire place near Guest. A box appeared, out of nowhere. Well, they have something to do for the rest of the day now. The box had something written in it, ‘7n7 cool stuffsjdks’. Bad handwriting, to be completely honest.
“Hey guys, a big box appeared.”
“What? How?”
“Must be the spectre’s tricks again. Well, alteast we have something to do now.”
“As much as curiosity would consume, us we should always ask the dear former hacker’s consent, first.”
“I don’t think he’d mind, honestly.”
“I hope.”
“We could probably only peak atleast once, this is someone’s personal things.”
After a ‘small’ amount of discussion and immaculate amount of arguing from the others, everyone had decided that maybe the dear hacker wouldn’t mind them taking a small look into his old hacker era of his life, before everything.
They opened the box to see an obnoxious amount of tapes, sketchbooks, ‘custom song notebooks’ and a more outfit accessories he used to use. Quite interesting, actually. It’s much more lively than the plain Seven they see today. Not in a bad way, though.
Elliot picked up one of the tape that said ‘1’ and inserted on the tv. Colors swam in shapes and sizes, as a teen Seven appeared in the video with a smug grin and a much more silly expression unlike the stern face he always had ever since he was Forsakened. A goofy sound came from him and he started to talk.
^_^
“Helooo….! My name is 007n7 random stranger seeing this, but you can call me Seven as you watch!!!”
Teen Seven alligned his pink glasses and showed the camera his clothes. A scene black t-shirt, many waist and arm accessories, long black pants, and fingerless gloves. His tail moved lively infront of the camera as he positioned the camera to another face, someone maybe Seven’s friend. Someone unfamiliar that sort of looked alike to him.
“Meet myyyy… friend Eight!!!! Haii Eight!! Say hi to the camera!”
A girl appeared with a smug grin and waved slightly. She had a much more different approach to fashion, though. A very gyaru appearance with slightly tanned skin with an ice cream cone ontop of her head. A very pretty girl, the others thought as she was seen on the camera.
“Soo…I’ll be talking about random stuff in my life while I record this. I don’t have alot of stuff to say here yet because this is just a test tape this time.. I promise the next one will be more awesomesauce!!!! Okay, byeee!!!!”
^q^
The camera was turned off, and the TV went dark.
Noob had a small smile once Teen Seven appeared in the tape, since he also had a very similar taste in fashion, like him. It was a really nice outfit in the first place.
“He has a nice taste in fashion.” Noob said, with his expression seeming to get lighter.
A majority of everyone seemed to have a much more different emotion once they say him in the tape. He almost looked, happy. Very unlike the Seven they know today. The thing that shocked them all is his general attitude. Cheerful, energetic, and almost unrecognisable he even looked approchable without him moving away the second you step one foot closer to his three foot comfort zone the survivors had to deal with every single day.
Everyone glanced at eachother, with an almost confused expression. Even Elliot, and the admins seemed sort of surprised. The first time they had seen Seven was around college, where he stopped wearing those type of things. Not that he hated it, but he thought something simple was kinda cool.
Yeah, this feels so weird. And that did NOT look like the father figure they see today in the Forsaken Realm.
“Well, it seems to be seen that the dear father has had a much more ‘colorful’ era before..” Two Time spoke, their tail swaying slightly as their eyes were still focused on the TV infront of them.