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”Dear Elliot.”
”Dear 007e7.”
”Dear 118o8.”
”To My Friend, Noli.”
”To The Admin, Builderman.”
”To My Beloved Son, C00lkidd.”
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This was it.
007n7 stared at the letters on the desk, the dim light from his lamp shined down onto each prepared letter as 007n7 carefully inserted each letter into a small envelope.
Honestly, he wasn’t expecting for this to go down like this. He needed more time, he wanted more time.
However, the cruel reality of being an exploiter, a father, a living robloxian was all too much for the world to bore for him it seemed.
007n7 scratched at his wrist, a small gesture of his he did whenever overwhelmed.
Though, he couldn’t say he was overwhelmed to say the least.
He felt normal really.
Even if his kid was dead, the admins and Elliot hated him, Noli practically despising him and 007e7 and 118o8 both going unresponsive after his last breakdown.
He couldn’t say he wasn’t burdened by it, but nonetheless he felt quite normal about it all.
He knew he should be feeling more—anger, regret, despair even! However he couldn’t bring himself to do so, he felt tired really. Too tired to react normally, too tired to take care of himself.
Too tired to care about the gun he held in his hand as he pointed it towards his temple.
”I’m sorry Kidd.”
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The forsakened realm he was brought into wasn’t much better.
007n7 thought he would finally get the peace he wanted before this all started.
However, the entity here seemed to be cherry-picking robloxians it wanted as he was met with the sight of the robloxians who hated him most.
Elliot, Builderman, Dusekkar, Shedletsky—practically 90% of the survivors here knew who he was and hated him!
The only survivors to not care who he was were Guest 1337, Chance, Two Time, Veeronica and Jane Doe.
Either way it didn’t matter; Guest never seen or heard of him, Chance didn’t seem to care whether he was bad or not, Two Time was raised in some cult?? 007n7 wasn’t exactly sure whether to call it one or not. Veeronica seemed to know of him and his past but didn’t seem to care much, and Jane Doe wasn’t halfway focused on his actions, nor did she seemed focused on anything happening.
However, despite it; 007n7 couldn’t bring himself to get remotely close with any of them. Not even Guest who conversated with him occasionally, or Two Time and Chance who seemed enlightened whenever the ex-hacker murmured a greeting.
He couldn’t bring himself to experience that again.
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Seeing c00lkidd as a “killer” was enough to make him break shortly after arriving to the realm.
His child, who he once cared for and tended to his every needs was now ruthlessly slaughtering the survivors left and right.
The kid wasn’t even aware he was killing anyone either—he thought he was in a game.
The realization was quick enough for rage to course through 007n7’s body as he slammed heavy hits onto the cabins’ walls, his code-corrupted claws ripping at the wood as heavy tears and curses to the creator of the realm came from 007n7.
The survivors did nothing to stop him however, not even when blood oozed from 007n7’s claws, not when 007n7 began to mercilessly slamming into the walls, further aiding to his wounds.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to help him.
But he was a danger to them.
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It wasn’t long until 007n7 began to lose momentum, his body slowly giving out from the ferocious attacks, had they helped him and tended to his wounds.
007n7 could hear the survivors standing close, but far enough to not be shooed away by Builderman or Elliot as they both cleaned and wrapped bandages around 007n7’s wounds.
Despite his exhaustion, 007n7 could clearly hear the other survivors’ words.
”Why’d he do that?”
”Is he a danger to us?”
”He might be ill.”
007n7 felt like a caged animal. To be watched and pointed at. A mere toy for entertainment.
And 007n7 hated that.
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10 years and now 007n7 sat on a chair while letting a small light shine down onto his desk where multiple papers sat.
007n7 stared at one letter in his hands.
”To My Friends.”
I hope my sudden disappearance won’t burden you with anything you don’t deserve.
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”To My Beloved Son, C00lkidd.”
I’m sorry.