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A hiss resounded through the air of the barely illuminated room.
Its source was a young man, college age with dark brown hair and eyes narrowed in frustration.
007n7 wasn’t one for checking the news, that’s what old people did, but even he had basic survival instincts.
There was a storm coming.
A heavy one that came with a whole flood warning.
It was coming in 2 days, the sky was already dark, light sprinkles starting. He carefully grit his teeth, some power lines were expected to go out from the strong winds.
Most citizens were being advised to stay home, but 007n7 had no food supplies.
It was the end of the month, his fridge was looking as bare as desert.
There was no way his skinny ass would survive a whole week without food.
He had to get the damn groceries before the local shops closed.
He covered his head with his worn hoodie and grabbed a shitty black umbrella, getting sick was more optimal than starving to death.
He must look like death, good cause he felt like it.
Turns out locking yourself in your room playing games and rotting all day left you irritated, who knew?
He rubbed his eyes, tailed swishing angrily with each step he took toward the front door.
Then the fateful moment happened when a series of sharp knocks hit his front food.
The hacker tensed and immediately he brandished his coolgui, using it to spawn a gun in his hands.
The rough knocking continued.
Had those admin-bootlickers tracked him down?
There was no way.
He skulked closer, his eye looking through the peephole. There was no one there, but he did not let his guard down, a simple invisibility trick could be at work.
Except there was no sound and all he saw was a strange shape too low to make out.
He opened the door, eyes looking every which way, and his finger on the trigger. Now that he was outside he could make out the shape… of a basket?
He crouched down tentatively, was it a poorly hid bomb?
He carefully moved the bundles of blanket only to yelp back as he felt something sharp pierce his skin.
“The fuck-”
A soft grumble sounded from the blankets.
007n7 felt his grip go slack, there was no fucking way.
A baby.
A newborn.
‘No, no, no…’ He’s like the worst person to be given a child. He needed to-
The red child let out a string of grunts, its tiny hands searching.
His tail twitched.
Oh hell no, did he need to call an orphanage or a church?
He didn’t know but-
The baby broke out into a loud wail and just like that his instincts kicked in.
He quickly flipped the safety on the gun and yeeted it back to his apartment.
He then with shaky hands took the baby inside.
His mind was overwhelmed with a singular thought.
Nestling.
See, it didn't take a genius to see that the hacker wasn’t fully robloxian.
He actually didn't know what he was, the features only showed up when he first started exploiting.
But right now those same instincts that would keen in pure excitement when burning shit were screaming at him that a baby should not be in such cold wet clothes.
He removed the layers carefully and flinched at the cold of the baby’s poor fingers, the poor things lips were basically blue!
A strange sound was leaving his throat, a string of unintelligible noise that seemed to calm the child.
What the hell?
Was he cooing?
This night just kept getting weirder, but he let the pathetic act pass, after all it was working.
The baby’s loud cries quieted into small sniffles.
He carefully cradled the small thing on his chest trying to transfer his own bodily warmth.
Babies liked skin contact, right?
‘Yeah from their mothers, dumbass!’
He flinched, this was a newborn, he was intruding between the sacred first moments.
If he let this child keep clinging to him like that it would grow used to him, that was bad if he was going to give the child to the nearest orphanage.
Yet some ugly sharp part of him seemed to snarl at the idea of putting the child anywhere that wasn’t near him.
He sighed.
With his free hand he opened up his gui, he teleported his oldest most soft t-shirt and carefully maneuvered it on the small red thing.
It dwarfed the baby, but it was warm and clean.
He had to get the baby somewhere safe… but not now.
He could not find a highly-rated orphanage or church in such a short notice and there was no way in hell he was giving that child out to some sleezy organ farm.
He sat back down on his bed, staring at the child.
It was small, extremely young, and rather quiet.
Why wasn’t it crying?
‘Your… so tiny.’
A realization entered his mind, when he first heard the wail it sounded hoarse.
That baby had to have been crying for a long time, it probably was silent when opening the door because it was exhausted.
Rage began to fill his senses, the urge to burn the little thing’s sperm and egg donor alive was a very tempting idea.
He was originally planning on walking to the store considering he was on low energy reserves. (I.E had not eaten for a day and a half)
(Maybe he shouldn’t have left groceries to the last damn minute, curse his lack of foresight…)
But now? With a child?
A child that was probably starving?
He’d rather use a teleport and then collapse from the backlash.
His head throbbed just from thinking about it, it was reckless, but 007n7 was an asshole, not a monster.
Probably.
So he did just that.
With a flick of his wrist he was at a supermarket and he hadn’t puked!
His vision swam and black spots began to cloud his bad eye like cataracts.
It eventually faded, but the nausea was still there.
What bitch behavior.
‘Me? Sickly from a parlor trick?’
Oh the dude had no idea.
He looked around before spotting an empty cart.
Perfect.
He carefully maneuvered and took the cart with his free hand and began his long journey for supplies.
He decided to start with baby supplies, he looked toward the aisle and felt a migraine growing.
“50 dollars… for a can?!” He was going to have to hack into another random billionaires account for this run.
Holy.
He stopped… how much baby formula for a week? Is a can enough?
He’d grab two just in case.
He then looked toward the bottles.
“Uh..” He squinted at the labels.
“Your kid looks about 3 weeks old. Use these.” The hacker almost jumped, then he remembered he could not because a tiny life depended on him and he was not keen on snapping the little one's neck.
He turned to the voice, it was an older woman, roughly middle age.
In her hand was a pack of bottles.
“Oh-eh thanks! But he’s not my kid.”
She blinked, then rolled her eyes.
“Ah took in a stray? Makes sense the horns kind of gave you away.”
“My horns…?”
The woman blinked again, suddenly concerned.
007n7 begged to anybody who was listening that she didn’t think he’d kidnapped the child.
Well if she did he’d just burn her alive.
‘Wait what?’
“Kid, did your parents not tell you?”
007n7 flinched.
“Me and my parents don't talk much. These were a recent development.”
The woman nodded her head.
“That makes sense, I’m sorry if I came off as nosey my husband has similar features. ”
The hacker stared at her.
“It’s fine, I’m very lost here as you can clearly see.”
“Well if you don’t mind I can help you out, name’s Rozz by the way.” She introduced herself playfully.
“Well Rozz, I found this kid at my front door, I’m going to have to keep him until the storm passes.” He smiled as bashfully and awkwardly as he could.
The type of look that just gave off ‘lovable rascal’ not ‘pyromaniac hacker’.
The woman smiled.
“Hmm, don’t pick any of the scented diapers.” She walked down the aisle and brought a pack.
“Also that formula has been cited to have a higher than average sugar content to make it more addicting.” She removed the two cans and went out, grabbing 2 of a different brand.
007n7 just followed as she continued rambling.
“These wipes are a bit pricier, but better for those with sensitive skin.”
“I’ve used the brand since my second child-” She stopped.
“But I guess you shouldn’t- you ain’t keeping him for long.”
The hacker stared at the device, some kind of elevated seat with a plush area to sleep.
It reminded the brunet of a swing.
“I’ll buy it.”
Rozz didn’t say anything, but there was something off about her look.
Like she knew something he didn’t.
“You’ll make quite the nice father when you're older, kid.”
Ha, like that would ever happen he thought, putting a couple more things in the cart.
Should he buy a crib as well? He could probably donate it to the place he gives the baby to.
Would it even fit in his dingy apartment?
Speaking of which, his apartment smelt like shit.
(He’d been meaning to clean.. He just couldn’t find the motivation to…)
He would have to clean up a bit, no way he was letting a newborn inhale leftovers from his dozen ashtrays.
Yeah, he needed that crib, no way he’s using any of his contaminated shit as a baby sleep area for a whole damn week.
Admins damned, he might contaminate the baby just by touch alone.
The minute he got home he was removing that shirt off the baby.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He ignored the way his instincts melted, the protective feelings cowed by the potential that he was the danger.
She brought some more essentials.
A pack of one piece outfits.
A pack of bottle cleaner supplies, some hankies, and bibs.
(his eyes glazed as he stared at a cute dracobloxxer onesie)
It wasn’t made for a newborn.
Should he buy it for the future?
Maybe it could be the kid’s birthday present.
‘If he isn’t gone by the time that rolls around.’
His stomach growled.
(Something deep in his mind also growled, but it came out more like a pathetic yelp to him.)
“Right… came here for groceries as well.”
She hummed, before pulling out a pen and a mini notebook.
She wrote something down and then ripped the page handing it to him.
“I have to be heading home, but if you need me just call.” She motioned to the paper.
He nodded, not quite sure how she’d help when the storm would have her home-bound, but thankful nonetheless.
Now it was his turn, so much easier.
He moved toward the frozen food aisle.
A couple frozen pizzas.
Some mac and cheese.
Eggs.
Milk.
Cheese.
Ham.
Ramen.
Bread.
Beef.
Burger buns.
Apples (see he did eat SOME healthy stuff)
Oil.
Mayo.
Beer- eh on second thought not a good idea.
He stared at the groceries and huffed as he totalled the amount mentally.
Well time to steal.
Without much thought he typed on his gui cursing a bit at having to use his non-dominant hand for the task.
Then with a flick of his wrist, boom, 2,500 into his bank account.
He carefully moved his cart, now that it was heavier moving it one handed was a bit harder.
The baby let out an agitated sound and 007n7 stopped moving.
It was only when the baby stopped moving and went back to its steady rest did he move.
He walked up to the cashier, normally he would do self-checkout, but it was hard to do that one-handed.
The cashier looked just as dead as he felt, but smiled nonetheless.
He scanned everything with practiced accuracy.
“Cute kid, what's their name?”
The hacker blanked.
“Uh, I don't know yet.”
The teen nodded in understanding.
“Best not to rush.”
Despite the conversation coming off as stilted it wasn't so bad.
“Do you have any recommendations?”
The teen raised an eyebrow.
“Sir, my name tag alone should disqualify my vote.”
007n7 looked at the kid's nametag.
It read Miasma… that was interesting… at least it didn't have numbers in it.
Still being named after a malevolent negative energy similar to poison is… a choice…
‘Damn his parents must hate him.’
“Like the spell?”
The kid hummed.
“Nah, Emblem fan?”
“Played Fate, Awakening, and 3 Houses, but haven't found any way to play the older titles.”
The kid narrowed his eyes.
“Conquest?”
“What else?”
The kid nodded in approval.
The teen finished the last few items in silence.
“Alright, the price comes up to $812.67…”
Damn, he got carried away with the baby stuff.
I guess in the kid's eyes he was a ‘young single father’, so that price tag would seem expensive.
However 007n7 wasn't spending his money.
He pulled out his wallet from his hoodie pocket.
Then frowned at he realized how the fuck was he supposed to open it with one hand? The hand he used the least to be specific.
The kid quietly chuckled.
“Which card?”
“The red one.” The kid nodded gently prodding open the wallet and loosening the card so that the hacker could grab it.
007n7 inserted the card and typed in his pin.
“Thanks.” The terminal beeped and read ‘payment processed’.
The cashier nodded.
“Bye, sir!”
‘Sir?! I’m 24!’
He huffed, but began to walk out.
He frowned at the rain and then with a snap of his coolgui they were back home, cart and all.
He frowned at the still sleeping baby in his arms.
He then gently placed him on the bed.
‘No bars..’
He typed a special code on his gui and a red wall made of pixels surrounded the bed.
Perfect.
‘Now, this room…. Is a fucking biohazard..’
The world stopped.
“Why- are you showing me this?”
The same name spoke through sharp coughs.
He was older here, in more ways than one.
“1 w45 ju57 5h0w1n6 y0u wh3r3 y0ur pr10r17135 l13. y0u l0v3 y0ur ch1ld, 3v3n n0w.”
The single father coughed, blood spilling from his lips, here he was trapped in the walled up bed.
Forced to sit and watch his younger self, why?
He stared at his hands, how many times had he tried to break from the invisible walls no matter how they rejected him?
Now his life was right there sleeping near him, yet he could not bring himself to touch him.
Not with his hands burnt to a crisp.
Not when he knew this was all some sick torture.
Even if it was a falsehood, a memory forcefully twisted out of his mind to haunt him, he could not bear to taint it.
The glitchy figure let out a sound that sounded faintly like his son’s giggles.
“51mpl3, y0ur 50n'5 b1r7hd4y 15 c0m1n6 w17h1n 7h3 w33k. 1 h4v3 70 c0mpl373ly ru1n y0u by 7h3n. 0nly 7h3n y0u w0n'7 h3517473.”
The ex-hacker glared back, but the fire in his eyes was weak, it reasoned.
When it was done with him he wouldn’t just glare, he would bite.
He would burn.
It grabbed his hand forcing him to stand up on unsteady legs.
The man looked like he had gone through hell.
His brown hair was long, slick with oil and blood.
Rags clung to an unnaturally thin frame, blood and puss dripped lazily from badly bandaged wounds.
He looked like a walking corpse.
“What?”
The scene changed, it was c00lkidd speaking to the spectre.
"Any wish?"
"0F C04RS3 17'5 Y0UR B1R7HD4Y."
"Can... I be it with dad? Please?!"
...
The Spectre simply nodded its head.
"1T SH4LL B3 D0N3."
007n7’s heart faltered.
His son had asked for him to be a killer.
The spectre’s glitchy abberation of a ‘face’ formed into a wicked grin.
“700k y0u 4 53c0nd, 73ll m3 w1ll y0u d3ny y0ur 50n h15 w15h?”
His mind screamed yes, he should. c00lkidd had long proved he was unreasonable, to him this hell was a game.
He couldn’t betray the others, but as he stared at the sadistic being in front of him he knew he had no choice. That thing would just torture him until he obeyed.
Or mind control him if need be.
It laughed at his thoughts.
“7ru3, bu7 y0u h4v3 4 ch01c3, d0 17 w1ll1n6ly... 0r 1 70r7ur3 y0u un71l y0u'r3 4 m1ndl355 b3457. 1'm 5ur3 1 kn0w wh1ch 0n3 y0ur 50n w0uld pr3f3r…”
The ex-hacker stayed silent in response, The Spectre didn’t like that.
It’s features curled in cruelty.
“Plu5 1 c4n'7 6u4r4n733 y0u'd b3 4bl3 70 r3c06n1z3 h1m 1n 7h47 57473.”
He flinched.
Bingo.
The being let go of the father, watching as he slumped down into a pathetic heap.
“W17h 7h47 1n m1nd... why d0n'7 y0u 5h0w m3 wh47 y0u c4n d0?”
007n7 stared ahead, an illusion showing before him.
“Seven? Where have you been?! The rounds have stopped suddenly, we’ve been looking for you everywhere- Elliot has some pizza just stay calm!”
It was Guest, his eyes looked wide in concern.
A test, huh?
“Guest?” His voice shifted, it was no longer his own, his body was no longer his own.
The blue-haired Robloxian’s eyes widened at the voice.
“Daisy?”
007n7 smiled as kindly as he could as the illusion slotted in place. It was fucked, using his gui like this was immoral, turning into someone loved one was just cruel, but what else could he do?
007n7 was already dead, but the least he could do was be there for his son.
Squelch.
Coughs were heard, the ex-hacker didn’t even register the blood dipping from his sharp claws.
He hummed as they wrapped around his former teammate's heart and tightened.
He then ripped it out.
Black and red windows opened all around him.
His gui, it had regained the majority of its abilities again.
“7h15 601n6 70 b3 50 much fun…”
+++
Guest jumped up from his bed, a hand on his rapidly beating heart.
It was still there, in his chest.
“What the hell was that-”
A familiar sound rang in his ears.
The rounds were here again.
He ran out to the main cabin, did that mean their missing teammate had been found?!
The looks on everyone’s faces told him otherwise.
Elliot was holding a box in his hands, he looked exhausted.
“Still nothing…”
Shedletsky had a hand on his sword, he looked sloppier than usual.
Taph appeared to be tampering with a landmine, rapidly taking it apart and putting it together again.
Two Time was smiling, as always, but it somehow looked creepier than before.
Jane Doe stayed silent.
Builderman was pacing back in forth trying to make sense of the situation.
Why would one of their own suddenly disappear?
Did their disappearance cause the lack of rounds?
If the rounds started again without his return… did it mean he was dead?
The silence suffocated the room as the timer ticked down.
Finally it hit 0.
This Rounds Killer Is 007n7