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Wheres my son. The thought raced in mind. Fast and unresolving. "It was my fault." Was the sorry words muttered out of his cold breath. Skin freezing and lips purple and dry.
I SHOULDVE DONE SOMETHING
I SHOULDVE BEEN A BETTER PARENT.
ITS MY FAULT
IF I WASNT THIS- PATHETIC, MAYBE MY CHILD WOULD BE HERE RIGHT NOW.
IM NOT EVEN A REAL MAN.
i wish I could be a real man.
After that inner monologue of bullying himself for never being enough clumsy, now so secluded. The starry night sky stared down at the lifeless house. Shining and gleaming. The sky is so pretty, isn't it? But it's so unfit for the ambience and storyline of Sevens life.
And then those hated- scarred and worn down legs, sore from walking miles for his son.
He walked towards the bathroom.
Another monologue;Again.
All he could've done is keep Coolkid there.
Maybe the red child would be begging his papa for more ice cream. Everything felt like a mistake to him, regrets? It's his whole life, atleast that's what the horned demon felt. He missed those he held close dearly. All he wanted- no. All he needed was Coolkid.
(if he didn't post on ao3 the curse wouldn't get him istg gulps..)
THUD !
The thought cut off. . . .
007n7 woke up on the floor. Head ringing, uncomfortably. He then stared at the analog clock Coolkid said was scary. He giggled internally at the thought of Coolkids remarks. A smile slowly turned at his lips, but faded.
He thought it was a pain, now he'd do anything to hear him again. He- really missed him.
9:15.
7n7 slept for- 6 HOURS?!
the man himself deadpanned at it.
He rubbed his eyes and stared at the bathroom once more. And reached for a cabinet and opened a box, a box with a feather, with a yellow to brown gradient. Something Telamon left him. He opened it, and saw and took the perfume bottle labeled "Divine Scensastion" It smelled exactly like him.
He put it back and walked to Coolkids room. Searching for anything that smelled like him.
He averted his eyes and went to the bathroom and cried. Messy but true, the one that only showed when the inside you've been holding and keeping bursts out, his emotional feelings- his mental fortitude gone. Everyone he loves slipping away.
Tears couldn't stop falling as he thought of all the regretful and hurtful things he had done.
He went out the door. Wiping his tears. He walked to the exit of his house, and exactly when he went out, a missing poster flew by him-almost like a insult.
The world closed in on him, the air felt sharp and cold against his wrecked skin.
He could barely feel the hunger in his stomach. An empty void. His tail- flat, unmoving. Like a dead carcass, his teeth aching, considering he has demon genetics. The air was painful agaisnt his weak and pale skin, his lips- so dry, not even a single cup of water would freshen it. He looked like a mess; He is a mess. The teeth desperately wanted to chew on metal or something, but alas.
Why would this depressed man do what his body needs?
His tail flickering erratically from the lack of nutrients. Man himself deserved it.
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; After spending time right on his doorstep, nostalgia of Coolkid waiting at the door for him. Honestly, his little crimson eyes, that brute honesty, and his curiosity. It hit 007n7 like a tidal wave. He stood up-his knee faltering, and leading him back inside his dead house, a house drenched with guilt, depression and falseness.
Thick and heavy, the atmosphere felt humid, even though it was the latter.
He dropped to the hard wooden floor, the door closing. He felt as if his life was closing instead. He knew this day would come,
He couldn't tolerate it anymore. He hated himself, hated everything, hated what he had done, etc etc.
Life took everything from 007n7, so he's gonna take his own life away. He stood up with shaky legs and hands, anxious and scared, maybe. A type newfound type of fear clouded himself.
he slowly made it to the bathroom, he looked at his face in the fluorescent blinking light, he was pale and too skinny.
He was gonna end it all right here right now. His eye flickering to the cabinet once more and opening it, a hidden contraption made by his GUI. He opened it and a revolver sat there, untouched for years. He loaded it and made sure it was working. It was so depressing there, even the most light feathered and hilarious comedians wouldnt dare to lighten it.
His horns grew and sharpened as his tail also grew larger, this happened when he felt strong emotions
"I can't do this anymore."
He stared at the gun and rethinked his entire life. Saying sorry to everyone he had hurt, he had let down. Hand hesitating, thinking that maybe- maybe his sweet son would, return. Shooing away the thought, he let the gun kiss the side of his head. He watched his life flash before letting his fingers do the talking.
He dropped one last tear and closed his eyes shut, and- BANG!
......... I regret this. Not.
The loud noise of the gun going off, the recoil of it making him drop to the floor, and making the gun drop to the floor;he lead a regretful life. So somber. Pitiable and pathetic. If you knew him for his past, so eccentric and cheeky. Traumatizing people AGAIN AND AGAIN. Adding a mix to the horrible soup of life.
You would think that isn't 007n7 at all. Someone-different.
The floor turned into a crimson red haze, a frenzy of blood. Blood becoming the medium that dyes hair, beautiful strands of it waltzing around, spinning- a scourge of fire in the place of liquid.
You would vomit at the sight of a mix of fluids, with the metallic smell of the blood. Pink guttural parts of his brain was seen out. How disgusting. I hate it. I really do. The blood spiraled, soaking his hair and the smell- god the smell! It stinked, the rotten flesh laying there, with no one to care, and no one to know. Honestly, there might be robloxians; Correction!
There were robloxians praying for his downfall anyways.
Utterly unsightly.
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Accompanied by a sudden dizziness and memories shattered, some special moments forgotten, he woke up in a cabin and didn't recognize it. Obviously he can't remember shit, he blew his brains out
! A cold brisk air accompanied him with a high pitched ring in his ears.
"Hello? Can you hear me?!"
A blurred whish-washed voice emerged, the worn down lights flickering and the cabin shakes, fireflies dominating the air, a familiar face showing. Who was this again? Confusion clouded his mind, cluttering.
"He's awake!"
Said the blonde boy ontop of him, and a certain blue haired person that seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite recollect his memories. "Hath thou awoken? This is truly a bespectacle."
The pumpkin man exclaimed, 007n7 was overwhelmed with the new faces, voices. EVERYTHING-
"Easy, Matt. The poor ol' guys shook."
A weathered down old man said. With a build that looked like it had carried a city for generations. Tough, and calloused hands arrived on Sevens shoulder.
"It's alright."
A panicked frenzy followed, heart thumping and beating, cold sweat danced around his neck and head. Cause this is shady as FUCK!
"H-hello?! Where- where am I? My head hurts. Who are you- people?! I-i dont remember anything."
Seven spoke raspily, and the rest introduced themselves. And then- a familiar face came. the man he once loved, the man he wanted to sacrifice everything for- a face that atleast looks like him. Someone that isn't him but is so much- hurtful to look at. Gosh- What a situationship.
"Can you hear me? Does anything hurt?"
A certain winged avian spoke. Hot breath wracked against cold pale skin.
"..."
Seven stared wide eye. He knows its not- him. Not the same person that once crept close with tension so thick.
"A-are you okay? Was it anything I said?"
The avian let out a panicked cluck. The burger man's lips curled, How cute. Wait! Cute? A flush sneaked on his face reddening- But he really was cute. The way his brown hair curled along the edges of his jawline, the sharp nose- and god those eyes that sparked fireworks every time you looked at it- and those muscles, and his man-boobs were practically Infront of Sevens face, He just wanted to dig right in and-
"Hello?"
Those words were more than enough to wake the man out of his ramble- but it hurt, because every shared glance they made hurt more than a bullet through the head.
Days and weeks pass by, and the survivors kept a distance around him- secluding him. Isolating him, for something he doesn't remember, and the boy named Elliot particularly avoids him, cutting conversations and a master at one worded answers. He remembered little useless things- slowly but surely. Not knowing the key for it all is just there.
Quiet breaths, fresh air from the trees- a etude of wafts, something slipping from his grip as the moonlight coated the sphere of the supposed "world" their in.
That man.
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A round starts- Catching 007n7 off-guard. According to the usual routine, there wasn't supposed to be one today. Seems like the other survivors didn't expect it too.
An ominous aura re-emerged knowing, waiting. Fear eroded 007n7, anxiously waiting for the killer to be announced
And the killer is-
1x1x1x1.
Great, the most merciless killer who made deaths twice as painful than ever.
But every time before they slashed 007n7 himself, he looked at him with hesitation- like it knew him, like it had saw him before, like it was pitying him.
He spawned in with Guest1337, a sentinel. He got to know the other survivors- but some pushed farther away from him.
Giving Guest a slight nod and fleeing to find a generator. To lessen the time, and because he felt like a pushover, even though the others are doing the bare minimum. Guess he still remembered how insecure and how much he hates himself. Pitiful, really.
He then finds a generator to act upon- then the winged avian himself arrived. He put on that stupid smile again. That smile made him crumble, and almost let his walls down.
"Heya! Seven."
"Hello, Shed."
Seven doesn't know how they both nickname eachother now. They just- rolled with it. With 007n7s glasses being took away, he squinted to fix the wires as efficiently he could without glasses.
While Shed was just humming a sing-song tune with no care in the world, as Seven neared finish, Shed had a faraway look in his eyes, deep in thought. Like a ocean so vast inside. You couldn't quite tell how abysmal the ocean was.
The burger man stood up as he finished his side- seeing that the FUCKING ADMIN- Sorry, language. The admin somehow- somehow fucking tangled it all up- knotted in a way 007n7 couldn't even comprehend.
"John Shedletsky."
It wasn't rare for Seven to get irritated or mad due to his genetics, what was rare was him voicing it out, rarer was him acting it out.
"How in the GODS- Do you get-"
He pinched the bridge of his nose in shock
"Do you knot- the wires upon this point?"
He has a motherly tone to it, ironic. Considering he's not a woman anymore. Maybe.
"Oopsies!"
The chicken-eater smirked, that goddamn smirk. Oh my god... He actions Shed to move, and squints his eyes again to fix the machine. The machine completed. The hacker checks his GUI to see how many survivors are left. Wait- something's fishy. No one is dead?
Survivors Win!
They all teleported quickly at that same table. Chance started the conversation-
"Well! That was fun!"
The gambler exclaimed, shifting in their seat to a much more comfortable pose;a manspread. Letting out a chuckle
"Don't even start. Chance."
Elliot eyerolled.
007n7 quickly excused himself from the room, hitting his head on a wall because, yk? his eyes.
"I-im sorry."
"Wait! Don't ya wanna eat with us? C'mon!"
The chicken-eater blurted out.
"No, it's fine. Thank you for the offer though."
His posture slackens, adjusting his glasses and walking back to his cabin, the spider noob ontop his hat moves slightly. A symphony of solitude, creaking old wood weighed by the time it stayed. And crickets, fireflies danced around the shine of the moonlight.
Deep in the woods, hidden by the leaves and flowers leading along the way, near the river that flows. The floorboards creaked under the weight of the man that neared the entrance of the abode, opening the door. He walks to his bed.
The rough bed caressed his body. Then the man takes his shoes off. And grabbing their pillow and blushes at the thought of Shed. Huh, maybe he really has a type for winged ho's.
The next day came shortly after, he feels wet. It can't be, it's not his heat either. And then looks down- to see his sheets soaked with red, shit. He's on his period. Seeping through his beige cargo shorts. He quickly made a swift move to change his pants and underwear. And then checks his cabinet- empty.
Fuck- he was gonna have to enter the survivors main cabin without getting spotted..
The first few steps are uncomfortable- forcing himself to walk devoid of being seen-
"Good morning."
A certain cultist remarked- shit. Walk away Seven!
"Good morning too!-"
A fast reply came, weird. Especially on the "Morning!" A tone came with it as the panicked man asserted it.
He finally reached the cupboards and grabbed the pads, he stuffed it into his shorts and walked. Walked like a speed runner
The sunlight hit the cabin in the most flawless way ever, the forests hum- and the old wood that looked like it was frozen in the hour it was left in. Exquisitely sublime- The leaves fell on the floor, gathering in a pile of nature itself.
It welcomed 007n7 back to his domicile. The soft light was coating everything like a final touch; Like a bakers resplendent finish.
Seven let out a groan- his period coming, now of all times. He started grabbing whatever soft things he found and created a nest. Not perfect- but comfy. And pressed a pillow down to his lower abdomen for whatever reason.
He didn't know why he did that, but it helped
"Oh Builds.. What am I gonna do?!"
Feathers detaching from stress- a frenzy by the winged admin.
"Shed. Yer' gonna have to solve this by yourself ya loverboy! Now- Get out m' cabin."
Builderman stated. Staying calm while trying to handle the situation that is;Shedletsky...
"Ughh....!"
A chirp of anger left Shedletsky when he exited the cabin.. he could swore he heard Builderman mutter something along the lines of.. "Chicken" and "Annoying pain in the ass"
A scoff was heard from Shed after hearing those words. Well- he really REALLY missed his mate 007n7. The admin walked along to his own cabin;with an eccentric Shedletsky flair as birds gave a symphony as chirps- when you walk inside, your greeted with a nest made out of pillows and other miscellaneous stuff.
Hah, how was he gonna have to deal with this throbbing pain in his heart- It's a godfucking damn it SITUATIONSHIP!
The crickets outside was the music- the melody as a certain someones inner monologue coated the cabin anxiously
Skylight pouring inside the open window in the roof that was installed. Gusts of air flew in like it had belonged there. It felt suffocating,
"Gods!- what am I supposed to do?! Make small talk or some shit?"
(Enough about this chicken bitch because I made this for 007n7😘🥰 LOL JOKE)
Wings arched to their full extent, draping over the cabin like silk on a goddess. Feathers drooping and neglected.
He never let just anyone touch his wings, nor let anyone nevertheless preen his plumage.
He needed 007n7. Desperately- yearning for his touch. This fucking, sorry excuse my language. This bird is SO madly in love.
Fast forward a bit.
"Oh my head HURTS!"
Seven winced as he groaned in bed, the cramps still taking over as he desperately craved chips. Sour cream ones especially,
He made a move to go to the main cabin unnoticed at this ungodly hour, maybe it was 4 AM? Dunno, hard to tell time in here especially as the night toiled longer than it should.
As the anxious bud started to walk towards there, calming if you don't count the bloodcurdling cramps. Felt like hell but he's already in purgatory. Close enough.
Shedletsky stood around behind the cabin, he didn't really need sleep at all.
Seven finally reached the doors of the main cabin, carefully opening it. And greeted by the scene of Elliot hugging Chance on the couch, blanket lazily thrown on the two.
As he walked through the cabin with a sense of familiarity, and slowly opening the cabinet- Yes! His favorite chips are there, suspicious but he'll take it, and steals a cold bloxy cola in the cooler. Steps light as a feather, walking throughout the cabin- and then.
As he neared the exit, he accidentally trips and falls, No! Fuck!
Just when the cola slips from his arms and comically falling, Shedletsky catches him at the perfect moment-
Breaths slowed, it felt like time had stopped and suffocated the both in tension, wrapped around the crevices, and corners of each ones body. Eyes met and raked in a red flush in the held man beneath the winged avian.
"I-im sorry-"
"You don't have to apologize for anything, I'm just glad you didn't fall."
Whispers echoed in Sevens ear. FUCKFUCKFUCKOHMYGODIWANTTOKISSYOU-
The demon instincts perked up and fought Sev's mind. His tail smacking against the hardwood flooring beneath them.
"Thank you."
A nearly unheard voice, quiet.
"No worries."
Sevens hands curled around Shedletsky's wings, feeling the soft feathers around his fingers, twitching.
The two were a word away from kissing, but 007n7 pushed Shedletsky off him in a panic.(at the disco haha I'm so funny)
Seven ran with all his might towards his cabin, stress-eating his chips while gulping his Bloxy Cola in a frenzied shock at what just happened, while his cramps were attacking him.
He slowly put down the half-finished chips and Cola on the floor, and started to roll around on his bed, spiraling like a highschool girl that made eye contact with her crush. Feet wagging and tail moving left and right.
"Aghh!! Why did I say that!"
Blush smearing across his face, redder than ever!
Shedletsky looked at his hands and replayed the memory in his head. Over and over, that was crazy. He thought to himself, his mind blanked and automatically went to the fridge to eat chicken absent-mindedly. Nom nom nom... Wait no- huh wait..
Processing everything again.. Shedletsky took the final blow- Did he just- do that?! Oh my gods! Technically, oh my ME!
Oh that sweet-sweet face, he wished he could burn the image in his retinas. That red flushed skin. The thought made his heart race and boil- melting like butter! The way that his eyes glistened—those crimson saccharine pupils
007n7, a name that left a taste of iron on their tongue.
But not for Shedletsky.
it was all love that he harbored for him. All for him. He shouldn't know what "love" is in the normal sense, or any sense at all. After meeting 007n7 his life changed. Crashed and healed in another place that isn't his temple nor the HQ.
He really thought he was being so nonchalant and cool back there.
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It was another round. He thought there was a hour left- but it seems that the Spectre couldn't wait. Looks like they're giddy for this one.
And the killer is-
C00lkIdd!
Oh. That's not so great.
His son- er- what they call him. He doesn't remember this malicious child being his son at one point. Not even a lock of that red curly hair sparked something in him. Maybe familiar but he didn't remember him. The survivors kept giving him stares that hurt as much as glass every single time at that table. He overhears the others talking about him.
What did he even do?
A suspicious tall red figure was sprinting towards him, a silhouette that didn't look like any of the others.
"R3ady 0r n0t! Here I c0me d4D1!"
A bloody smile was plastered on its face. A glitched voice that probably hurt that things vocal cords. Dad? Yeah right. Like Sevens gonna believe that anyways. He didn't take care of this creature. Never could he love something that kills over and over again. It's not a game. Atleast he thought so-
SLASH!
His right arm was now hanging by a few limbs, and you could see the bone of his right arm. Blood spewed around as he let put a shriek of pure pain. And- trying to absolutely BOOK it away from that thing.
"Fuck!"
A yelp from Mr. Double 007—His stamina dropping very low. Death was right around the corner ready to greet him, blood swaddled the grass he walked on, holding and applying pressure to the injured arm. Well-trying.
Adrenaline rushed through his capillaries and veins, lungs working overtime as sweat drenched his body in rivulets. And yet, as beautiful as can be. Like a mangled swan passing beauty even in pain and red. The juices of his insides painting the ground like Van Gogh. Blood and something else that looked disgusting.
Finally, that thing is finally out of his sight. The injured person went ahead to check for anyone that had a medkit- or Elliot. He would probably have to suck it up considering their relationship together, although he doesn't know quite why and how. Well—fuck that because he is on the verge of death, eh close enough.
After a few minutes of walking, 27 minutes are left. He finds a survivor, Elliot.
"What do you wa— Holy shit!"
The injured man forced a smile and spoke breathlessly.
"Agh- could I perhaps have a p-pizza?"
Elliot mutters something under his breath, and tosses a freshly baked slice of pizza.
A moment of silence came after 007n7 ate the pizza with reverence
"Thank you."
"Just get going."
The rather timid mad nodded as a slight thank you even though he had just thanked him. What a rather odd person, Walking around the corner searching for generators, one of the only things that he could help contribute to the team with.
WIP!!! EDITING ASWELL FOR TYPOS AND ADDING!!!
I'm on my period right now OWWIE I predicted it with period 007n7..