You have, [7], Voicemails.

by Your_ReflectionFoils

Summary:

A shaky sigh left 007n7,

" .. Call you later? Maybe then you'd actually answer the phone, huh, jackass? Hah.. "
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Notes:

hi.
I like to think that listening to thiiiiiis!
[ Disillusion ST - Dancing with Glass || https://youtu.be/annNdja849w?si=NI50I9XqCJlCD2P8 ]
Helps really get you in that MOOD yk? yeah, yeahhhhhhh
other stuff i listened to was Flavor Foley's Static and Show Me The Body's Spit. They're not rlly fitting but yeah have at ye

Chapter 1: Hey, Noli,

Riiiing...

Riiiiiiiing...

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" Hey, Noli, been a while, huh? Yeah, uh, was jus' trying to check up on you. See if you're doing alright, you know? "

The line flared to life as a man took a deep breath, speaking quietly- softly. As though he were to be treating his device and the receiver's ear like a baby, with gentle care. Letting silence settle and add excruciating seconds to the already long 'Call'.

" I'm doing okay. I know, this sounds a bit, ugh. I- ehr, "

He'd speak, abruptly so. Cutting the silence with words that were blunter than the old knives in the kitchen drawers-- struggling to speak, barely able to hide his frustration with groans and scoffs.

" Look, "

Finally choking out a word that isn't made of blunders and grumbles.

" man.. I miss you. "

Admitting that wasn't easy, a shaky sigh leaving him as the sounds of squeaks barely got caught by the device's below average mic quality. Taking a deep breath, iiiin... and out.

" I know you're looking for the Void Star, but, you, really don't need to. It's not that awesome, trust me, it's probably like, the worst thing ever you know? haha, ha.. "

.....

Silence accented the awkward chuckle by the end that he had sprinkled in to make his words less of a command. It was akin to reading a nicely put together letter, reading into the cursive writing in ink, perfect and prim till the end. A blotch.

" I've been trying to do more things, expand my horizons, you know? But I can't help but miss us. All that fun we had, the long talks, laughs, I don't NEED To spell it out to you, right? "

As much as the man filled in the silence, it was too late to. This wretched need to hear a response, almost instinctively waiting to hear a voice regardless of knowing full well that the man he's looking for isn't going to reply. Not right now. Hopefully later. Maybe at midnight. Spamming 007n7's phone till the Call list was full of Noli's number and it alone. It wasn't like there were any other numbers to call anyways. But there was always this smirk on his face thinking back at all those missed calls and knowing that right when he calls back, he'd be greeted by his best friend's yells and bickering. All of it was lighthearted, that mean-ish kind of fun. The type he misses no matter how much he had changed and moved on.

 

...........

 

" Remember when we first moved in together, Noli? "

 

---

 

A groan had left him , dropping the box of personal belongings with a loud THUD . 007n7 remembers that day so vividly. How they moved out of college dorms to a more recluse part of Robloxia, practically drop-outs in the face of many, but to each other? They were going to be 'revolutionary' in ways a degree wouldn't be able to showcase with its fancy fonts and overly decorated prestige. How the sky was pitch black, hues of dark blues and purples mixed together, stars speckle the sky as the moon shone bright- lighting the outside of their newly acquired apartment. With a breeze so cold, one could swear it pierced through one another's hoodies as they moved boxes out of his van and back inside.

The windows were open, the house riddled with boxes as he busied himself with dusting the rooms as 007n7 swept the floors almost impatiently. Even if they were exploiters, they had a bit of decency, even if it was.. Annoying. Ugh, it’s hard to forget the amount of times he himself had groaned and complained- hearing Noli groan louder as if to one up 007n7. Bullshitting complaints that were nonsensical, some that he’d reply with more nonsense. Oh, how it built up more and more till they simply ditched the idea of cleaning. Sitting down on foldable chairs in the middle of the room as both held bottles of alcohol.

 

- It was an unforgettable night.

 

“ SO.. “

He’d pipe up, taking a long sip of his beverage as 007n7 looked over-

“ 20..? “

(so..?)

Cocking a brow in response. Hand gently swirling the liquid inside the brown tinted bottle as he watched Noli pull the bottle away from his lips. A sigh left him as he turned his full attention to 007n7. Smirking before even saying a word.

“JUST THINKING, YA KNOW, WITH THIS WHOLE GIG YOU PLANNED OUT- THINK WE CAN NAIL SOME HOT CHICKS? “

The bottle was used like a pointer stick, gesturing towards 007n7 at the word ‘you’. Bringing the alcoholic beverage close to his own chest right after just to gently tap the tip onto his chin, acting so thoughtful as 007n7 couldn’t help but snort at the question.

“ (snrRK-!) 23r10u2ly?? 6u63– “

(Seriously?? Dude–)

“ OH COME ON!! YOU WERE THINKING IT TOO!”

Interrupting 007n7 right on time, leaning over to him to bump the bottle onto 007n7’s shoulder. Evidently playful but it didn't mean that it was nice and soft. But nevertheless, he’d get up to his abruptly, the signs of him being tipsy was very much evident by how he held himself.

“ LOOK.”

Taking a step away from his chair, he’d make a shuffle over to the many boxes. Both arms raised up as this shit-eating grin kept itself etched onto the man’s lips. A small little dance, or better said- shake of the hips, as he made his way over. Leaning into the boxes to pull out a random notebook. 

“ LET ME HELP YOU OUT, DAWG.”

Turning around with this sheer amount of confidence that --prepared 007n7 for the most outrageous, stupid fucking bullshit imaginable. Which intrigued him, leaning over with a chuckle slipping past his own set of lips. He watched Noli gently kick over the foldable chair, too lazy to place down his bottle or set the notebook on his own seat. Prompting 007n7 to reach over to the chair once close enough to properly set it besides him. 

Noli sat down. Finally putting down his drink after a moment of hesitating and thinking on how to write with his hands full. Of course, with one on the notebook and the other newly freed, he’d use his dominant hand to make writing gestures. Eyes noticeably looking aside like that of a fish as 007n7 huffed. Raising his own unoccupied hand, basking it in black and red pixels as he mindlessly inputted a code. And just like that, brought that same hand up to his lips to mock the action of smoking. Inhaling nothing, and blowing out the same nothing as a pen had ‘magically’ appeared in between his fingers, twirling it around his hand before handing it over to Noli.

It was always a spectacle with him.

But with that done, Noli had swiped it off his hands as he muttered the words ‘show off’ and began drawing. An excessively curvy woman on the left page, and a thin nerdy chick on the right page. Poorly drawn, but that’s not the point.

“ THIS IS YOUR HOT G-F. “

The pen tapped onto the thin nerdy chick. A harsh taptaptaptaptaptap before claiming it was 007n7’s ‘girlfriend’. Then, tapping excessively on the unrealistically curvy woman,

“ THIS… IS MY HOT G-F. “

Wearing a cocky grin as 007n7 rolled his eyes harshly.

“ n444444h, g1mm3 y0ur2!”

(naaaaaah, gimme yours!)

Hands shoved in, the pixels wavered slightly as 007n7 took turn on tapping excessively as Noli shook his head nonchalantly.

“MMMNO. BUDDY. WAIT IN LINE. MADE THIS MYSELF SOOOOOO, YEAH, “

Noli would lean over, a slight jab of the elbow into 007n7 as his attention turned towards him. Noticing how cocky, how prideful, just outrageous. Over a drawing? OHH PLEASEEEE. It made 007n7 grin, snorting and not caring to mask his laughter. His free arm was tossed over Noli’s shoulder, making sure to take one more sip of his own alcohol before leaning in.

“00000H 20 y0ur3 g0nn4 2m00ch y0ur F4K3 G1RLFR13N6? L0000000023RRRRRRR!!!! N0 W0N63R Y0U W4N7 D3M H444444W7 CH1111CK2222!!!! ”

(OOOOOH So youre gonna smooch your FAKE GIRLFRIEND? LOOOOOOOOSERRRRRRR!!!! NO WONDER YOU WANT DEM HAAAAAAWT CHIIIICKSSSS!!!!)

Grating. He’d speak aloud and slur his words into Noli’s ears. Earning a mean side-eye once 007n7 shook him along to further dig at their ‘confidence’.

“ YOU JEALOUS? “

Noli would pipe up, clearly not finished but 007n7 had enough audacity to immediately respond sarcastically.

“ PFFT- y344444hh 2ur3– “

(PFFT- yeaaaaahh sure-)

“OF MY GIIIIIIRLFRIIIEND???? YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS ACTION TOO HUH? “

Immediately regretting it as 007n7 would loudly make a sound akin to that of disgust. Noli leaning over with his newly acclaimed checkmate.

“ YUUUUCKKKK!!!!! 6UUUUUU63!!! “

(YUUUUCKKKK!!!!! DUUUUUUDE!!!)

“ YEAH. YEAH. PUCKER UP, “

Noli was joking, that was true. He was teasing, be sure to know that. As he made ‘mwuhhhh mwuhhhh mwuhhh’ sounds to make it clear he wasn’t looking for it to be ‘returned’. There was nothing to return. So instead, 007n7 would play into it,

“N0000!!! L-0-L!!! 7H47’2 G4Y 4-F!!! “

(NOOOO!!! L-O-L!!! THAT'S GAY A-F!!!)

Then, Noli would gasp,

“ HOLD IT. SEVENS… I'M A WOMAN!!! THEREFORE IT ISN'T GAY! “

007n7 would blink, baffled.

“ M3 700!!! 7H47’2 271LL G4Y!!! “

(ME TOO!!! THAT'S STILL GAY!!!)

“ YOU CAN'T BE S-R-S RIGHT NOW…. YOU CAN’T BE GAY AND A WOMAN!!!!!! “

That alone made 007n7 start laughing his ass off, doubling over as Noli soon followed suit after the outrageous comment. Cackling, snorting, coughing, it left them lightheaded as they both leaned onto one another for support.007n7 taking it a bit further as he mindlessly tried to grab the notebook from Noli’s grasp. Giggling just as obnoxiously as he tilted his bottle of alcohol a bit too much– if it spilled or not wasn’t in the forefront of neither of their minds. Both looking down at the poorly drawn “haaawwwwt chiiiiicks” that Noli had made.

“ N0L111 W4447CH 0UU777!!! G4Y W0M3N!!!! “

(NOLIII WAAATCH OUUTTT!!! GAY WOMEN!!!!)

Immediately closing and opening the notebook repeatedly as if alluding to the fact that the drawings were kissing. Noli raised his arms up into the air, trying to muster out a dramatic ‘no’ but couldnt with the uncontrollable laughter taking over. It was purely ridiculous. Absurd.

“ O-M-G!! IT’S USSSSS “

“ 2709!!! BWAAHAHAAHAH-AH! “

(STOP!!!)

Well, the word absurd couldn’t even begin to describe this mess. With 007n7 leaning forward, chest pressed onto his knees as he wheezed and coughed from all the laughing. Meanwhile Noli leaned forward and then back in a quick and harsh motion, the chair creaking as his laughter was soon interrupted by a yelp and a THUD that soon decorated the laughter that continued to fill the air. His friend looking over, cackling at the mishap Noli had gotten himself into with his sides on the floor and the chair on its back. 

It didn't help in the slightest.

 

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A long sigh left the man, being fully caught by the device’s microphone. A gentle chuckle following soon after, as though a grin threatened to make its way onto 007n7’s lips.

“ I think I sort of uh, forgot what happened afterwards. Jus’ that we apparently named your drawings Les and Bea? And that whole gay lovers thing. “

More chuckling ensued, rustling heard beyond the device with silence trying to sink in and become their new companion once more. Awaiting for a reply or a ‘cool’. Hell, he’d take a slur from the guy. But he knew damn well that the ‘guy’ he was looking for isn’t on the other side of the phone right now. Just some automated machine recording every word, sigh, stifle, and long winded silence.

“ … Okay. I think it’s been a while. Gettin’ pretty late too. So. I guess. Yeah. That’s it. “

Every single word he spat was weird, slanted, pausing for weirdly long periods of time. Taking a second to think, taking a second to let it all sink in. This isolating feeling of receiving nothing but silence at the end as a baby quietly snored in the other room. A shaky sigh left 007n7,

" .. Call you later? Maybe then you'd actually answer the phone, huh, jackass? Hah.. "

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Chapter 2: It's Sevens.

Summary:

Nostalgia is a bad thing.

Notes:

hi, another tune
[ Disillusion ST - Blood Orange | https://youtu.be/zr98IboqjJk?si=5ZMMmDxO_Kipm6MM ]
other tunes were the vegeta and piccolo not a big fan of the government, and MCR's Im Not Okay 🎷🐈 oh and back to friend but blehhhhh blehhhhhhhh

Riiiing...

Riiiiiiiing...

Riiiiiiiing.......

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“ Again? Seriously dude? “

A sigh left the man, it being caught by the microphone. Clearly, with how his voice cracked at the word ‘again’, he was hopeful. Maybe too hopeful. Yet that didn't stop him from talking to nothing once more. 

“ How long has it been? Years? Yeah. Like, at least two. “

He'd state, not so matter of factly but enough to ensure there was a concept of time coursing through the older man’s head. A baby’s coo and mindless blabbering barely caught by the mic but either 007n7 didn't notice at all or simply didn't care.

“ You didn't call back. I thought you would. It's been a few months. Did you even listen to it? “

The words that left his mouth were stale, almost demanding of an answer. Talking to a brick wall that he made himself. Questioning the concept of the man he reached out to so desperately. The silence that overtook the call became more tilted, heavier, thicker, disgusting, wretched, nauseating, suffocating.

“ … it's alright if you didn't. “

Concerning.

“ I'm sure you're, busy. Real busy. “

Venomous almost. In no world would 007n7 admit that he for once hated that Noli didn't return his call. In no world would he have the guts to tell anyone that he enjoyed every single call he got from Noli, missed or not. Yet this was out of the norm, like a record scratch in the middle of his favorite tune, right on the good part. He can't even enjoy it if he keeps hearing that same screeching noise blanketing it. 

Something so sweet, now soured.

“ You know, if I left you hanging like that, you wouldn't have let me hear the end of it..! “

He'd mention so casually, making it clear that right at that second he held the other in the same standard. A far cry from their past relationship.

“ You'd do everything in your power to get back at me, don't think I'll forget it. It was pretty funny anyways. “

Nostalgia is a bad thing.

“ It always started those weird wars of ours. Always trying to get back at each other.. you know, guy stuff. “

It always makes things look prettier than it ever was. Immortalized in disgustingly sweet honey dew, crystalized for one's own viewing forevermore. It is a dangerous thing to be tricked, led down a rabbit hole of falsehood and sweet placades. 

So

Disgustingly

Sweet

It's Haunting.

…

“ You do remember those, right? “

 

---

- One of them spanned for like, weeks. Thought that color would never wash off.

 

The sound of the shower running was the only thing in his mind, the sound drowning out the outside world. Especially when 007n7 had dunked his head under the water, trying to rinse out all the suds of the shampoo as his eyes were closed shut. It was hard to listen in for anything odd, water rushing down his own head with some engulfing his own ears, hearing the sound of the door creaking open would’ve been a luxury. Too bad he didn’t have such luxury. It was only when he leaned his head away from underneath the current of water that he heard an additional one.

Baffled, he could barely squint through the soapy water in fear of getting shampoo in his eyes. Hand reaching towards the shower curtains to grab onto it–

THHK!

A hand was smacked onto the curtains right as 007n7 leaned over, getting a plastic sheet stuck on his face. Sputtering, he choked out a ‘hey’ before the person in question finally made their presence known.

“ WATCH IT, I’M PISSING OVER HERE!!!!! “

Noli… Ugh. He had yelled out loud, acting bothered as quiet snickers trailed soon after. 007n7 let out a groan, pulling back the shower curtains to peek over. Clearly, he wasn’t exactly looking . Squinting still to an unbearably thin line. It’d be a lie to say he could eve see right then and there.

“ 6U63!!! 1’M 74K1NG 4 2H000-W333333RRRRRRR!!!!! “

(DUDE!!! I’M TAKING A SHOOO-WEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!)

A sigh leaving Noli as a response to 007n7’s clear frustration. Presumably finishing up as the sound f a zipper went off–

“ LOL. I KNOW. “

His last comment before flushing the toilet. Forcing the once warm water to turn ice cold, getting a scream out of 007n7 alongside a string of curses. Obnoxious laughter filled the room as the fellow exploiter outside the shower smacked the curtains once again to taunt the other guy.

“ WHAT'S WRONG?! CAN'T HANDLE A QUICK SPLASH OF COLD WATER, SEVENS ? “

Adding onto it with an all knowing tone decorating the clear mocking right when 007n7 turned off the shower head. The water stopped as all that left his lips were curses on loop. Swearing and insulting.

“ fuck1n’ 817ch 422 m07h3rfuck3r-!”

(fuckin’ bitch ass motherfucker-!)

Interrupted.

“HUUUUUHHH? III CAAAAN'T HEAR YOOUU, SEVEEN!! “

Obnoxious. Obnoxious. Obnoxious.

007n7 was quick to reach for a towel as Noli snickered and giggled. Rubbing the white towel across his own face to take off all the remaining soap, finally opening his eyes to Noli scrambling and running out of the bathroom. 

“ H3Y!!! G37 84CK H3R3, J4CK422!! “

(HEY!!! GET BACK HERE, JACKASS!!)

007n7 yelled out, quick to move his towel to wrap around his own hips. Now scrambling as well to get out of the shower. He was going to give chase, yet he wasn't clear on what to do afterwards. Maybe this was but a mock of a threat, still finding it a hilarious encounter beneath all of that worked up anger. To make it clear, the house was small, something sustainable but not the best for two friends; An alright space for the living room, small kitchen, small bathroom, and a single ‘okay’ bedroom. There's no garage, no basement, no attic. Plain and simple, if anything they had ditched the washing machine to the back under a shoddily made cover with thick wooden rods and a metal sheet over it.

In short, Noli barely had much room to run around in.

Laughter, yelling, screaming, it all blended together as 007n7 chased down Noli. Running around and along the couch in the living room; Noli would grin wide, ecstatic as he stared down at 007n7- who couldn't hold back the growing grin on his face. 

“ C0M3 0NNN! 2709 RUNN1NG!! “

(COME ONNN! STOP RUNNING!!)

Barking that demand as one hand gripped onto his own towel with all his might, practically willing it to stay in place as the other assisted in circling the couch. Noli, however, had BOTH Hands available. And once 007n7 was about to catch him– hee outright vaulted the couch. Thank GOD He didn't have shoes on. Yet that entire trick prompted a groan from 007n7,

“ SAYS WHO? “

Noli was snappy with it. Giving 007n7 his back before shaking his arse as a taunt, laughing all the while. And when 007n7 opened his mouth, Noli knew exactly what he was going to say–

“ 24Y2 M3!!” / “SAYS ME!!”

Shutting 007n7 up before adding more fuel to the fire.

“ I'M NOT YOUR BITCH, SEVENS!!! ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN YOUR HAIR MAKES YOU LOOK GAYER THAN THE ASSWIPE ACROSS THE ROAD! “

Hair? Hair. What.

It was only then that 007n7 brought his hand up to his hair, confused, especially when he finally noticed his hands being tinted pink . Looking down to his white towel, now with smears of pink . Horror overtaking his face once he brought up a free hand up to his hair, pulling at it to try and sneak a peek at it (Do note, his hair is somewhat long, reaching the shoulders and a bit past it. Simply perfect for a hasty low ponytail if ever needed- which was always).

Pink .

He could almost feel the expectant gaze boring holes into his very being. Noli couldn't, no, he wouldn’t stop staring. Wanting to see 007n7’s reaction amidst his need to hold back his own laughter, snickers only creeping out of his lips as 007n7’s were suddenly pursed. Pressed into a thin line before twisting and contorting into a frown, grimace, all till he was visibly gritting his teeth in anger. Not from the insult, no, but the fact his hair was ruined thanks to some revenge ploy Noli had probably thought of weeks in advance. Maybe even more. But no sane person would have year long revenge plots just to get back at their roommate.

“ N0l1…”

(Noli...)

007n7 would finally say his name.

“YEEEEESSSSS? “

Noli would respond without hesitation.

Noli grinned wildly , 007n7’s frown deepened .

Only for 007n7 to vault the couch, regardless if it made it harder or nigh impossible to keep the towel perfectly on him. Screams and yelling intertwined, from a spiteful ‘you’ to a regretful ‘wait’. All culminating in Noli hitting the floor–

Really it was something else.

 

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Snickering could be heard from the other side of the phone, the old man noticeably trying to stifle his laughter as a baby coos and blabs quietly. Clearly, someone didn’t want to be TOO Loud. Regardless, it was loud enough to be caught, to be heard, to be noticed, felt.

How was something like that a nice memory?

Not even 007n7 knew. But he just thought it was before voicing it out and retelling his own perspective with sweeter words. Decorating the irritating, obnoxious experience with a thick coat of saccharine. Now sitting on the same cough, in heavy silence as he waited.

He waited.

And waited.

Of course he can’t respond.

He wasn’t even there.

“ … I bet you at least found that time a bit funny. Whenever you hear this, yeah, “

Awkwardly trying to fill in the oppressing silence with his voice, the baby’s coos and blabs having died down to quiet snores and sighs. Not enough to fill in what was missing, but simply add onto it.

“ Like- “

He tried again.

“ Sure. Maaaaybe, if I didn’t use you as an example, I wouldn’t have gotten my hair dyed. Sort of. But it WAS A bit funny! “

…

“ Come on. Not even a little bit? “

…

“ .. Right, so, yeah. Uh. Right. Yeaaaah. I, think it’s been a bit too long. See you later? Remember to call back!! “

 

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Notes:

And Nothing Went Wrong!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 3: How's it been?

Summary:

Do you even remember those days?

Notes:

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY THIS FEELS LIKE A FEVER DREAM RN... 😭😭😭
I don't really have a fitting moodsetter for this, if it helps i like to think that the music being blasted is actually's MJ's Smooth Criminal. I, really!!! Like to believe 7n7 was a big fan of THE King of pop and his snazzy dance moves.
Other stuff I listened to during this was; Kpop Takedown, Invisible Duran, Spit ... again, Static.... AGAIN!!!!, Without you. ikisugare idolssss <3, um, i have hoop dreams yeah
i rlly like writing noli he's so out of pocket like what is he doing atp

Riiiing...

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“ Noooliii! “

A voice was quick to ring out, buzzing through the microphone as the sound of yelling and laughing was competing with 007n7’s own voice. It babbled nonsense as a sharp exhale seemed to have peaked the microphone- not out of irritation, not out of grief, not out of anything. If ANYTHING, it sounded like the babbling had gotten closer.

“ Come on, did you forget to call back? “

A creak rang out, likely a door being opened or closed, the resounding thud being the only hint. And honestly, it was a bad one. 

“ It’s been so long already, time really flew. “

Silence was the last thing present, the babbling seeming to fill in for whenever the man decided to go quiet. Wait for an answer, or hell, be distracted by the source. Even if temporarily.

“ How long has it been? A year or so? “

…

“ I, honestly, didn’t think it’d take that long. You know, the Void Star or whatever. “

His voice got quieter, as if whoever or whatever was with him wasn’t supposed to hear. Yet it didn’t hide how much his words were drenched in regret. Remorse ringing its bells especially with the babbling ceasing. Mumbling.

“ .. I seriously meant it when it wasn’t worth it. Just, forget about it, we don’t need it to have fun. “

Croaking out each and every word with careful phrasing. Purposeful. But lacking any genuine meaning other than making more demands for the man on the other side. 

“ Sure, sure, hacking, exploiting, all that ss.. s, erm.. Stuff . Was fun . But we’re too old for it. It’s in the past.. “

Saying that hurts. 

“ Th..- there’s better things to do now.., you know? “

Voice cracking as light shuffling could be heard through the microphone. A shaky sigh sneaking its way into the recording, then a deep inhale.. Exhale.

“ There’s, better, things to do.. “

Repeating his own words as if to reassure himself. Silence crawling back in like a persistent stalker, filling in for the absence of the other. Filling in as 007n7 talked to no one but the idea- no, the concept of Noli being there. An idealized, sugarcoated, misremembered iteration of him that only made those ‘good old days’ feel more and more suffocatingly sweet. Regardless of the guilt that suffocated him just as much, drowning him for even thinking about his days as a terrorist as sweet and perfect . 

Especially with who he now had resting in his grasp.

It hurts.

But, he had to move on .

“ It, was pretty dangerous too.. “

Yet, he just couldn't move on.

 

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- Like that one time at the Pizzeria.., honestly looking back now it was a bit too much, don't you think? 

Music blares from who knows where as within the lobby of a familiar pizzeria was where many of the customers and employees stood. The glass doors were locked tight by digital chains coated in black and red, decorated by black and purple locks that seemed useless at first glance. Though their main function was more noticeable by other fellow exploiters and administrators alike, maybe even those that have seen it enough would know exactly what it was all about. An additional firewall to avoid anyone from easily barging in without having to decrypt it.

Made it very easy for them to slip out of instances without being caught and banned.

007n7 sat on the counter, facing the group as he leaned back on his left arm. A cocky grin plastered across his face, raising his right to wave it about like a director instructing his musicians. Hand coated in red and black pixels, only leaving red particles in its wake. In a single swing to the right, the many people in front of 007n7 lurched towards the right as well. Like puppets on a string, made to do a whimsical little dance in perfect synchrony. All seemingly choreographed to perfection as the crowd would then split in the middle, backing off in rows as they were forced to painstakingly hold poses. Backs arched backwards, front facing inwards and towards whatever they were allowing through. Their arms stuck forward before in turns, by rows, they raised them up to ‘introduce’ the pair that came through.

Shoes stomping forward and a pair of hands clenched ruthlessly onto another who's covered in purple hues.

Mister Builder was dragged along in a ruthless tango, face scrunched in a grimace and cheek pressed against his lead’s masked face. Going with the rhythm of the song, enforcing the instance's pseudo-admin along as the black and purple locks crawl across Mr Builder’s body. Effectively stopping him from getting access to any commands, less the ability to remove the two from his workplace. He could only watch as a spectator to his own body, watching himself be dragged to approach 007n7 at a consistent pace by his partner in crime, Noli. Being abruptly spun about, finally facing away 007n7 and to Noli. 

Even if his comedy mask grinned, he could feel Noli’s gaze bore through him with genuine seriousness. Dipping Mr Builder, allowing for his hardhat to drop to the ground and his head barely grazing the counter 007n7 sat atop of. Looking up and now to the faces of the two exploiters with pure disdain– 007n7 grinned widely, seeming satisfied; Noli raised his head up to look towards 007n7’s, chuckling at the other's satisfaction.

Mr Builder wanted to speak.

Mr Builder wanted to lash out.

Mr Builder wanted to scare them off.

But in a smooth move, he was pulled back up, whipped behind Noli and practically tossed towards the middle of the lobby. Stumbling, shambling, falling face first as the chains wore off– leaving only the locks that blocked him from truly retaliating. 

Yet that didn't stop him.

Yet he stood back up.

Yet with something to say.

Yet when he spun around to face them.

A quiet ‘oop’ left 007n7 and he was met by a black transparent wall, bumping into it from the front. Then backed up to bump to another parallel to it. Once it clicked, 007n7 would then raise a hand, balled up with only his pointer finger standing upright. Swayed side to side, the exploiter clicked his tongue in denial.

“ L-O-L!!!!!!! “

Noli would exclaim as both he and 007n7 watched Mr Builder realize he was caged. The oh -so annoyingly common jail command, at least common with these two. Mr Builder pressed his palms against the glass as 007n7 stood up with a bounce, quick to approach as his steps were taken to the beat of the music. Noli moved along to follow, not exactly following the rhythm but moving his hands along with the lyrics sung throughout the ongoing song. Being the closest to clearly indicating that he was mouthing the words along with 007n7 doing slight pauses or hesitant steps ensuring he went to the beat before speeding his steps. Quick to lean towards Mr Builder as Noli trailed behind, instead looming over 007n7.

“ N1c3 64nc3 m0v32, GR4M92. “
(Nice dance moves, GRAMPS. )

007n7 spat, clearly in a mocking tone. Looking towards the older man with an almost giddy look on his face. Yet that same man looked back with a strained, frustrated gaze. Brows knitted as he dryly swallowed nothing.

“ That's enough -! Have you two no sense of respect?! This is a family establishment ! We do not condone this behavior upon our customers, staff, or anyone at all! “

Mr Builder would take this chance to yell aloud, trying to put his foot down. 

“ I've given you chances, multiple ! Yet you insist on coming back and causing a wreckage of my establishment! Have the administrators not taught you a lesson one or two times enough? ”

Yet 007n7 would only click his tongue, leaning back with his arms crossing. 

“ You two DO Understand this isn't funny, right? This isn't a joke? This is SERIOUS And I'm fairly sure both of you are old ENOUGH To understand- no! Too old to be even having this conversation! ”

Yet Noli would only groan, leaning aside and towards 007n7 on time to wrap an arm on his friend’s shoulder. 

“ Do NOT Make me repeat myself! Drop all of this and you will, at most, get out of this with being detained! “

Both looking towards him, then back at each other. Pointing at Mr Builder as if he had said something so ridiculous and unfeasible! While it is true that they're far too old for this (practically bordering their thirties), it didn't stop them from having such an immature response in store.

“ LAMEEEE. NO THX. WE'LL TAKE THE COOLER WAY OUT. “

Noli’s arm over 007n7 shifted, readjusting itself so his hand could clench onto the other exploiter’s shoulder. Squeezing it right when he looked over to see what 007n7 had to say.

“ y0U 837! L372 g0 8l0w u9 7h3 k17ch3n, 6u63! “
(you BET! Lets go blow up the kitchen, dude!)

Noli’s face wasn’t visible, but the satisfaction he got from 007n7’s agreement was almost palpable . A laugh escaping the masked exploiter as if he won an argument via the middleman siding with him. Quick to tug and pull 007n7 around to start heading to the kitchen,

“ LETS GOOOO!!! DIBS ON THE FURNACES!!!! “

Practically cheering 007n7 along as Mr Builder was left baffled, the people around still stuck in the painful poses and left to watch the exploiters leave the room and them. Their pace hurried, running towards the kitchen as the music barely drowned out the insistent yelling from Mr Builder but definitely by each other’s giggling and snickering.

“ 6U63. 616 Y0U 233 7H3 L00K 0N H12 F4C3?!”
(DUDE. DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE?!)

007n7 would exclaim, trying to stifle his laughter into snickers. Swinging open the fridge and grabbing onto the segment where most of the sodas are kept- outright pulling it out in one fell swoop. Purposefully, may it be emphasized , spilling the cans onto the ground, watching some fizzle as others roll about.

“ L-M-A-OH!! OLD MAN HAS SOME NERVE TO TELL US WHEN TO STOP, HUH? ”

Noli would exclaim back, trying to stifle his laughter into giggles. Swinging open the ovens, one by one , ensuring they were all on and at max heat. Feeling the almost soothing scorching heat radiating off of them before glancing over his shoulder. 

Not only at the clattering of the sodas, but the sudden shut of a door .

This got them both to pause, looking towards the wooden door leading deeper into the establishment and to where the manager’s room would be (not to mention where they undock the supplies, box the pizzas, etc). For a moment, it fell silent. 

Regardless of the bustling music. 

Regardless of the insistent yelling. 

Regardless of the whirring of the ovens.

Both of their gazes were fixated on the door. The Door that opened all of a sudden only to shut just as quickly. Leaving only cold chills in its wake as they both were frozen in place. 

Not scared. 

Not intimidated. 

Not distraught. 

But surprised.

Surprised that someone somehow slipped by them.

Once it all clicked, they both dropped what they were doing, rushing towards the door and even bumping into each other. Curses escaping their lips like it was second nature, whipping the thing open as they stomped into the hall. Hearing the creak and shut of another door–

“ THAT’S THE MANAGER’S-! “

Noli would spit out almost immediately, prompting 007n7 to run towards the manager’s office. Noli would trail behind, heaving slightly at the rush and adrenaline eating them both alive.

“ 7H3Y G0N’ F44WK1NG 2N11117CHHHH!!! ”
(THEY GON’ FAAWKING SNIIIITCHHHH!!!)

007n7 would say aloud, immediately ramming into the office’s door. It creaked, but with Noli slamming right after, it practically heaved under their weight. Stepping back the two tried to move back in for another bodyslam, basically interrupting each other before Noli just outright shoved 007n7 away. Raising his leg, he aimed near the knob, for that sweet spot , kicking right there.. Just to hop backwards a bit after failing to break down the door. 

Noli leaned back, 007n7 simply stepping in to ensure he didn't fall over while staring daggers at the door. It took them a bit, but an ‘oh’ left them, turning to one another as though they got an idea most ingenious.

…

KABANG!!!

An explosion shook the building, regardless of how small it was, the sound and shock from its abruptness definitely shook others as well. But the two exploiters laughed through the loud sound, finally stepping through the doorway and over the scorched door. Noli stood by, leaving 007n7 to move onwards in search of the ‘snitch’. 

Focused.

Going through whatever he could find before going straight towards the desk. That's when he heard it, a gasp and whimper. A sound, no, indicator that made a wicked grin grow big on his face. Quick to step over and behind the desk, shoving the chair aside with little tolerance and crouching down with just as much vigor. Hands clasped onto the desk’s edge, he spoke aloud.

“ G07CH4–! ”
(GOTCHA–!)

A yelp came from the suspect, they trembled as their little hands covered their face. Trying to ball up more and more as 007n7 watched in befuddlement. Slowly fixing his posture to peek from the desk and to Noli, who looked over and made a gesture akin to asking a question. An unspoken ‘so?’ , which definitely went unanswered when 007n7 immediately ducked down and cued a groan from the masked individual.

Now looking back at the child, the boy shyly looked over. Sniffling as 007n7 gestured for them to come on over, a quiet and seemingly comforting ‘awww it's okayy’ leaving the supposed terrorist . Practically baiting the kid over who hesitantly shuffled over, who was swiftly scooped up by 007n7 and pulled out from under the desk. In a single smooth move, he stood up with the toddler in his grasp, a confident smile plastered on his own face as the boy glanced around in utter confusio–

“ DID YOU JUST GAVE BIRTH TO A TODDLER?! ”

Noli blurted out without a second thought, going over as 007n7 had to stop himself from keeling over in a fit of laughter.

“ y y34H, 1 G4V3 81R7H R-N!! “
(y yeah, I GAVE BIRTH R-N!!)

“ WE'RE FINNA BE MOMS?! THIS IS GONNA BE SO LITTT!! ”

The two spoke aloud without any semblance of hesitation, the child looking a tad confused by the words the two were spewing. For all the boy knew he already had parents! 

“ OKAY OKAY, REAL SHEET “

Noli approached to look at the toddler, 007n7 sort of turned his head carefully to join in. Not resisting the old urge of pinching the boy’s cheeks, lightly tugging it and even shaking them. A sad case of cuteness aggression taking over as another quiet ‘awwe’ left the exploiters. Squinting through the lenses of his glasses whilst Noli squinting through his mask- almost judging the other.

“ .. WOAH. OKAY. I SEE HOW IT IS. “

Noli spoke up, making the two look over in confusion.

“ IF YOU'RE THE NICE MOM, THEN I'M THE ALCOHOLIC. LET ME GET MY HANDS ON A BOTTLE R-Q “

Babbling what felt like nonsensical claims, alas it was taken oh -so seriously by 007n7. Backing off and even turning enough to keep the boy ‘furthest’ from Noli’s reach.

“ W3LL 1F Y0UR3 F1NN4 83 L1K3 647, 1M G0N H4V3 70 122U3 4 61V0RC3!! “
(WELL IF YOURE FINNA BE LIKE DAT, IM GON HAVE TO ISSUE A DIVORCE!!)

007n7 would proclaim, managing to put on a more serious front as Noli would gasp. Both hands up to his own face before dragging them down, as though he could pull and tug at skin to demonstrate his own sorrow.

“WHAT!!! NO!! BABE!!!!!!!”

Noli would exclaim, quick to reach out to 007n7 just to have his gloved hand smacked away.

“ 6u63. N0n3 0f 647 g4y 2h17. “
(dude. None of dat gay shit.)

The line laid down and emphasized as 007n7 raised his free hand to wag his pointer finger at. 

“ UGH. I WAS JUST- “

“ 1m n07 y0ur 8483, 8r0 “
( Im not your babe, bro )

“O-M-G … YOU KNOW IT'S NOT THAT SERIOUS!! “

They argued. Really selling the whole divorce thing with 007n7 even turning to give Noli his back.

“Mhm y34h r173.., “
(Mhm yeah rite..,)

Nodding dismissively.

“ C’MON!!! YOU ALREADY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME IN THE DIVORCE!!!!!! “

Noli would desperately plead. Falling to his knees with both arms stuck out to his sides, head tilted back- outright sliding a bit towards the other.

“ 4n6 1ll 74k3 M0R3!!! 60N7 7327 M3 8R0!!! “
(And ill take MORE!!! DONT TEST ME BRO!!!)

007n7 quick to snap back and even look over with a sneer. The toddler in his hold was confused, unable to comprehend what was going on and assuming it was genuine infighting.

“ W3’r3 60N3, N0l1. G0068y3.. “
(We’re DONE, Noli. Goodbye..)

“ NO!! WAIT!!! ” 

Right when 007n7 was going to leave the office, he was stopped by Noli’s desperate yell. He glanced over his shoulder, and the toddler did so too. Watching Noli rise back to his feet.

“ WE’RE NOT DONE!!! “

Noli would proclaim.

“ MOMMY ISN'T DONE SPEAKING!! “

Which made 007n7 burst in laughter, cackling and wheezing at Noli’s outrageous words that just spewed out of Noli’s mouth. All before realizing that he practically lunged towards 007n7, running straight towards as the exploiter ran for the hills. Making his way out of the office with the giggling kid in tow and towards the lobby once more with Noli hot on their tail. Laughter filled the room, burying itself into the booming music that kept looping over and over. The same laughter that drowned out the gasp and panicked mumbling and mutterings from Mr Builder, both 007n7 and Noli looping around his cage as the people looked more and more strained. 

Weary.

Exhausted.

Bordering on passing out.

“ GET BACK HERE!!! “

“N00!!! F44444WCK 0FFFF 6UUUUU63!!! R-0-F-LLLH! “
(NOO!!! FAAAAAWCK OFFFF DUUUUUDE!!! R-O-F-LLLH!)

Amidst their yelling and cackles (not to mention inappropriate comments), they, and by they, it was 007n7 who came to a slow halt. Realizing the kid he held onto grew tense, his little hands clasped onto the wretched cat t-shirt that 007n7 wore as he looked towards the man inside the cage. 007n7 was confused, only for a moment. Noli almost bumped into him, deciding to use 007n7 to stop as quickly as he could, segwaying all that motion into leaning into 007n7’s free shoulder.

“ I- HEY! COME ON. WHAT IS IT NOW? “

Noli would drawl, readjusting his own footing before pressing his masked face onto the side of 007n7’s. Trying to look towards whatever he was facing.

“ What is it NOW ? “

The man inside the cage would repeat, spitting such words with venom. Hands pressed against the glass cage as he shook from fear mixed with anger. Drawing the attention and a slow turn from both exploiters-

“ You, BOTH Of you, Drop him this instant-! This is UNACCEPTABLE ! Why- WHY ! Why are you involving CHILDREN Into this?! “

Mr Builder would scold them, words shaky as he could barely maintain his composure. An overwhelming surge of emotions, pressures, anxieties. All from seeing that boy in the hands of terrorists . The boy seemed shaken up by this, prompting 007n7 to try and pat their back in re-assurance. But really, how’s that helpful after seeing someone act like so?

“ Are you TRYING To make things worse?! Put Elliot down, NOW ! “

Amidst the two feigning ignorance; Noli whistling as 007n7 patted the toddler’s back, they both slowly turned to each other briefly. Eerily so . Once the boy’s name was dropped from the father’s maw.

“ 3ll107? 23r10u2ly? “
(Elliot? seriously?)

Quick to pipe up, he readjusted his hold on the toddler to be under their arms. Sticking them outwards to squint at. Getting a good look before snapping his attention back to Mr Builder.

“ N-G-L. 7h47 n4m3 fuck1ng 2uck2 6u63. “
(N-G-L. That name fucking sucks dude. )

He then raised the boy up high, higher than he has ever been! Like Simba…

“ y0ur N3W 4n6 1M9R0V36 n4m3 2h4ll 83 …. C00lk1dd… “
(your NEW and IMPROVED name shall ne …. C00lkidd…)

“ THAT NAME FUCKING SUCKS TOO DUDE. “

007n7 seemed a bit too proud, only to hear Noli interject with his totally valid opinion.

“ 2hu7 u9 6u63 n0 0n3 444442k33333ddddddd!!! 4nyw4y2, y0u l1l’ 6u63, w17h my s2u93r c00l l1f3-734ch1ng 2k1llzzz f1nn4 83c0m3 64 n3x7 M4273R H4CK3R!!!! Un63r m3 8u7 83773r 7h4n 612 l023r 20000… ”
(shut up dude no one aaaaaskeeeeeddddddd!!! Anyways, you lil’ dude, with my super cool life-teaching skillzzz finna become da next MASTER HACKER!!!! Under me but better than dis loser sooooo…)

Now announcing the boy’s new future as if a badge of honor. Lowering him a bit to basically shove the itty bitty Elliot under one of his arms like some soccer ball.

“ JU- “

“ WHAT?! THat’s my SON ! You’re NOT Taking him to do ANY Of this! “

Noli was interrupted, thankfully, but it pulled all that negative attention onto Mr Builder. Who was slowly approached by 007n7 with a more serious look to his face. Eyes squinting through his pink framed glasses, glinting momentarily before his eyes were ever so clear. A taunting sort of gaze, one that paired with the shit-eating smirk on his face screamed a morbid sense of curiosity. One that made Mr Builder grimace, trying to maintain his poor composure even when it was clear that the father was terrified . His hands soon pressed against the cage’s transparent walls, trying to still his shaky hands as all Mr Builder could do now is hope .

Hope that the terrorist that stood before him just let Elliot go.

Hope that his only son could finally be safe.

Hope that this wouldn’t be the last time he sees him.

Yet it was this moment of silence that 007n7’s smirk died off. The lack of response, reaction, anything that made this fun was gone. Or so he believes . Simply seeing this as more depressing than entertaining. And to finally answer the unsaid plea of the father, 007n7 adjusted his hold on Elliot. Grabbing him by the scruff, out from under his arm and plopping him back onto his feet before his caged father.

“ 612 2ucc2 84ll2 r-n. L372 g0, 6u63. “
(dis succs balls r-n. Lets go, dude. )

Noli could only tilt his head in confusion, immediately noticing the other's shift in behavior. While Elliot waddled to the cage with Mr Builder in it to hear muttered assurances and praises from his father, 007n7 turned to go towards the pizzeria’s kitchen- Noli moving in quick to invade the man’s personal space with his arm wrapped around 007n7’s shoulder.

“ SERIOUSLY? JUS LIKE DAT? “

Noli’s hand would squeeze 007n7’s shoulder, leaning in close to mutter those words. A grunt being the closest to an answer from the fellow exploiter, making what sounded like a dissatisfied sigh left the masked one.

“ IF HE RUINED THE MOOD DAT MUCH WE CAN JUS BLOW DIS PLACE UP. WHAT IS HE GON’ SAY? NO? “

His words said quietly, only for 007n7 . Wanting nothing more than to persuade the other into an alternative he himself believed to be perfect for the two. Something enjoyable, amusing, fun . His free hand reached over to grab onto 007n7’s tee to keep him still and close , once more expectantly watching the other think about it. Let his thoughts rummage about and come to his own conclusion on the matter.

“Y0u kn0w 10n l1k3 74k1ng 17 647 f4r, n0l1. “
(You know ion like taking it dat far, noli.)

Noli’s grip tightened . 

Dissatisfied by the other’s response, Noli leaned in closer. Practically trying to take all of the other’s space, trying to suffocate them, about to speak his thoughts into 007n7’s ears but–

“ .. UGH. FINE. THEN WHAT? I AM NOT GOING BACK TO OUR PLACE LIKE DIS DUDE. HOW CAN I EAT A QUESADILLA WITH YOU MOPING ‘ROUND LIKE SOME DEPRESSED EMO? “

Groaning, he’d simply go along. His hand now slipping from the other’s tee and now under his mask, gloves soft and plush against his own face. Frustrated. Pinching the bridge of his nose right after 007n7 replied with a disinterested shrug.

“ HOW ‘BOOOUUT.. “

Noli would lower his gaze a bit, thinking about it, genuinely giving his next words so much thought. As if he cared that much about the other’s mood when in the end, it never really mattered. Using that same hand that once clasped onto 007n7’s shirt to grip onto it once more with reinvigorated motivation. Catching and pulling in 007n7’s attention to the masked exploiter, faces inches apart. 

Noli looked to 007n7 with what felt like this palpable sense of giddyness exuding from his jittery body language.

007n7 looked to Noli with what seemed to be confusion and skepticism as if he already knew that what the other had in mind would be a terrible idea.

As usual.

They let it happen.

“ WE GO TO THAT DISASTERS INSTANCE! YOU KNOW!! THE ONE DAT LOSER STICKMASTERLUKE HAS!! “

And like always, betting on nothing actually helps with Noli.

“ COME ONNNN!!! “

Regardless of 007n7 keeping a straight face, the other would just push and push. Lightly shaking 007n7.

“ IT’LL BE FUNNNN!!! “

Noli would insist, his words blunt and straight to the point. It lacks that childish immaturity and graces the others ears with malicious intent. Bare in mind, at no point was this innocent, at no point was this harmless fun– to ridicule the masses and to find some form of twisted satisfaction in getting to do whatever they want. Maybe it is simply spite towards administrators as a whole, how they gatekeep such powerful tools that only make the experience ‘ more fun and unique ’. That or it is a poorly disguised hate for the public, now twisted into wicked glee.

The answer is unclear, it always was .

007n7 and Noli never thought of it that deeply, they never self-reflected so harshly, pondered and overthought. They took it as is, if it felt good, then they took it.

If something felt right, would you take it too?

…

007n7 took a second, stifling a grin that not in a million years would go unnoticed by Noli. And just like that, an excited ‘HAH!’ left the masked man vehemently shaking the other about to get him to lose that composure.

To finally get him to say-

“F11111N33!! F11111N333!!! Y0U G07 M3!! 2UR3, WHY N07?! “
(FIIIIINEE!! FIIIIINEEE!!! YOU GOT ME!! SURE, WHY NOT?!)

To have him cave to the pressure. And just like that, Noli would lean back. Letting go of his shoulder to pat him on the back.

“ DAAATSSSS WHAT I THOUGHT BEE-AAAATCH!!! NOW LET'S WRAP DIS UP SO WE CAN GO TROLL THOSE NERRDDZZZ!!! L-O-LLL!!! “

Noli would laugh aloud, being joined by 007n7 right after he claimed the other was JUST As bad as those ‘nerds’. Exchanging playful pushes and shoves, general roughhousing that quickly spiralled once 007n7 grabbed onto Noli’s arm to force him in a direction. Letting it melt from immature games into an almost professional and intricate dance between two. With 007n7 leading, he’d force Noil to circle him.

Faster and Faster.

Round and round they went.

007n7 soon timed the upcoming pause, halting in an almost calculated way before taking a step back like salsa. Free arm raised up high yet his gaze forever glued onto Noli, who lagged a bit behind but still showed just as much if not even more enthusiasm than many. Quickly tugging Noli’s arm to pull him in close, something he followed along before embracing the other in what clearly was a two person dance. 

Returning to tango, perhaps?

007n7’s free arm wrapping around his torso, a few steps back and forth to go with the music. Sometimes backing off, trailing that arm along from the back to grab his Noli’s also free hand. Purposeful steps accentuated by Noli’s somewhat lost ones, trying to keep up and learn as it goes before finally taking the lead himself. With 007n7 adding flare by moving his a in a way better described like a snake’s movement pattern, guiding Noli’s arms as the other moved their legs with expertise. Careful but still hastened step. Both trying to get into position whereas Noli could finally twirl 007n7 around, pulling him close, taking his weight off to finally dip him just like he did with Mr Builder.

Red and purple pixels intermingled and gone.

Gone with the wind, surely the administrators had a field day with that one..

 

---

 

S ilence was the only thing that filled the void now. Not a laugh, not a cheeky response, not even a comment. He’d breathe, inhale and exhale bouts of air. Exhausted would seem to be the answer but it felt incorrect regardless.

At least not exhausted from the story.

But exhausted of this.

Every sigh and groan, every tale spun and retold under a candid gaze. Idealism forever apparent, Bias forever present, one’s own downfall- Could it even be called denial if they know exactly what they’re doing? If they know what happened? And regardless acts like it was but simple memories of the past. Some to be soon discarded and-or forgotten. Decayed by the passing of time as they drift further and further apart.

It hurts.

Sometimes, 007n7 just wished his final words were more caring. Then, and maybe then, Noli might’ve come back and finally greet him. 

Even if it was a one time thing.

“ … hey.. Did you know that kid grew up..? “

007n7 would finally speak.

Breathe.

“ he grew up- but, well, that’s obvious. “

Inhale….

“ Well, he's working there now, just like his old man– isn’t that so sweet? “

Exhale….

“ Are you even listening to these, Noli..? “

Silence.

“ Do you even.., I don't know.., think about me? “

Still Silence.

“ Have you forgotten about me-? About us? “

Droning Silence.

“ It’s alright if you did… I wasn’t good for you anyways. Goodnight. “

Click!

 

Notes:

Haiiiii!!!
jsyk this specific 'flashback' is when 7n7 was 27 and Elliot was 9!!!
In Forsaken, they're 37-38 and 19-20 respectively,
Noli is dubious? but he's either a year younger or older than 7n7 I never rlly picked so shrugs

Chapter 4: Still looking for it?

Summary:

He reminds me of you. Really.

Notes:

hi :3
I listened to a lot of Silent Hill 2 OST while making this, a bit of STATIC cause ofc that gets me in the mood
[ Silent Hill 3 - I've been loosing you || https://youtu.be/L3PAHRzIBnA?si=nDVJW9OIHnZ7diLn ]
this and chap 5 are sadly gonna be short? tho from what i understand 6 and 7 may be one of the longest? depends how my brain decides to formulate and write it down at the end

Riiiing...

Riiiiiiiing...

Riiiiiiiing.......

The number you're trying to call is currently unavailable. Please try again later or leave a message after the beep-

...

Beeeeeep!

Click.

 

“ It's been a while. “

A tired voice croaked into the phone, the quiet buzzing and whirring of a computer snuck its way into the recording. Soft yet labored breaths, exhaustion seeped into the nothingness, into the oppressive silence that was quick to make itself present in Noli’s stead.

“ Years. I've moved to another spot, made sure my trail couldn't be tracked. You know, just in case. “

He began,

“ I, Noli.. I'm sorry but, I don't think I can keep exploiting. Not without you, but especially not when I.. “

Struggling to get the words out. Looking for the right ones after outright claiming to quit their… passion project. A shaky sigh finally escaping the man and the shuffling of the phone against cloth and seeped through.

“ I wish you were here. I'd be able to explain it to you better but, I'm moving on. For lack of better words. I, have, a son now . “

Silence.

“ I really wished you were here, he's grown up so much.. you would've lov ed him. “

An awkward chuckle seeped through, his voice cracking at the word ‘loved’. It was hard to move on, just saying it felt like a trial in and of itself.

“ He's a handful but I think that's nice.. reminds me a lot of you . He even hacked into my computer recently– can you believe that? “

A sniffle.

“ It was, so cute . “

Another chuckle.

“ He did that just so we could get some ice cream… and to change the wallpaper. So.. I did it back-! ”

And sigh.

“ Let's just say, he wasn't too happy to see all those baby pictures of his!! Oh-! “

The sound of a chair creaking was picked up, a grunt let out as his voice became more and more.. cheerful. Less awkward, less quiet, less off put. As if he was talking to someone, as if that someone was there, as if Noli had said something.

“ I wish you could come over, I have so many cute pictures of him!! His first steps .., when he made snow angels , ran around in the mud ! “

Recounting them all so briefly, regardless of it barely having any context. As it felt like enough, as it exuded the amount of enthusiasm, love and care. Just filled with something that only a parent could feel– this sense of fulfilment.

“ His first Christmas as a baby too! And well, as a toddler too. I have, so many pictures. I'd love to show them all to you!! Especially the birthdays, oh they were the best!!! He had such a big smile, and the amount of blurry pictures, geez ! It's such a time capsule! “

He ranted, as now, all he could do was lean forward and onto the computer desk that he sat by. A smile pasted onto his own face, for once not st all malicious- but soft and tender. 

“ If only we took that many pictures, it's a pain that we have like, a handful? Ugh. It would've been great to see how time flew!! But I guess the college photos and now would work just fine, right? “

…

“ .. I know , this is a bit corny but- i.. I feel like what we have isn't enough. “

007n7 would stare at the computer screen before him, staring at the wallpaper. Reds and blues reflected onto his own pale face and glasses- a simple picture of him and his son at a certain carnival. Even seeing that, even if it was him with his own son, it still reminded 007n7 of him.

“ … i really meant it when I said he reminds me of you. I bet if you two teamed up, it'd be giving everyone a migraine..! Me included, haha .. “

Silence sprinkled in at the end, accented by sniffling. A shaky inhale and exhale. A cough. Clearing his throat.

“ .. I don't have much to say today. It's pretty late. Catch you later? “

…

CLICK!

 

---

 

The creak of a chair rang out as 007n7 leaned back. The phone promptly placed, no- discarded onto the desk where his keyboard and mouse lay abandoned. The only lighting present being that of the computer screen, dim, hiding all the intricate details of his face yet it doesn't take a genius to know he's ‘upset’. Even then that word doesn't fully encapsulate the emotions brewing up inside his chest.

He hated making these calls.

Not because it was a hassle. Not because it was useless. Not because he was trying to move on.

It was because he had this tinge of hope , every single time, that maybe. Just maybe. Noli would pick up.

But time and time again– he didn't .

He wishes so desperately, but no matter how much he pleads and begs to the piece of tech that now lay abandoned on the desk. It won't change the fact that Noli isn't going to answer.

And it hurts.

It hurts so much to know that a friend so dear and close vanished without a trace, only an idea or lead.

The squeeze, the hitch, the pulsation.

All of it made him nauseous, lightheaded. 

All of it left him in tears, mourning.

They made a promise that day, that they'll rise up to be the most infamous exploiters all across Robloxia. Able to hack into whatever game they so wished, able to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and however they pleased. 

All in the name of Fun.

But they never got to that point, did they ?

If it weren't for him leaving to get the Void Star, would he too agree to take in C00lkidd? Would this new journey be in congruence with their ideals? Or would he leave him the same– although on a more sour note?

So many possibilities, so many realities– opportunities .

So many he could only dream of, so many to fantasize– fictional .

In his room he sat on his chair, only able to reminisce about the past– stuck on the maybes and the what ifs. 

Stuck on–

“ daaadd … “

A quiet voice broke the silence that was accompanied too nicely by the humming of his computer. Quickly, 007n7 perked up, rubbing his face as quickly and haphazardly as possible.

“ah- wait , “

Taking a moment to recompose, taking a moment to swerve the chair around and finally face his son. Standing at the doorway of his bedroom with a red plush of his favorite ‘character’. Sniffling, the boy was quick to answer the unspoken question.

“ i, i had a really bad nightmare… “

The toddler spoke, hiccups escaping him right after. Only making the father stand up and approach him with both arms on display. 

Scooping him up just as quickly,

“ohh, it's okaayy.. “

Softly reassuring him just as quickly,

“ can you sleep on your own? or do you want to have a sleepover..? “

Salvaging the hastiness with a simple offer just as quickly.

“ mm-hm, “

The boy nodded, more so geared to the second question as 007n7 simply assumed. It was the most fun anyways.

“ Ahhh okay! I'll go put up the fort, wanna help me? “

Gently adjusting his hold on the boy, he’d reach out to finally close the door. To make sure the monsters stay out, away from his baby boy alongside those nightmares that seemed to plague him.

Listening to the boy’s quiet and mumbled ‘yeah’s at the offer, both turning around together to finally approach the bed. It was still ‘early enough’ in the night, and knowing C00lkidd, it would take a while before he could finally go to sleep. So for now, they simply busied themselves with the very few pillows and blankets– exhausting one another amidst their journey of making the C00LEST Pillow fort ever…

Chapter 5: You don't have to anymore..

Summary:

Will you ever come back?

Notes:

[ Disillusion - Through the Mandala || https://youtu.be/s1iicvuMeSs?si=BPUtqlBrnQf6K6kZ ]
My music was mixed once agaaaain, a LOT Of MCR, Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino, and The Protomen. 😼😼 If you have any tunes that you read these to, lmk id love to listen to them too !!!!!!

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“ BOOOO!!! “

A young voice peaked the microphone, a row of giggles and chortles leaving the supposed caller with a bit of wind peaking in.

“ Did i scare you?! “

More giggles as a voice spoke up at a higher volume, enough to be caught by the device and enough for the boy’s gasp to be heard.

“ SHHHHHhhhhh that's DAD..! “

Shuffling, their giggling constantly before being slightly drowned out by an odd sound, the device brushed against fabric irresponsibly. A more hushed ‘shhhh’ left the boy,

“ … okay okay, dad is busy.. muehehehe, you're the guy in the picture i saww youuu..! “

Quietly whispering to the phone was but a child!

“ when you get this ummm… is the mask your face??? do you need to blink or close your eyes??? “

A gasp left the boy,

“ Are you.. BALD? “

Whisper a ‘yell’.

“ what's your nameee? and is your favorite color purple?? Mines red AND blue cuz it's SUPER C00L like me and dad!! hehehe! “

Mischievous little giggles, as if the boy was trying to unearth top secret information about this individual he knows not of.

“ if you're listening to this then you're like, super c00l!! aaand!! I think you should come over!! “

Excitement topped every word he spoke as if a nice thick layer of frosting. Well covered, nice and cute. Absolutely ecstatic to even know who this ‘other person’ was like. 

“ Come over this christmasssss..! I get double the presents cuzzz it's my birthday! And! It'll be a super duper awesome birthday present for my daaaddd!! “

Odd request.

“ He works a looot, he's always talking to himself and playing on his awesome c00lgui!!! ssssssoooomething about two number nines…. Iunnu.. “

From then on it was quiet, an elongated ‘uh’ as he was trying to formulate a thought– see what to say next or what to ask. But it abruptly ended right when a loud ‘FOUND YOU!!’   rang out– now accompanied by screams and laughter. The audio practically peaked as the boy laughed, rustling and shuffling.

It was distant, somewhat muffled– was the device under a blanket?

‘ noooww, what’s the big idea, kiddo? ‘
‘ i was talking to your friend!!! Duhhh!! ‘
‘ really? ‘
‘ yeeeessss!!! im asking what his favorite color is and if he’s bald!! ‘

Genuine laughter escaped the seemingly older man’s lips as the boy yelled out a ‘whaaaat!!’ with his own special little laugh. Soon enough, the device was plucked from the sheets, a sigh audible in its fullest. 

“ Sorry about that.., “

Now apologizing to nothing, for nothing– yet even then the tone didn’t have a lick of sadness. There’s this feeling to it that felt like he was just proud, maybe the simplest term would be happy– glad that his boy was having fun with what was a glorified voice recorder.

“ He’s a bit excited..! Sort of, saw a picture of us and started asking about you-! “

007n7 would clarify as the boy, C00lkidd, began to agree by (presumably) hopping in place as he said ‘yeah’ repeatedly. Humming along, letting the moment settle and simmer.

“ Apparentlyyy , he thinks you’re veeeery c00l..! C00ler than me! “

And now a ‘noooooo!’ left the boy as the father chuckled, quietly reassuring the boy that he was just kidding. All of it devolving into giggles and snickers once more.

“ Have I ever told you his name? I bet you could guess it from the top of your head! ”

The man would say, almost excitedly as the boy shared the same excitement. Asking to say it himself before jumping and between breaths spoke aloud.

“C00L!! KIDD!!! “

Clearly jumping to meet the phone, the boy- or well, C00lkidd, yelled aloud his own name. 

“ Did you hear that? A pretty c00l name for a c00l kid!! “

007n7 would comment to nothing, making a joke as the boy groaned. Making clearly fake grunts as sounds like ‘psho’ , ‘hya’ , ‘boom’ managed to slither its way into the recording. 

“ Areggh !! Come ooonn! it wasn't that bad! No need to beat me up with your super punch! “

“ Boom! Boom! Pooowwwww !!! Schow!!! Pichow!!!”

“ Okayyy okayy.. that's it, how about you go do that quiz i made for you, hm? The MATH QUIZ you said you'd be ready to take today? “

The boy gasped, soon letting out a ‘NOoOooOoOo!!’ . Said voice quickly became distant to the voicemail recording. A sigh leaving 007n7 as a quiet creak accompanied it.

Silence.

A companion 007n7 long wished to get rid of like a disgusting tick, always managing to latch on tight like an abhorrent parasite. It didn't matter what he did, it didn't matter that this silence was bittersweet, it didn't matter- it never mattered. No matter how many messages he sends to him . There'd only be none in return. No matter if he bellows his name and wails, pleas for a sign, positive or negative– it too didn't matter .

A dry gulp.

“... He cropped up a bit after you left, sort of.. um. Wished.., you stayed a biiiit longer before your ‘expedition’. “

Trying to talk as clearly as he could, the emotions he felt back in those moments were mixed. Filled with curiosity of the future he now lives in and the regret of impatiently pushing Noli away too soon. 

His free hand clenched onto his thighs, squeezing it as he recollected his own thoughts in an attempt to organize the order of the ‘story’ he was to tell.

 

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- It was a few days later, like two, maybe three. Waaay into the night, I was getting ready to sleep.. 

The squeak of metal turning added onto the current silence, the stillness of the night. One of which 007n7 hasn't truly gotten used to. 

To hear the crickets.
To hear the wind.
To hear the running water.
But no clattering of dishes.
But no yells or shouts.
But no knocking.

He carefully moved the shower curtains aside, dipping his hand into the ice cold water before retrieving it just as quickly. Hand balling briefly into a fist, Too cold. It felt long enough for it to already be warm, but it could always be his own impatience.

To get out of this suffocating silence.
To do something worthwhile.
To just play a quick game or two.

007n7’s arms would cross grasping onto opposite ends of his t-shirt lifting it up a–

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK.

Frozen.

Slowly did he turn to face the closed door behind him, carefully letting go of his own shirt. Acting as if any sudden movements would spell the end– A devastatingly early end.

Tip toe, he'd slowly open the bathroom door, peeking out before sticking out a leg. 

Tip toe, he'd slowly make way to the main entrance, socks muffling his footsteps to an inaudible degree.

Tip toe, he'd slowly come to a halt by the door, hands ghosting the handle of it.

The exploiter would wait a while– wait to see if they'd knock again, wait to hear that familiar voice, wait to taste their sweet presence. Though it's been a few days, after being with someone for so long and letting them go… It was a shock to his own schedule, to his own task management, to his own day to day life.

But of course, he wouldn't admit that.

Sparing some hesitation, the doorknob would turn and it would creak. Squinting through his pink framed glasses, left them right, seeing nothing but darkness. Not even a hint as to who or what was behind that, if anything he'd grit his teeth assuming it was some annoying ass teenager playing some Ding Dong Ditch bullshit. And for that, he was planning to slam the door shut, go back inside and take that nice warm bath. Alas, once he finally ducked his frame inside to do so, a voice squeaked in reaction to him. Alarming the man enough to look for the source, gaze snailing down to the ground before his feet. 

Inside a shittily crafted and maintained basket, surrounded by blankets and pillows of various colors– the blanket itself being sewed together patches; was but a small baby. Skin discolored into this red tint, yet it didn't diminish this bright look in their eyes. Big, expectant, all topped with the baby's hands trying to reach past the insurmountable amount of blankets and up to the man towering before them. Happily cooing, yet the man looked down in absolute distraught. Swinging the door open in its entirety just to pluck the baby from the many blankets. They giggled as he brought them close to his chest and face, and whilst the baby's attention was on him– his wasn't on them. They were flicking about, left and right, scanning around the front porch desperately, squinting , trying to see if there truly was no one nearby.

He'd try to yell but that might attract unwanted attention .

Nevertheless, as his gaze swept the premises in panic, his attention was suddenly absorbed by a small hand trying to grab onto his face. Pausing, just to look down to their chubby face, cooing at the supposed terrorist as if he were their mother. 

Quietly, Carefully, Purposefully – 007n7 began to back up and into the house. Readjusting his grip to fold the mix-match blanket around the baby’s lower half more properly. Finally, did he close the door.

 

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…

“ .. I wasn't planning on keeping him at first. “

He'd state. Voice flat as he admitted something for once.

“ Spent a few days making alternative accounts across multiple platforms to see if I could find his parents, guardians– Anyone . “

A voice crack making its way through, breaking through his words and composure. Shakily taking a deep breath as his free hand squeezed his thigh with the same oomph as prior. Frustrated at the fact the boy was abandoned, just like that, at a random house. With no care in the world...

“ But yeah.. you can guess what the result of that was.. Once I made the decision of.., keeping him, I tried to call you but.. you, didn't, answer. I'm sure you know that, I'm pretty sure it was the first voicemail I left for you. “

Voice becoming quieter as he went on, hesitating as he choked on some of the words he intended to speak into the recording. He couldn't stop his hands from shaking, tears from spilling- it's been so long since then it hurts. 

“ Noli… i.., “

It really hurts.

“ i miss you dude.. i miss you.., a lot.. “

Stifled, quiet sobs were barely picked up by the recording.

“ i, hh.., man, i-.. im sorry if I'm being too corny.. I'll end this here. I, uhm, still have some plans to organize– kid's been asking to go out and make friends for his birthday. It's not gonna be easy but, hopefully it isn't too bad.. I mean, he's the c00lest kid ever! Right? “

…

“ Right … See you. “

CLICK!

Notes:

i have a lot of doodles in relation to this... probs gonna drop them after this is done in a separate thing? mayhaps.. anyways this one went through a lot of revisions, English isnt my first language so if it hasn't already been janky, it might genuinely be pretty janky now. My friend helps a lot during dev and knows how it goes, legit wants my head on a pike after they beta read this... wish me luck 😢 theyre gonna beat me

Chapter 6: ...

Summary:

Who's fault is it?

Notes:

CONTENT WARNING!!!
- Implied Drinking/Alcohol
- Implied? S*icide

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“ Noli? “

Gasping out the name, choking through sobs as he clearly couldn't compose himself. 

“ Noli- “

Wheezing, coughing, sobbing.

“ Please. Answer the phone, i, please- ”

Crumbling farther and farther into this breakdown of his. 

“ Noli i need you, please, no ones helping i coolkidd is i, ijust, auhg- ”

“ puhh-leeeeaaaaseee..”

Begging. Begging. Begging.

“ pleasepleasepleasEPlEaSePLEASEPLEASEPLEASEEE ”

Insistent. Persistent. 

“ im at [#############], i need your help pleASEE- ”

Bordering desperately.

“ immsoorriee- im sorry im SORRYImsorrysimsososo sorry please please plEASEE IM SO SORRY-! “

Coughing wheezing, he gasped for air as the clattering of glass was audible. Desperately trying to recompose himself. 

“ no ones helping, but i know hes out there, he has to be- i just need you, you're the only one i can trust please, “

Failing miserably.

“ The, the enforcers aren't doing anything, it doesnt- i, they- theyre not doing anything, i think- no- i, KNOW, its because i was a terrorist. I know it. I can see it in their eyes. ”

Voice pace ramping up, sounding like a lunatic as he tried to explain what stops him. Something he knows he could've dealt with before, but not anymore.

“ Please.. Please, pleaseplease, come back. Please. Come back, please.. ”

Pleading desperately.

“ Ill never ask anything else from you ever again, ill never ask for anything ill never force you to do anything ill never do that ever again just please, i need my son back, i cant find him, i, i cant find him, please.. p lease .. ple ase.. i, cant, do this without you.. ” 

Bargaining desperately.

“ Call me back, just this once, please,, ”

 

CLICK!

 

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…

It's been days since 007n7 made that call.

More than 24 hours had passed since C00lkidd went missing, therefore those investigating it deemed him dead and closed the case.

But he couldn't be dead.

He could never be dead.

007n7 can't accept this. 

He won't.

He wouldn't.

But..

The more he tried to teleport him back to him, the more this disgusting sinking feeling overflowed from his stomach to his throat. The constant flashing of the words ‘invalid user’ made him more nauseous and nauseous and nauseous and nauseous and nauseous– He can't he can't he can't he can't he can't, he can't accept he's gone but it's so blatant.

…

It's been a few days.

007n7 was sitting on the couch, surrounded by bottles upon bottles of liquor. The same one that he and, and andandand and and- and him. Yes, him. He hoarded it for them. To celebrate. But there was nothing to celebrate. Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing to cheer about. Nothing to laugh about. Nothing to reminisce about. Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothingnothing- nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. No. No. No. No. 

Not.

A.

Thing.

A quiet, but firm ‘Bye’ left his lips, the phone that always snuck itself into his grasp now turned off for the last time. Having searched to end this silence by making another call– but of course, it didn’t matter. It never did. He isn’t coming back. They’re not coming back. The silence that haunted him so stuck to him like a parasite, sucking the life out of everything, making it worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and it hurts one's heart, it strains one's head, it numbs one's senses. This suffocating stench, revolting, stomach-churning, all of which will never change back. It will never stop. It will persist. It will always persist. Like the silence, the deafening silence that makes this irritating ringing sound in one’s ear to try and fill in the blanks, try to fill in this need to get his mind off but he can't. 

He just can't.

He won’t ever be able to distract himself.

Even if he lifts his head up, his surroundings were but a husk of what was once the happiest day of his son’s life. The christmas decoration, the now deflated balloons, the dimmed christmas tree and its mess of gift wrap and presents abandoned beneath its fake leafage. The stench of odor overcoming what was the far gone wooden incense he had once gotten from work. The day was supposed to be perfect, the day was supposed to be magical– 

It was supposed to be happy.

Maybe it’s the alcohol. This tingling sensation as his head felt numb, more than usual, bottle after bottle yet he couldn't get enough. He can’t sleep, he can’t close his eyes, he can’t even think. Thinking of so many things, suffocated, succumbing to what felt like an onslaught of phrases, claims, facts that it seems to spill. Akin to a dam, once it's clawed at, ripped at, gnawed at, grabbed at– it breaks. Spilling out uncontrollably, thoughts given the right to overwhelm his entire consciousness to the point of it being just that. 

Silence.

What many see as tranquil and beneficial, it only felt mortifying and detrimental.

Silence.

What 007n7 saw in it was anything but good.

Restless.

He could only feel his own head fog more and more as those thoughts buzzed by and whirred around, hitting the walls of his cranium back and forth. Ricocheting and reminding him, echoing the words he slowly began to see as the truth. The ugly truth that finally reared its wretched head after everything, once it’s too late to fix everything, once it’s at the end of the road.

It's his fault.

It always has been. Every decision, every twist and turn, he did it, he pushed them away, he endangered them, he killed them. And it didn't matter if he changed, it didn't matter if he tried hard to be different, it didn't matter if he did grow as a person. He is still a detriment to those around him, he still curses them, banishes them in one fell swoop and casts them to a demise far worse than death. Or so he selfishly believes, in the end it doesn't matter what connections he makes– They'll all disappear without a trace and leave him to rot. He did this to himself, he caused this, he cursed them to disappear without a trace– for C00lkidd to be for C00lkidd to for him and them and its– he's…

It's his fault.

007n7, with a mind rampant on tearing apart its own foundation bit by bit, finally got his answer.

007n7, after so long, finally made a decision.

It's his fault.

It's his fault they're gone, it's his fault. He did this, he knows this, he's horrible, even to his own son.

It's his fault.

It's his fault people despise him, it's his fault. He evaded proper criminal punishment for his misdeeds, all because he got on Builderman's good side.

It's his fault.

And he will correct it.

It's his fault.

Hand weakly reached out, lazily prompting the C00lgui to appear before him.

It's his fault.

Eyes landing on one of the many pieces of gear already listed in the list of commands.

It's his fault.

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it's finally quiet.

Notes:

The way I approached this was very deliberate. I didn't want it to be at all distasteful in any way shape or form. I even had my friend beta read it during development and let me know if it's good or not. If it feels overwhelming, disorienting, uncomfortable-- thats the point.

This is a very sensitive topic that I tried my best to ensure it was just right and my friend really helped with letting me know if it's too much. Though seeing how quick it dropped, I managed to do it in two sitting after really getting myself in the character's shoes. Which mind you made my stomach flip a few times and made me frown a little but we ball.. PLEASE Avoid making any jokes about this? I know, roblox character yadda yadda roblox dbd but for some reason it genuinely irks me? Yeah. I might need to pick up a third job vro what

Chapter 7: Bye.

Summary:

Who are you?

Notes:

I listened to a lot of Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, ermmmm thinking monkey image, The Protomen! And I even listened to the SH2 Mary's Letter reading for a certain bit in this 😼 I put, way too much effort into this and I hope it was an enjoyable read from start to finish,, muahahahahaa.. enjoy!!!!!

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The line buzzed to life, a deafening silence washing through as only a faint sound of breathing could be heard. Hoarse breathing. Quiet, restrained. 

“ Hey, Noli, “

Choking out those words with a lack of enthusiasm, with a lack of sadness, with a lack of genuinely detectable emotion put into it.

“ It’s Sevens. “

There wasn't any effort put into disguising that ugly truth.

“ How’s it been? “

Feigning only a hint of normalcy, as clearly– the caller wanted to hear the voice of the recipient. Not the dial up voice that haunts them on a constant.

“ … Still looking for it? “

With no answer, he dared ask another question.

“ You don’t have to anymore. “

One he'd answer himself, taking little to no time to do so– yet took all the time in the world to breathe. Let the silence settle. Let the deafening, disgusting, revolting, wretching, lurching silence take over. 

All before he finally spoke his last word to him,

“ Bye. “

Quiet, yet firm.

Click!

 

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Noli never received any of those.

Every call went straight to voicemail, unknowingly.

As during his escapades through the many private servers, through the dark web– gaining intel, gaining power, gaining all he needed to finally get the Void Star. To finally return to their hideout and bare witness to its barren and abandoned shell.

So clearly does he remember stepping foot into the household, so clearly does he remember the creeping dread that snaked into his very being.
Questions, all he had were questions.

What happened?
Did he get found?
Did he get bored of waiting?
Did he…

…

Questions he wished not to entertain, as death was a far worse ending than all of the above. But with the ongoing cases of ‘disappearances’, he could only wonder- No, Pray. Pray that he's still kicking, unrelenting.

A delusion fed by hope, by attachment. Remember for he doesn't see the other as a lover (he doesn’t know what to think of 007n7, he’s a close friend– but the word ‘friend’ doesn’t feel right), life twists and turns our perspectives into what we want, what we desire, what we believe to be the best outcome. It twists moments of bliss and makes one yearn for it, carnal prey, but that may be stretching it. To Noli, the past was as clear as day, as clear as the stars dotting the night sky, as clear as a half full glass of water.

“ Ooh, come on, “   007n7 said, he remembers it clearly.  “ Think about it– ”   While many others would struggle to understand, Noli held pride in hearing his words as is. But the emotions and feelings that whirled about in his stomach that day were far from positive. Just thinking about it makes his own stomach churn.   “ You, and I ”   Their faces inches from each other, Noli remembers the overwhelming sensations of having 007n7 so close. Arms wrapped around his own being as the fellow exploiter pressed a hand against his own chest. He recalls peering through 007n7’s pink frames, seeing his eyes squint with amusement– Excitement.  “ With the Void Star .. ”   007n7’s hushed voice in that moment made it feel forbidden (which it was), but it added this sense of thrill underlining his short words of ‘encouragement’. But what came next always stuck to Noli;   “ no one will tell us what to do, or when the fun ends ! ”   words.. Words that soon dug their way into his ear canal and latched itself as if brainworms. Parasitic. Unrelenting. All consuming. Though at that moment in the past, he was hesitant, he knows it well. He knows the tone of abominable disappointment, the feeling of 007n7’s hand grabbing onto his hood with force. Closer, suffocating, topped off with an irritated   “ seriously? ”  –  He knew where this was going, because he too did it to 007n7.   “ Come on, Noli.., ”   His breath, his quiet whispers brushing Noli’s ear, the space between them non-existent. “ If I could do it.., ”   He’d continue.  “ I’d do it. ”   Speaking firmly despite the hushed tone of voice, if anything, it further emphasized his point.  “ But, only you can. ”   His own ego got the best of him that day, not because 007n7 needed him to do it. But because it was true– Only he could do it. Between the two, administration never caught on to who Noli was– hence the amount of fire aimed at 007n7 instead.

He fought tooth and nail to get that Void Star.
An Admin Tool created at the very end of the Guest Wars, meant to finally put a stop to the Bacons exploiting their way through instances in order to wipe out the guests. An Anti-Backdoor Exploits, something that had put a halt to their ‘fun’ as well, albeit temporarily. Though they did manage to work around it, clearly, it wasn’t as great as it was all those years back. It was a thorn on their side that had to be removed, so when Noli was put to the task–
- No one will tell us when the fun ends !
He knew, for sure, indubitably, that he would ensure it. And after gaining this new cult following after putting the Void Star in full display, he couldn’t help but lavish in the praise, the attention, the glory of finally making it to the top.
Even if 007n7 wasn’t there to see it .

Nevertheless, all those that reach the tippy top only have one way to go– Down.

With the news of the Void Star having gone missing and clear evidence leading to it having been stolen (especially with Noli’s show-off tendencies). It was inevitable. The day finally came when military officials tracked down the instance he resided in, managing to tear through the Tempest’s firewalls that simply manifested as an unrelenting storm. Followers torn to shreds by Star Glitchers in search of him, all whilst he fled the scene.

Habits die hard.

And it was that habit that, regardless of how much he denied death, led him to his fateful demise at the hands of MrDoombringer and iTrapped. Their unwarranted meddling that made his final moments be witnessing his own code injected into the Void Star at a rapid pace. It repulsed, filled to the brim and overloaded to the point of exploding as a last ditch effort– To take them all down with him.

 

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Time trickled down, standing outside and in the middle of Tempest once more. Albeit for different reasons, at his demise he was dragged to the depths of some hellish world, out in the shoes of a bloodthirsty killer. He didn't mind it, if anything- it was exhilarating. For what 007n7 said was true, the fun will never end as long as they had the Void Star. The potential was near limitless, with nothing to stop him , with nothing to hold him back. It's only a bummer that the two were segregated, split apart in differing factions, but perhaps that's part of the fun.

CRRKK-CHh

Noli would crush the head of some annoying pest into the stone cold ground, a satisfied sigh leaving him from the ‘crackle-pop’ of it. Whispers ushering him that only two remained, he knew this, it was almost strategic to make their first official talk after a near decade be with a very familiar activity. Bringing up the Void Star, it shimmering with power and crackling with overflowing energy, fuck.. Noli could almost taste it. Grinning ear to ear as both hands ghosted around the admin tool.

Injecting.

It began to vibrate.

Injecting.

It began to sizzle.

Injecting.

It began to ooze out more of its toxic fumes.

Injecting.

He finally spotted the position he wanted to teleport to, warping to a wrecked tower with an extreme overflow of energy racking the cement under him. A satisfied sigh escaped him, rolling his shoulders back as the Void Star re-stabilized. 

“ L0000LLLLL ”
( LOOOOLLLLL )

He recognizes that voice, but it's not real. Eyes scanning his surroundings as this warm sensation kept pulling his attention towards the palace, he could almost feel hands redirecting his attention towards the prize.

“ 81111NG000000!! L00K 47 7H023 L000023R2 274N61NG 4R0UN6 N 601NG N000007H111NG!! “
( BIIIINGOOOOOO!! LOOK AT THOSE LOOOOSERS STANDING AROUND N DOING NOOOOOTHIIING!! )

The voice cackled, the Void Star crackling again as Noli injected more code into it. It seized as the voice let out a loud ‘Y0L000’ right as the charge was completed. Immediately using Void Rush to curve out, aiming straight for the two fleeing survivors. Both of which were clearly hallucinating– unknowing of what was going on at all, as this was Noli’s fated debut after all. So when Noli curved in, Void Star crackled more and more as excitement bubbled up. His adrenaline rush at its highest as he crashed into a young adult in red.

Screams pierced the air as the boy was slammed onto the ground, left winded as the older man bearing that oh-so familiar burger hat panicked. A cacophony of panicked noises, gasps, yells– all wrapped neatly by the overwhelmingly loud cackle Noli let out. Not giving the pizza boy a second to breathe, kicking him with enough force to roll him– Screams blending, melting, molding themselves to that familiar cocky laugh. To those cheers , it only made him crave for more . Giving chase to the rolled body of the young adult, grabbing him by the back of his shirt’s collar.

“ o-O-[OHH] SEEEEVENSSSSSS-S-sh-shS! How I m– mi II-I i-I [MISSED] THIS!!! ”

Noli would exclaim, voice filled with excitement– with need . Pulling, tugging, dragging the red cladded individual into a deadly tango. Tightly held captive within his own arms as he forced them to follow his lead and towards the many statues of himself. 

Oh , 

How good it felt to be loved like this again. 

To hear his voice cheer him on, 

Noli would grin ear to ear, spinning him around a bit before skillfully speeding it up. Calculated, he'd whip the boy harshly to force him off his own feet and be practically tossed onto the statue of his own vain imagery.

To hear him say ‘Do it’, 

Cheered, Noli would kick his leg up. Face full of sadistic glee right when it stomped down onto the boy’s frame. Chokes and coughs leaving him, practically holding onto a thread of life, struggling to stay conscious through this beatdown.

To hear him say ‘Stop it’–

Void Star raised, flickering before it all stopped. It, all stopped. Stop? It? Stop it? Stop what? Who? Why? Stop? Noli pressed his foot down and harsher onto their abdomen, quick to feel his dominant arm be grabbed onto and pulled at with force, but of course it's nothing compared to his own. His head snapped towards the perpetrator, feeling his nails dig into his own flesh and bone out of desperation.

“ nol-i, nOLI! STOP!! ”

what.

“ I NEED– “

need?

“ YOU TO STOP!! “

stop?

“ THAT'S JUST A KID!! PLEASE! “

oh.

Once frozen in place, staring seemingly wide-eyed at 007n7, mostly unreadable as a chuckle finally leaked out of his own lips. Or what there is of them. Leaning closer to 007n7’s face, both of their heavy breaths being the loudest sound in the deafening silence that strangled the moment in its vice grip. All before it was finally broken by Elliot’s strangled chokes and sounds of agony, Noli pressing down harsher.

“ Is t tt t–his a [JOKE] ? NO HEY WHATS UP [HOTCOCK] – ”

“ THIS- i, tHIS ISN’T A JOKE, NOLI!! ”

Silence.

They were met with silence. This suffocating, claustrophobic silence that squeezed the moment. Ensuring its grip more and more as heavy breathing clawed its way back in from the cracks. One broken by this suddenly unfamiliar individual bearing the voice of someone that was once oh-so very close.

“ i, I need you, to back off from Elliot- okay? Just, stop, hurting him. ”

Hushed, Noli would mutter the nickname he gave him. Yet it felt sour, it didn’t feel right when the face of someone he used to share so many memories with now stared back with pleading eyes. Pathetic, disgusting, unknown. An unfamiliar sight, features now contorted to showcase expressions never before seen on 007n7, or so Noli believes, he was always cocky– A man with a shit-eating grin, a toothy smirk and something of an irritated scowl. He barely saw him upset, and even then his lips were pursed, sometimes pouting and irritable. 

But this?  

This isn't 007n7. This isn't Sevens . It makes his own stomach twist and turn, head in a haze once 007n7 tries once again to pull him away– even try to get in between Noli and the paralyzed Elliot. But this only made it worse, his eyes following 007n7’s silhouette, focused, unwavering, growing wider and wider as the man he once knew stood in defense of someone he didn't care for.

No. 

THEY Didn’t care for.
Or so Noli believes.

“ p, please .. I.., im sorry, i know, i– dont, no, I'm not in any position to make demands but, just, this once. “

Noli watched him beg.

Trying to wedge himself in between, hands pressed onto his own chest. This familiar pit in his stomach, eyes trailing down from 007n7’s pleading face down to his hands. The hands that pressed themselves onto his chest, onto his slowly decaying flesh, desperately.
Familiar yet so unknown.

Words stuck in his own throat–

“ Please. “

Words that wont come out–

“ Get your foot off of him. “

Words that shied away, words that danced at the tip of his tongue–

“Noli. “

Like a flick of the switch, a sudden shift in gears, Noli’s hand swung to grapple onto Sevens’ . Grip tight around his wrist, the flickering star now aimlessly orbiting around them. A hushed ‘shhh’ left Noli’s lips, leaning aside and towards Sevens . 

Peering through his glasses, almost glaring into them. 

Passing even more of his weight onto his foot, strangled noises leaving Elliot from the pain.

Panicking at the sound and quick to try and interfere, 007n7 would grab onto Noli harsher– In turn, having Sevens’ hand ripped off of his own chest. Ensuring they weren't an inch close to himself before, in a single smooth motion, swinging his own hand towards the side of 007n7’s face. Not only hitting him, winding him, but grabbing a fistful of hair. Forcing 007n7 to uncomfortably lean or even kneel onto the muddy terrain of Tempest. Forcing 007n7 to look towards Elliot– battered and near death thanks to this and prior encounters. Forcing himself to speak, to spit out words full of venom.

“ s– e e EEEVENS… [SEVEN] . L– LE ET M-EE [ME] MAKE IT EASIER [easier] FOR YOU, DAWG. “

He'd speak aloud, face contorting into this unreadable mish-mash of anger and delight. Keeping 007n7 facing Elliot as Noli resumed trying to crush his ribcage. Pressing down harder, and harder.

“ wh–wh a aat’s the m-m a–agic W OOOOO RD. [SEVENS]? “

“ STOP!! S–STOP IT STOP!!”

Noli's expression soured as Elliot thrashed, screaming out in pain– those screams melding into 007n7’s pleas.

“ [WRONG]!! TRY. AGAIN. “

“PLEASE– NOLI I, I'M SORRY! NOLI, IM SORRY PLEASE STOP IT PLEASE!! “

007n7 would look away, or try to. Jerking his head aside till Noli used his other hand to grab onto the man’s face. More pressure was placed down onto the boy as his screams began to diminish, hoarse, fatigued, struggling to make a sound from the insurmountable amount of pain. The sensation, the sound of the krrks and crracks buried by the sounds of agony. Meanwhile, Noli would pull 007n7 up, leg reeled back and off of Elliot.

“ WOW. D–DUDE. YOU'RE NOT [RLLY] GOOD AT DIS, ARE Y– Y you [YOU]? ”

“ NOLI–! “

CRRRLRCKK.

Dread seeped into their bones.

“ NOW. THE R– r re r ea -EAL SEVENS WOULD CALL ME A Frr-r [HA] –KING [ASSHOLE]. “

Noli would pull his foot back, Elliot's body having immediately gone limp, his face crushed- caved into by the force of the kick. Quickly, Noli didn't waste a second to shove 007n7 away from him and into the dirt.

“ THE REAL S- suh se- SEVENS WOULDN'T [BEG]. HE– h h e he–  WOULDN'T BE-eeeeee SOME PRISSY LIL Be[LOL]TTCH!!! “

Adrenaline seeped into their bones. The sound of ticking digging into both of their ears, but Noli felt so soso so soo confused. Mind in a haze, staring down at someone he should know, someone he knew, someone that now crawled on the dirt and mud pathetically. 

Both of their gazes meeting, a killer's gaze onto the eyes of the last man standing. Thirst, absurdity, whispers echoing and bouncing off the inner walls of his own skull. Were the walls bleeding? The feeling of sludge trailing down his own flesh and bones. This white hot sensation that was doused from the head down. Feet dragged across the dense mud as the other clawed at it to get away. The star zipping back onto its place, at the palm of his hand. 

“ THE REAL [DOUBLE O’ SEVENS].. oOOHH THE REAL O-o–one, NE.. “

It flickered wildly, in tune with his own voice glitching and tearing at its seams. This white hot sensation intensifies as newfound anger– Rage. Straightening his back momentarily to lean back, stretching, steeping into this overwhelming sense of clarity.

“ HE WOULDN'T EVEN Tuh-ti- ta-tru– RYYY TO [APOLOGIZE] TO ME. ”

Heaving those words, as if this entire ordeal was far more exhausting than the actual match. Watching 007n7 manage to push himself back to his own two feet, distraught. 

“S – S s s SO? “

One step forward, Noli would lurch forward to further close in and discard the space made between them.

“ WH– h h h-h [WHO ARE YOU] ? ”

One step back, 007n7 would shamble backwards to further back off and regain the space quickly whittling away.

“ I a- ah– aSKED YOU A [QUESTION] ”

Both of their faces contorting; one showing anger and skepticism as the other showed fear and hesitation. Opening his mouth to respond, yet he couldn't. The words dying and withering away, scared, terrified of saying the wrong answer. But the more he hesitated the more this bubbling anger clawed at Noli’s inside.

“ sevens, i, i’m se– ”

“ [Wrong] . YOU’RE [Wrong]. ”

007n7 backed off further in panic, trying to gain space as it was clear what was going to happen now. 

Noli being witness to him turning around to run,
The Void Star whirred to life.

Noli being witness to him betraying everything they stood for,
The Void Star lit up in purple codes and destabilized itself, further lurching himself forward and towards 007n7.

Noli being the one to catch up immediately just to slam him into the dirt in one quick motion. The ticking sound that once invaded his ears was now gone, practically inaudible for him as his limbs shook from the anger.

“ [STOP IT]!! ”  He’d spit out those words, voice blotched and layered with effects and tones he himself knew not of. Things he couldn’t even begin to comprehend nor hear.  “ DONT YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME. ”   Hands clawing at his shirt,  “ YOU THINK IM STUPID ?! ”   forcing him around to face him,   “ You say you’re him, but WHY Are you like this. ”   driving his back into the mud.  “ Your voice, Face, BODY AND TONE!! “  Voice gone ragged, intense, filled with passionate displeasure.   “ YOU BEG. And for WHAT? YOU SAY YOU’RE HIM, BUT YOU GROVEL. ”  This unforgivable tension within the bundle of nerves, frying them severely.   “ YOU SAY HIS NAME IS YOURS, BUT YOU AREN’T LIKE HIM AT ALL! WHY?! ”  He cried out, viciously disgusted by what he must acknowledge.  “ WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! ”   Hands scraping at the other, digging into cloth and flesh as their bodies inched closer.   “ WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS?! ”   Overstating his claims, repeating himself in vain to a stunned man. “ IS IT OUT OF SPITE? “   He’d question.   “ IS IT FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAME?!”    Adding onto it.   “ Are you toying with me, JUST Like we did to the others? “    Furiously shaking him with this amplifying jittery grip.   “ Or is this genuine?! “   His lips would quiver, an unbearable squeeze in his own chest that ripped out those singed nerves.   “ true..? ”   Finally did his voice falter for a moment. Returning into this familiar ‘intimacy’, closely inching his face towards the other’s.   “ Liar.”   Choking out the word with unbridling rage.   “ LIAR, LIARLIARLIAR!! ”   Shaking him without a second thought, mercilessly slamming him onto the ground as his own knees fell down too in attempt to support himself during this feverish endeavor–   “ THIS ISN'T YOU!!! ”   He’d shout.   “ THIS ISN'T YOU!!! ”   He’d holler.   “ THIS ISN'T YOOUUU!!! ”   He’d bellow.   “ I KNOW IT! This, ACT.., It wont FOOL ME.., IT NEVER WILL!! “   His own forehead pressed against the other’s, hot breaths of fatigue being the only thing bringing 007n7 back from the hole he dug himself into.  “ I Know EVERYTHING About you.., ”   Clawed fingers that were snagged onto the fabric of his clothes, now letting go.   “ About US.. ”   Hands trembled as they were carefully dragged up, aiming for his throat.   “ I’ll never forget it, I’ll NEVER Let YOU Forget. ”   Hands wrapping around the neck as thumbs ghosted his tracheal.   “ i’ll show you.., ill remind you– that’s what you want, right?”   Now pressing down to listen to the mild chokes,   “ For me to haunt you; ”   grip tightening so 007n7 would convulse and squirm.   “ tear through your flesh and bones– tear you at the seams– rip apart this PATHETIC ACT TILL ALL THAT’S LEFT–”
Chokes, strangled noises left 007n7 yet he posed little to no resistance at the assault.
“ IS THE REAL SEVENS!!! ”

CRRKAK

 

The Killer Won.

Notes:

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hi, ending notes.
Im still baffled that this even reached 250+ kudos? and 2.7k hits?! at the time im posting this. I even look through the comments and bookmarks a lot, i looove what every1 said and even the little notes!!!! I giggle and kick my feet. Hopefully, i can find inspiration again to write something like this, even if it's with other characters,,

This is a bit of a long one because I will say it here, a lot of what happened during this writing had a reason. If you felt like things were repeating themselves, that's correct, that's how it is. dingaling for ppl that actually noticed these details at all cuz here's my brainwaves abt the foreshadowing, themes, all of it!! rahhh!!!
I genuinely like to believe that their story is about not letting go of the past. Noli can't move on, he is deluded by nostalgia of the good days and is trapped in this way of thinking that he doesnt NEED To grow up. Yes, they were immature adults that refused it, and yes- 7n7 was the one that did decide to grow up but still cant move on. He tried to change, but he forced it, he tried too hard for C00lkidd that in the end he was being someone he isnt, so yes, Noli was right, this ISN'T Who he is, but what he was before isn't who he wants to be anymore. Even if he looks back to those memories fondly like a guilty pleasure. They're both terribe people, one becoming worse by the day as the other is struggling to become better by the second. He hesitates and stutters not because he is 'pathetic' or whatever, but because he is overthinking. 007n7 thinks he has to say the right words, do the right things, and PROVE He is changing to the rest when that isnt the point. You shouldnt need to show people you're a changed man, you should let them witness it on their own. If not, it comes off as manipulative!! It is so complicated, their relationship itself is so complicated, even if they can be seen as a pair, they can also NOT be seen as a pair. Their relationship is unlabeled and dubious for a reason, maybe they DO Like each other, but it's very likely they dont want to address those feelings at all. Maybe they just dont perceive those feelings AS Romantic no matter how obvious it is. They're THAT Close that it's weird and I personally like it? 77noli is interesting but it's filled w so many nuances and complications because their relationship is far more than JUST Partners in Crime. It BAFFLES Me. Like, I started joking w a friend abt how we're suddenly homophobic anytime they do something weird (we're both lesbians 😭😭)
For smaller details dynamic wise um
007n7 sets the standard, Noli reinforces it.
007n7 is haunted by the past, Noli is the ghost of the past.
BONUS! Elliot is the Clock, he shows that time is passing and time waits for no one. He is constantly trying to move on and grow. This isnt really shown in the fanfic but hey! Maybe ill write smthn w him similar to this
C00lkidd ISN'T Part of this but I will say that C00lkidd also carries the theme of the past as he is actively forced to live in it during matches. He can't face what's happening right now and lives in the idea that he's 'hanging out with friends' like his father promised him on his birthday. Yeah. The same day he disappeared.
Anyways, just like 007n7 is reminded of Noli through C00lkidd- the same could be said with Noli being reminded of 007n7 thru c00lkidd.
Funfact, the speech bit by Noli was inspired by Wuthering Heights' famous "May She Wake In Torment" speech by Heathcliff. being written as if a response (ORIGINALLY) but the way i have it now may not click with that. 'then haunt me, the murdered do haunt their murderers, i believe'(heathcliff) vs 'that’s what you want, right? For me to haunt you, rip through your flesh and bones till the REAL You is back.'
I probably forgot other stuff, I put way too much effort PLUS!!!! I've yapped a bit too long.. heh. BLEHH TYSM FOR READING!!!!!!! If I do another fic like this(Forsaken Related) It's either ummmmm
Elliot Shenanigans(Pizzapie!!!!!), Doombringer & iTrapped, and/or Noob & G666... 😼 who knows... mayb ill actually do a Noli juan