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007n7 walked upstairs, looking for someone, anyone. He didn’t care who it was, but there had to be someone else around. Guest went outside to search, it was silent. Unnervingly silent. No one resided in the second living room, cushions and bean bags were moved around, presumably from last night. There was some dust on the TV, obviously not being used in a while. Though someone tried to get something working on it recently, the screen was bright blue, lighting up the room instead of a fierce fire that never went out. It was so odd, where was everyone? 007n7 let out a sigh, one he wasn’t aware he was holding, and walked over to the hallway. He knocked on the door to the bathroom, making sure no one was actively using it, and when the hum of the lights replied, he opened it. There laid an open medkit, a pill bottle, and some bloody paper towels. Damn, what did Guest do to Shedletsky last night? 007n7 left, closing the door behind him, pretty glad he has yet to get punched. He went to the other door, right across from the washroom, it was the room him and Guest fell asleep in. He flicked the light on, and as he expected, no one else was there. While he scanned the room, he noticed two pencil sharpeners laying on the desk. No one would notice if one went missing, right? 007n7 leaned outside the door frame, looking in the hallway. No one was around… would it be a problem if he took one? He walked over to the desk, and slipped the small thing into his pocket. He hoped there wasn’t anyone behind his back, watching his every move, inspecting what would happen. Or, if anyone noticed if the spare pencil sharpener was missing. Should he just put it back?
Guest was outside, looking around, knocking on cabin doors, looking around the fishing docks, but there was no one. No one else was around. Just him and 007n7. Was that necessarily a bad thing though? It was still cold, the wind still howled between the oddly placed trees, and everything was still damp. He walked down the beaten path towards some of the cabins, curious where everyone else had gone. There was no way everyone else escaped, leaving the two of them there, right? Why would anyone leave either of them? God, what was even happening anymore? Guest let out a frustrated sigh, laced with some fear, all he could do for now is just to be strong. For him, and himself. For everyone else. He soon reached the cabin that was the closest to 007n7’s, a little lonely, and very worn. Guest climbed up the two stairs, and laid a couple of knocks on the door, waiting. He waited, and waited. Was there anyone even in there? Guest cracked his neck, and turned around to walk away, until the door creaked open.
There was someone else?
“Oh, you are around as well?” Two Time asked, leaning through the door, gripping their dagger.
“Yeah, 007n7 is around too.” Guest answered, relieved that someone else was still around.
“Oh goodie! That is grand to hear! Dusekkar is also here, hiding in his cabin though. Pretty sure that he avoids me because of my devotion to the holy and divine spawn.” Two Time explained, stepping out the door now, taking in the scent of rain.
“Good to hear that someone else is here as well, do you know of anyone else?” Guest asked, turning back around to face Two Time. They shrugged, not having a clue.
“Is 007n7 feeling less worse than earlier? He looked quite… disheveled.” Two Time questioned, sheathing their dagger in a leather pocket on their belt.
“He seems to be doing better, but he’s very closed off most of the time so it could be better or worse.” Guest replied, watching Two Time walking out of their cabin, closing the door behind him.
“Then we shall go to the manor and question the depressed man about his illness!” They demanded, marching forth. Depressed? Yeah, that was one word to describe 007n7, he showed some symptoms of a mental struggle, but was it really a good word to describe him?
007n7 was in the dining room, trying to take apart the small sharpener, until he heard the front door creak open slowly, but close quickly, and a small mutter underneath someone's breath. Weird, no footsteps? 007n7 slipped the sharpener into one of his pockets, making note to hide it. He glanced over at the living room, and saw Dusekkar floating towards the couch, looking like he had a sleepless night. As glad as he was to know it wasn’t just him and Guest around, but come on, Dusekkar? Really? He was aware of how much the pumpkin disliked him, but they could co-exist with each other. But the less people around, the more awkward it usually got. Have they even been in a room with just the two of them since C00lkidd started destroying places? Either way, it was always awkward. 007n7 let out a quiet sigh, praying someone else would appear one way or another. Silence filled the manor, most of the group still missing. The door creaked open again, and the sound of Guests and Two Times voice replaced the silence. Okay, four out of ten people found! Good to hear. 007n7 decided to keep sitting at the dining table, a little shy to get up to go talk to Guest. He was fine with Two Time, sure a little creeped out, but they were better than nothing. But recently, there was this fluttering feeling in his chest whenever he was around Guest. He wanted to be around Guest more often, but he feared what Guest would do if 007n7 started to hang around him more and more. Maybe he should go back to his cabin, self isolate again, it had been a couple of days since he had last done so.
A warm hand was gently laid on his shoulder, the sudden action startled 007n7, it made him tense up.
“Greetings seventy-seven!” Two Time said as they pranced over to the chair on 007n7’s left hand side.
“Sorry to startle you bud, were you staring off into space again?” Guest asked, trying to lighten up his mood, sensing something was off. 007n7 folded his hands and rested them on the wooden table in front of him, letting a small smile creep up on his face.
“Yeah.. as usual.” He replied, feeling Guest remove his hand, and the wooden chair scraping against the floor. Two Time observed 007n7’s recently placed hands, noticing scars. They could feel their eyebrows raise, a possible fellow divine spawn worshipper?! That was rare, unless you lived in the most northeastern part of robloxia. But Two Time didn’t let themself get too happy, there was no spawn emblem anywhere in 007n7s fashion, but there were different levels of worship. Two Time looked down at their own wrists, littered in all sorts of scars, mostly self indulged, small blood sacrifices to the spawn, but some were done by others higher up within their religion. Would it hurt to ask the burger man about it?
Just as 007n7 and Guest were getting knee deep into a conversation, Dusekkar floated into the room.
“So sorry to disrupt, but Guest, could you come with me for a moment? I would go investigate, but here I’m one of the slowest.” He asked, looking a little concerned. Guest agreed to follow Dusekkar, and got up in a haste, leaving 007n7 and Two Time at the table.
As the two walked out, Two Time decided to ask something they had pondered about.
“So 007n7, do you also worship the divine spawn?” 007n7 raised his eyebrows in confusion.
“No… why? I wasn’t too big on religion before I came here.” He replied, his hands gripping each other a little tighter, noticing Two Times consistent glances between his face and his arms.
“Oh, just curious is all! A lot of spawn devotees have similar scars as you do all over their body.” Two Time informed, still questioning something. 007n7’s small smile was wiped away, and he removed his hands from the table.
“If you are not a worshipper of the holy spawn, why do you have those scars?” Two Time grilled, their grin faltering a little. 007n7 stopped breathing for a moment, fear and surprise hitting him like a fret crate. A cold sweat glazed his skin, and his hands squeezed the other. Why do you have those scars? Oh shit, was he not careful enough? To be fair, he’d never known anyone was actually going to utter anything towards him at all, but for someone to notice?! To ask?! Time felt like it had slowed down, if it hadn’t already, 007n7 started to breathe, but every breath was full of nervousness and doubt, what does he even do in this situation?
“My uh… cat clawed-uh, she clawed anything in sight…! What a… um… a rascal she was!” He sputtered out, trying to play it off, he had never owned a cat. Two Time sat there, 007n7 had a cat? Really? C00lkidd wasn’t enough?
“Oh, what a cutie she must’ve been! What was her name?” Two Time asked, they knew it wasn’t all a cat.
They weren’t as stupid as almost everyone thought they were.