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It feels like endless suffering in this purgatory... Feeling the same death before being taken back to that stupid safe place. Feeling the same pain before magically being healed by some unknown force. No way of having contact with the outside world, a hell that takes victims like they are candy.
007n7 felt like he was in hell here, which sounded right to him. With all the wrongdoings he committed when he was alive, he deserved this place. The day he was Forsakened was a day he couldn't forget. He tried his hardest to hide the gunshot mark on his neck. A few have seen the mark, but they were hesitant about asking or commenting on it.
He only has a few acquaintances in this hellhole. Noob is rather nice and supportive, conversations with them are a nice way to pass the time. Two Time... sometimes scares him, especially with the way they speak about their 'religion.' However, hearing someone else talk can feel refreshing. Once in a while Guest comes by and asks how he is doing, maybe has a conversation with him, but that really was about it. The Admins don't directly make contact with him; he knows they are still wary of him, especially because of the past. But out of all the survivors, he knows Elliot holds the biggest grudge towards him. He didn't blame the pizza man, though. After all, he would be furious as well if he spent years working hard just for it to be destroyed beyond repair by another person. Sometimes, Elliot would purposefully ignore him, throwing his pizza at another person. He eventually just stopped asking for a slice during rounds, knowing he didn't deserve such kindness.
A coward like him doesn't deserve respect, and a man like him doesn't deserve a second chance. All he could do during rounds was just hide in a corner, all up until Last Man Standing, where he could only give up. He doesn't have anything to protect him besides his Clone and his C00lGUI. Sometimes he can trick the killer, but it feels like they only get smarter and smarter as time goes on. Sometimes the other survivors look at him with disappointment, whether it's because of how he hides almost every match, or because he dies anyway in Last Man Standing. He can't help but retreat to his Cabin after the Round, seeking refuge in a place that felt empty, that didn't feel like a home. He didn't remember what home felt like anymore. Home was with his son, and home was with Noli. He doesn't have either now, only seeing them when they're the selected killer or in his nightmares, which don't help with his guilt. Food didn't feel like food anymore, neither did water, and neither did sleep. Did it matter anymore, though? After all, they're all dead. After all, whatever is keeping them there will keep them alive anyway. It was 007n7's only excuse and mindset to skip out on the meals the survivors ate together. Sometimes Noob convinced him, but it just felt embarrassing sitting at a table where nobody wants him to be there.
As the 'days' went by, 7n7's physical body started to get affected, eye bags becoming more noticeable, he looked slightly paler than how he looked when first coming here, and he looked slightly slimmer (Which wouldn't more or less affect him since he has a bigger torso). He didn't notice it since he couldn't exactly look at himself. He could only feel a few things, like how sluggish he felt, or how tired he was, but truth be told, he always felt like that, especially after c00lkidd's disappearance. The other survivors had surely noticed. But unlike Noob and Guest, who went out of their way to check on him more frequently, he only got looks of pity.
Eventually, 7n7 gave up on trying to survive the rounds, being the first to die in almost every single round. He didn't care anymore that while everyone else was improving, achieving 'Milestones' and surviving until the end of the round, he could only go so far as to save a few survivors by body blocking. A few Admins have come up to him, questioning his actions and his motives. He couldn't give them a straight answer, just a small shrug before continuing to walk back to his cabin. He knew what they thought, how the hell did a feared, bold hacker become this cowardly and pathetic man before them? Builderman had decided to visit him now, more frequently than the other two. Sometimes bringing tea or food to 7n7. But he knows it's because the Admin pities him. He knows Noob and Guest pity him. Who in their right mind would even consider friending someone like him? To care about him?
In their most recent round, it felt like the killer saw through 7n7; it knew he would be an easy kill. It slaughtered the people around him, making sure to slash its machete at the more important survivors. 007n7 was trying his hardest to understand what was happening. Why wasn’t the killer going after him? Did it realize how useless it was to kill him first, as he could only be used to gain more time on the clock? Did it notice that paying attention to the other survivors could guarantee it a win? Frantically, 7n7 tried to body block, desperately trying to get the killer on him. If he is being ignored, he might as well be useful to the other remaining survivors.
Before long, however, there were two more survivors. Unfortunately, 7n7 sad attempts at trying to save the others weren’t enough, the killer seeing through his ‘body blocking’ and moving around him. The other survivor was Elliot.
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Elliot noticed all the survivors were dropping like flies this round. It was hard to keep up with the sentinels while also watching his cooldown. With a little over a minute left on the timer, he couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was. There were no sounds of the sentinels fighting back and protecting everyone, no sounds of the other supporters supporting the team, or the survivalists calling for help. He finally checked the survivor list on the watch. He frowned when he realized why. Everyone but him and the hacker were already dead. He had noticed that the killer stopped killing 007n7 first and that it started to kill everyone else but the pathetic man. And he had a feeling he was the next target.
He checked his abilities, gritting his teeth as he realized he didn’t have his rush hour, as he had already used it to run from the killer earlier in the round. He felt bad when he accidentally led the killer to Builderman, but it was all he could do not to get killed. Of course, he went back after recovering his health, sighing when he saw Builderman’s body on the floor. He knew that after this round, he would have to apologize to the Admin. And it might come sooner now. He saw the only option was to throw a pizza slice at the last survivor, which made him grimace. Why should he waste his pizza on that hacker? He’ll die anyways. He thought about his options, either he doesn’t and dies…or he gets his rush hour and outruns the killer. He wanted to survive. So with a groan, he started to look for 007n7, hoping he had taken some kind of damage. When he eventually found the hacker, he noticed he was being chased by the killer, possibly to get more time. With an eye roll, he threw a pizza towards 007n7, which he noticed and caught. He huffed with slight relief, glad that the hacker could at least catch things. He watched as he slowly got his rush hour back. Elliot looked back up, seeing the killer start to approach him. It seemed to have given up, wanting 007n7 as an easy target for Last Man Standing.
He immediately started to run when the killer got close, hiding behind a wall. He decided to use his Rush hour wisely, using it only when he needed to. Thinking of a plan on where to loop the killer, he didn’t realize how quickly the killer was getting to him. Before he knew it, a machete was being slashed at him. Dodging it, all he could do was run. He ran the opposite way from where the killer was coming from; he was now in the open with the machete user behind him. He glanced at his surroundings, forgetting how few looping spots Planet Voss had. He groaned with irritation as he found a rock he decided to hide. It was the only option he truly had; now, if another survivor was out in the open, he would’ve felt guilty hiding. But because it was 007n7, he couldn’t care less. He can think of this as karma for all the things he’s done. Elliot heard running coming towards him. Assuming it was the killer, he began running from the rock, trying to find a bigger spot to loop the killer at. But he mistakenly underestimated how fast the killer was. With raging pace, the killer shortened the distance. With a huff, he knew using Rush Hour was the only thing he could use to get away from the killer and create distance.
Reluctantly, he used Rush Hour, creating distance from the killer. He managed to find a wall that was wide enough so he could loop the killer; now all he needed to do was manage how much energy he was using, and see any other looping areas he could use in case this one didn’t eventually go well. Hiding behind the wall, he waited until the killer got close. Except he couldn’t get eyes on the killer. Frantic, he started to look around, never paying attention to the fact that the killer could potentially be behind him as well. He didn’t hear the killer unsheathe its machete, slashing at his back. With a jolt, he had little time to move as he was hit with continuous attacks. All Elliot could do was take it, to run when the killer was finished with its barrage of attacks. He let out a breathy groan of pain as he eventually escaped, running as fast as he could. He didn’t care about looping anymore, just wanting to get out of the killer’s line of sight. He checked his watch again, letting out a breath of relief as there were only 30 seconds left. He used all his energy, but he didn’t care, knowing that the killer was most likely far away and confused about where he was. He took a moment to regain his energy, starting to walk to conserve it. Actually… now that he thought about it, where was 007n7? He then quickly scoffed at the question in his head. He didn’t need a brain to know that coward was hiding, leaving him out here to defend himself.
He sighed, starting to look around for a medkit. He knows sometimes the map can spawn 2 medkits, and he hoped that this was the case as well. While on his search, he felt the need to look back. And so he did, flinching as the killer already found him in its raging pace mindset. Dang it, it probably found him through the strange aura that revealed him to the killer. He started to run again, the killer catching up rather quickly. He kept looking back, only focused on running. He ran into a wall, which made him quickly run to the side, but this action made him slow down, letting the killer close in the distance. You would think that he would get used to the painful deaths, but that isn’t the case. Elliot dreaded every single round, praying for survival.
He watched as the killer lunged forward, slashing its machete. Due to his sudden panic, he didn’t have time to react, taking the hit. He hissed in pain as he nevertheless kept running, glad he got that sudden speed boost. He checked his watch, and the close feeling to death was right, as he only had around 10 HP left. He knew one more blow and it was over, he’d have to feel that dreadful pain of death before being sent back to the safe place. He was quickly losing stamina, and he watched as the bar went down little by little. He panted, seeing nobody he could throw a pizza to. Would it just be better to accept his fate? To let this killer kill him? His legs were starting to hurt, and his head was pounding. He couldn’t anymore; he knew he would look like a coward if he just stopped and let the killer kill him, but at this point, he didn’t care anymore.
Letting his stamina drain completely, he moved sluggishly. He looked back as the killer lunged at him for the final time. He flinched, covering his face as he knew what would happen next.
The next few seconds felt unreal, as what was supposed to be the feeling of utter death was the feeling of someone else hugging him tightly. He heard a loud, painful groan as the older man pushed Elliot, taking the hit. Elliot was more than shocked and watched 007n7 get hit with a gashing wound. Seeing his pizza slice done with cool down, he immediately threw it at him, not even thinking about who he was throwing the slice at. Sure, he hated the man, wanting nothing to do with him. Yet, by instinct, it felt right because of the fact he was saved. And for once, 007n7's body block did something. After the gashing wound subsided, 7n7 grabbed onto Elliot's wrist, running. It caught Elliot by surprise, but he couldn't help but hold onto the man's wrist as well. When they got out of the killer's view, they hid behind a wall, both panting as they regained their stamina.
"A-ah... I'm sorry for grabbing onto you." 007n7 finally spoke out, breaking the silence between the two. Elliot just nodded, looking at the ground. Even though the pizza man was exhausted from running non-stop this round, he also felt a little bit grateful that the hacker went out of his way to body block. "...That was a good body block you did. I suppose." He managed to mutter out, and he watched as 7n7 pulled something from his pocket, a white medkit in his hands. Elliot looked at the medkit, then at 007n7's face. He cautiously took the medkit out of 7n7's hands, opening it as he bandaged himself up. He felt better afterward, and his health was now back up. "Thank you for the medkit." His voice was still a little bit cold, which 007n7 caught onto, simply nodding. They both looked at their watches, watching the timer hit 0. In the blink of an eye, they were both sent back to the cabins. Everyone who was in the main cabin paused to look at the two survivors who appeared. 007n7 looked around, noticing the eyes on them, he started to walk outside, retreating to his cabin like he always did. Elliot just looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. However, he paid little attention to the man. He gave the man his small respect, and that would be it. He sighed, walking to the couch as he sat next to Chance and Builderman.
"Oh, Builderman. I must apologize, I did not mean to lead the killer to you." Elliot looked at the old Admin, rather apologetic for what he had done during the round. Builderman simply laughed, patting the pizza man's shoulder. "Do not worry, Elliot. I'm just glad you survived the round. However, you should work on being more aware of your surroundings." Builderman smiled at him. Chance decided to chime in on the conversation. "Yeah, though it was funny watching you run into that wall." They grinned at Elliot, the pizza man blushed with embarrassment. Builderman rolled his eyes. "Now, now, you're not much better, Chance. You always die from your gun exploding in your face." Chance turned a little red as well after Builderman's comment, a soft chuckle leaving Elliot's throat. "Yeah, yeah, but did you see the way 007n7 jumped in front of Elliot and body-blocked? Now that I wasn't expecting. I thought you were done with Elliot." Chance added. Elliot felt a lump in his throat, letting out a frustrated huff. Builderman noticed but decided not to comment on it. He knew Elliot and 007n7 had a rough past, especially since 007n7 was a hacker and a terrorist. Honestly, Builderman and the other Admins weren't much better than Elliot; Always avoiding 007n7 like they were worried he would be back to his old antics. He knew it was rather childish now, which was why he started to make contact with 7n7, but he also knew that Elliot's grudge was valid.
"By the way, Elliot. Two Time went to your cabin. Not sure why, but I just wanted to let you know so you don't get scared by them." Builderman added one more time. Elliot perked his head to look at him. He nodded, a smile on his face. He got up, leaving the main cabin to walk to his. It was nice to see his partner after the gruesome rounds, especially when Two Time doesn't immediately go to the woods. Elliot still didn't understand their reasoning for going into the woods, but it was their privacy. He opened the door to his cabin, and seeing Two Time on his bed, napping. Elliot let out a silent chuckle, watching the person sleep. He always found the way Two Time slept a little bit silly, sleeping like a young Victorian child. The image that appeared in his head made him giggle. He sat on the bed next to them, taking his visor off and onto the nightstand. He looked down at Two Time, reaching over to tangle his hand into Two Time's hair. He wondered in his head how Two Time managed to get spiky hair like this. Was it the lack of using any hair products? Or is it just naturally like this? He felt the person shift under him, making him slightly move his hand. "Hmmph?" Two Time hummed, rubbing one of their eyes. They used their arm to cover their eyes, like the lamp next to them would blind them. "Pff... Good morning, Time." Elliot chuckled at the way Two Time covered their eyes from the bright lamp.
"Morning? Oh dear, is it already morning? Oh, how did the match go, my dear Elliot?" Two Time managed to sit up, looking at Elliot as they tilted their head. Elliot sighed at Two Time's question. "It was a joke, Two Time..the round just ended so it's still pitch black outside...I managed to survive the match, though, so I suppose it went well." Two Time simply nodded. They still didn't get the joke, but to be fair, they barely got Elliot's jokes. "I see, apologies then for my lack of humor that you hold, dear Elliot." They hummed, leaning over to kiss Elliot's cheek. Elliot responded with a smile, leaning into the soft peck that landed on his skin. "But by Spawn was that killer brutal! Once it locked eyes on me, it didn't seem to get off my tail. Though the hacker was there trying to body block it off me, it eventually stopped working." Two Time huffed, though he still had that smile on his face, Elliot knew when they got slightly frustrated. Elliot simply nodded, looking down. "I see, well, I'm glad you're doing okay now. Because honestly, I'm rather tired right now." He sighed, lying down on the bed. Two Time watched the pizza man lie down on the pillow, smiling. "Will you not come to eat supper then, Elliot?" They tilted their head, to which Elliot responded with a head shake. Two Time just nodded back, lying back down next to them. "...By the way, my dear. I've been wanting to ask about a subject for a while, but I wasn't sure if it was appropriate." They broke the few seconds of silence between the two. Elliot shifted, turning to look at their partner. He nodded, letting them know he was listening. "Thank you for sparing some of your time despite your exhausted mindset. May Spawn bless you... I have been wanting to ask, and apologies if it is but too personal for you. However, I have noticed your tension towards that survivalist, the hacker. May I ask what had happened before we were Forsakened to this purgatory?" Elliot slightly frowned; he knew this question would come soon, either from his partner or from the other survivors. He tried making it the least obvious, but lately, he's been showing his hatred for the man. He softly sighed, propping his head up with his arm. "It's a rather long story, so I'll spare you most of the details. As I'm sure you've been told, he was a hacker who terrorized all of Robloxia. And then he adopted that devil of a child, c00lkidd. Before long, my Pizzeria was burned down in the hands of his child. All my hard work and achievements gone in a flash."
Two Time simply nodded, pressing a kiss against his forehead. "I see now, my dear, but why hold such a long-term grudge? Looking at the hacker now, he's but a miserable man with no belief in life. Dear Spawn, was it sad watching him die at the beginning of almost every single round." Though their words were rather blunt, they weren't wrong. How many times did he look at the survival list and see only 007n7 dead? He could practically count with his fingers how many times he's seen 7n7 during supper times. He clenched his jaw, looking out into the distance. "Are you perhaps afraid that the hacker will return back to his old motives? I can imagine the Admins are but the same. But, by Spawn's word, some grudges should eventually be let go. We've all been stuck in this purgatory for a reason. The reason being that we've all done something in our past life that wasn't deemed as innocent or 'good'. And I'm sure you know this, my dear Elliot." Two Time continued, they reached over, playing with Elliot's hand by softly squishing the tips of his fingers. Elliot looked at his partner, lips parted, but not a word came out of his mouth. He then smiled, nodding. "Always with a way of words, hm?" He slightly teased, grabbing hold of their hand as they squeezed. He heard a soft chuckle leaving Two Time's throat, making him chuckle back. He looked back down again, his smile slightly faltering. "I think...I think I just need more time. Sure, I understand 007n7 changed, but it feels like he changed too drastically. He's so much like a... coward, it makes me angry." Elliot sighed. "Well, which shall you have preferred then, my dear? A hacker who showed no fear and was bold, feared by every single Robloxian. By Spawn, most likely feared by the Admins. Or... A changed, though cowardly man who has no peace in this purgatory. A son and another in whose I do not know their relationship of, killers whose goal is to slaughter us all, including him? I do understand as your feelings towards the man are valid, but you might also want to understand that such grudges are not good for you. Nor will it be good for the rest of the survivors. Such hatred can blind you to the goal of trying to escape this place. So while I understand that you need the time and patience, it's good to at least forgive and forget during rounds. Every single survivalist, supporter, and sentinel is crucial to winning against these bloodthirsty creatures. After such rounds, you may be filled with your hatred all you shall want... I apologize if this feels too pushy for your liking, Elliot."
As Elliot listened to his partner, he felt like they were right. It felt childish to leave 007n7 out to die, which he has done hundreds of times. "Hmph, why must you always be right?" He smiled, laughing. Two Time simply tilted their head, but they chuckled as well. "The Spawn knows what to say and what not to say; that shall be my only answer." He nodded towards Two Time's response, laying his head back on the pillow. He quietly closed his head, holding Two Time close. Even though his partner looked cold, they were always warm, oddly enough, like a human heater. He chuckled to himself at such a thought. He fully relaxed, rather content with where he was. Two Time looked down at him before closing their eyes as well. Two Time fell asleep rather quickly, still tired from waking up from their earlier nap.
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007n7 spent most of his night pacing in his cabin, wondering why, even when he tried to be useful, he was still useless. Was he stuck as the most useless survivalist? Who burdens everyone? Hell... He could barely even help Elliot; he saw that hesitant look on the man's face before, and he could see how weary he was towards him. His pacing was then interrupted by a knock at the door. Confused about who would knock at his cabin at this time, he walked to the door and slowly opened it. Seeing Noob on the other side, his anxiety dropped, putting a small smile on his face upon seeing the friendly person. "Ah... Hello Noob, how may I help you..?" He spoke quietly, he opened his door more, wondering if Noob would want to come in. "Hi 7n7, I wanted to ask if you would want to come for supper? I know you don't like coming but... I like your company at the table. And we don't need to sit at the dining table... We could sit in the living room." Noob smiled, slightly tilting their head. 007n7 simply looked at them, rather hesitantly. Though he was reluctant, he would hate to deny Noob's request, especially since they went out of their way to invite him. He simply nodded, which made Noob's smile widen. "I'm glad. I think Guest is almost done, we should go ahead and head to the main cabin." They held out their hand, inviting 7n7 to follow them. 007n7 accepted, gently taking Noob's hand as they walked to the cabin. Though he felt the anxiety creeping up his back, he knew that since Noob was with him, he would feel better. 007n7 followed them to the large cabin, the building smelled like cooked chicken and rice, which gave 7n7's nose a nice break. He looked around, noticing how Builderman and Chance ended their conversation to look back at the two. With short anxiety, he looked away. Noob noticed, bringing him upstairs. Chance and Builderman just looked at each other before continuing their conversation. "We could find something to watch while we wait...Though it's been a while since the TV worked other than during rounds." They spoke, breaking the silence as they sat on the beanbag. 7n7 nodded, sitting next to them as well. He sighed, staring at the TV as if it were only stuck on one single channel. "Well... I suppose it's better than nothing." He simply tried to make a joke, though he was very awkward with it. Noob seemed to like it though, letting out a soft laugh towards the very badly attempted joke. "Well...we can't be picky in a place like this."
The two just sat quietly now, watching the ongoing channel play on the TV. No sound was emitted from it, so the only sound was their breathing and the sound of the clock nearby that counted down the time before the next round. Eventually, a loud voice was heard from downstairs. "Dinner time!" The voice came from Guest. Noob heard it, grinning with content as they sat up from the bean bag. They looked down at 7n7, waiting for him to get up as well. 007n7 did just that, standing from the cushioned seat as he followed Noob downstairs. Almost everyone was in the main cabin now, eager to get some food for the night. 007n7 felt a lump in his throat, anxiety rising once again. Noob noticed the small tension emitting from 7n7, making them slightly worried for the man. When they hit the downstairs floor, the two walked into the kitchen, watching as everyone got their portion of the meal. "Bringing 007n7 out of his cabin again, Noob?" A soft, deep voice spoke behind them, making the two of them jump. Guest laughed at the reaction he got, patting both their shoulders. "No need to get frightened, it's just me." 007n7 sighed with relief seeing who it was. It might've been because Guest is a soldier and fought in a war and therefore is naturally quiet, but holy Telamon, can he sneak up on people. Noob looked around, tilting their head. "Did Elliot and Two Time decide not to come tonight?" Guest looked around now as well, shrugging. "You know how those two are sometimes, once they're both in the same cabin, they won't be out until the morning." Guest joked, which made Noob flustered, while 007n7 tilted his head, wondering what that meant. "Oh, you can't say that, Guest! Gross.." Noob laughed, which therefore made Guest laugh as well. 7n7 looked at the two, wondering if he had missed something while being the outcast of the group.
"What does that... mean?" 7n7 decided to speak up. When Noob was done with their short laugh, they looked back at 007n7. "Oh, you didn't know? Elliot and Two Time have been together for a while." 007n7 just jolted upwards a little bit. Now that was something he didn't know at all. He felt guilty because the only reason he could think of was that he was rather distant from everyone else. "Honestly, I thought it was a little bit obvious, especially during rounds. That pizza boy has his priorities, that's for sure." Guest chimed in, hand on his hip. Suggesting that Elliot is always giving his pizza slice to Two Time first if they need it. 007n7 simply nodded, feeling awkward knowing he missed something that was rather known by everyone but him. Guest then handed the two a plate of chicken and rice as well as some vegetables, before 007n7 followed Noob to the living room. They both settled on the couch, plates on their laps. 007n7 looked down at his plate, mouth slightly watering at how good it looked. "Oh wow, this looks good..." Noob chuckled, being the first to comment on the looks of the plating. All 7n7 could do was nod in agreement, taking a bite of the chicken. The two chatted to each other quietly while eating, their voices sometimes overpowered by the other survivors in the other room, especially by Shedletsky's voice. It felt nice to talk to someone since, besides the last round, he hadn't spoken to anyone in a while.
After supper, 007n7 put both Noob's and his plate in the sink, cleaning them before placing them into the dishwasher. When he looked up, Builderman was before him, waiting for 7n7 to move. With quick movements, he got out of the Admin's way, not wanting to be a sudden burden on him. He started to quickly leave before being stopped immediately. "Hey, 007n7?" Builderman spoke up, 7n7 froze while the Admin walked towards him, standing by his side now. A little bit anxious, 007n7 turned his head to look at him. His eyes slightly relaxed when he saw a soft smile that appeared on the man's face. "I'm glad you joined for dinner, keeping Noob company." It was all Builderman said before leaving to put his plate away. 007n7 was slightly shocked but nodded even though Builderman wasn't looking. He walked outside after seeing Noob already gone, walking to his cabin. He sighed when he entered the silent building. The room was dark. He walked to his bedside, taking his burger hat off as well as his glasses and placing them on his nightstand. He sat down on his bed, staring at the wooden floorboards. Tomorrow will be another day, and he hopes that tomorrow will be better than today. He lay down, taking his picture of himself and c00lkidd out. He stared at it until he felt his eyes eventually close, falling asleep with the only comfort he had in his hand.
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The next morning felt a bit better than that of the other nights from before, 007n7 feeling refreshed since he got to rest as well as eat food. Thinking about it now, he supposed eating reduces the chances of going any more insane in this practical asylum. He rolled out of bed, turning on the dimly lit lamp next to him. Blind, he reached his hand out onto the nightstand, trying to find his glasses. When he eventually felt them, did he place them on his face before grabbing his burger hat. He checked his watch, seeing that there were a little bit more than 5 hours until the next round. He sighed, walking out of his cabin to see if he could find Noob. What he didn't expect was the fact that Elliot was right in front of his door, looking like he was about to knock. Elliot quickly realized that 7n7 had come out even before he knocked, jolting from the small scare. "Oh- Elliot, good morning.." 007n7 felt a little bit caught off guard by this sudden visit by a man whom he knows hates him. Elliot simply furrowed his eyebrows, handing him a plate of what looked to be grilled cheese and bacon. "Guest asked me to bring them to you; he assumed you were still asleep." 7n7 simply nodded, knowing that Elliot wasn't pleased to be the one to have this task. "Thank you then...And tell Guest that as well." Elliot simply nodded at 7n7's request, though it looked a little bit cold. After that short interaction, Elliot began to leave, walking back to the main cabin. 007n7 simply looked at the food that was in his hands. He sighed, walking back into his cabin. He supposed his small visit with Noob could wait. After all, he didn't want to waste the food he was given.
He placed his plate on his lap as he sat down on his bed. Honestly, he didn't have much furniture in his cabin, just his bed and his nightstand, as well as his closet was all that satisfied him. Even though he had little in his wardrobe besides some differently styled clothes, he knew he wouldn't look good in them. He knew the others got some sort of 'Milestone' clothes that just appeared in theirs, but he had yet to obtain his own. He could only blame himself, though, for being so useless during rounds. He looked over into the distance, staring at the lit fireplace that seemed to light up the place.
Before long, he finished eating. He reminded himself to put the plate away later as he walked out of his cabin, wanting to find Noob. Unlike most days, he felt rather energetic. He wasn't sure if it was because of the fact he got enough sleep last night, but he felt rather relaxed. He gently knocked at Noob's door, unsure if they were even there. For all he knew, they could be with the others. That is something he dreaded. When he didn't hear a response, he knew now that they were in the main cabin, possibly eating with the others. So, with very little courage, he managed to step into the main cabin, where he saw that almost everyone was gathered in the living room. They were still eating but were also having a conversation of their own. He scanned the room for Noob, glad he got eyes on them. Now for the hard part, which was going into a space he wasn't comfortable in. He quietly walked to Noob, settling down next to them. Noob noticed, scooting to give him room. "Oh, 7n7! How did you sleep? I'm glad you get to join us today." They beamed, smiling at 007n7. He smiled back, though it was a rather weak one. He wasn't sure how to give a genuine smile anymore, but he hoped a smile that looked weak and pathetic was enough to count as genuine. Chance looked over when they heard Noob, raising an eyebrow. "Well, aren't we lucky to see this rare sight? What made you come around, big guy?" 007n7 looked at Chance, slightly anxious. He's never really interacted with the gambler...Nor did he try to, anyway. Sometimes they were rather blunt, but other times they could be rather entertaining. "...I suppose a good night's sleep can change a person's mood.." 007n7 attempted to laugh, wanting to joke with the man. Chance laughed back, nodding. "You're right, a good night's sleep makes me all energized for the next round. Oh, I can feel Lady Luck on my side." Noob turned their head to look at Chance, letting out a chuckle as they nodded. "Just make sure the gun doesn't explode in your face again." They commented, which made Chance huff. "I don't know why everyone says that! Try being in my shoes for once. What do you say, 007n7? Think you would do good with a flintlock?" They turned their attention towards 7n7, raising an eyebrow, obviously joking. 7n7 couldn't help but let out a weak chuckle...Knowing the last time he wielded a gun. "Ah... I'm sure I would be quite clumsy with one." 007n7 tried to respond, his voice caught in his throat. Chance nodded before continuing a conversation with another person. Noob however caught that slight hiccup in his throat, tilting their head. Before Noob could ask, Guest chimed in, settling next to the two.
"Ah, 7n7, trying to get out of the cabin more? How was your breakfast?" Guest asked, tilting his head towards 007n7. "Oh, haha... Breakfast was good, thank you, by the way, for plating me something to eat." 007n7 chuckled at Guest's first statement, nodding. “Oh, of course, I had extra, surprisingly, and I didn’t want you to start the next round on an empty stomach.” 7n7 nodded, though it wouldn’t have been a problem. Especially since he’s done many rounds with nothing in his stomach. After a moment, Guest continued. “..Jokes aside, I’m glad you started to come out. Though it’ll be slow, I’m sure you’ll be able to befriend everyone else.” 007n7 smiled back, letting out a low hum. Before long, the two people whom he talked to the most started to talk to the people around him, and soon he became quiet and invisible. Sometimes he made eye contact with the other survivors, but either he looked away, or they averted their eyes just as fast. Not so long afterward, 007n7 excused himself...Though he doubted anyone listened and headed back to his cabin. He felt slightly overstimulated, hoping to recover before the round started.
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Elliot wasn't the happiest when Guest asked him specifically to bring 007n7 breakfast. Not wanting to be rude, however, he did just that. He was surprised the hacker even had friends here...Though he wasn't surprised it was Noob and Guest. He walked to 007n7's cabin, noticing how much gloomier it was compared to everyone else's. Wow, he supposed that someone's mood can affect how their house looks, whatever that means. Just before he knocked, however, the door was already being opened by 007n7, Elliot's body jolting from the sudden scare. The hacker looked at him with the same expression, caught off guard by his sudden 'visit'. Elliot simply handed him the plate, wanting this interaction to be over. The pizza man couldn't help but look inside the cabin, mentally raising an eyebrow at how empty it looked. Whatever, it wasn't his business anyway. He turned around, starting to head back to the main cabin. He entered the living room, settling next to Two Time. He sighed as he lay his head against their shoulder, resting his eyes. Two Time didn't say anything, allowing him to do so. "Shall you want something to eat, Elli?" They asked, breaking the silence. Elliot just shook his head, his appetite gone. They just nodded, staying quiet again. Soon, everyone started to gather in the living room, taking it as a socializing hour. Builderman settled next to Two Time, glancing over at Elliot. "Tired?" He gently chuckled. Two Time nodded to Elliot. "It appears Elliot needed more than a night's worth of sleep. They had done more than they should've during yesterday's round." They explained, using one of their hands to gently stroke his hair. The Admin hummed, nodding, before he ate from the plate on his lap.
He only took a short nap, waking up after about an hour. When he did open his eyes, everyone was already in the living room, making his head pound more than it should. He scanned the room before laying eyes on the hacker, making him frown. What felt like a tolerable way to wake up was now completely ruined. He dropped the mindset, though, knowing that his partner and even some of the people around him could read him like a book. Two Time looked down at him, noticing that he moved his head and sat up. "Ah, was your short sleep satisfying for you?" They quietly asked, giving Elliot the genuine smile he liked. Elliot simply nodded, rubbing his eyes. Shedletsky noticed, grinning. "You looked quite comfortable during that nap of yours. Didn't get enough sleep last night?" He chuckled, which made Elliot awkwardly chuckle as well. "No, no, I got plenty thanks to Two Time... I suppose the round yesterday made me quite exhausted beyond just sleeping at night." ... "Hm, I don't blame you. That killer was brutal." Shed commented, taking a bite of his fried chicken. "Glad you survived, though. Honestly, I'm getting rather tired of dying and then respawning. Makes me feel skinnier with every death." He joked, making Elliot laugh a little bit more genuinely now.
"Hm? But you always seem to be the same shape, dear Admin." Two Time chimed in, not understanding the joke...nor understanding how their comment sounded. Elliot looked at Two Time, bringing a finger to their lips, 'silencing them.' "Ah... Two Time is still pretty bad at understanding jokes. I hope you don't take any offense to it, Shedletsky." All Shedletsky did was laugh, finding it rather entertaining. "It's alright, Elliot. It made the joke funnier." He brought the chicken to his lips, taking another bite of it. Elliot sighed with relief, withdrawing his hand from Two Time's lips. Two Time simply tilted their head, still not understanding. "You folks here have but a strange taste when it comes to humor. But I shall not judge, for The Spawn would be upset." They responded, taking their turn at laying their head on the other's shoulder. Elliot huffed out a chuckle, slightly tilting his head for them.
Elliot took a moment to think about his next few words before he whispered to Shedletsky. "Hey... Were you with the others watching the last round?" He asked. He had a thought in his head, curious about where 007n7 was before he was 'saved' by him. Shedletsky just looked at him before nodding. "Yes, I was watching the round. Why do you ask?" Elliot just looked at him, wanting answers. "..Did the camera or whatever flip onto 007n7 at any time? I know in the last few seconds he did, in fact, a body block. But I couldn't help but wonder where he was the rest of the time." Shedletsky went silent for a moment, the Admin sighing at the mention of the hacker. While yes, it had flipped to 007n7 multiple times, considering how complex and weird Planet Voss was, it was hard to pinpoint where he was exactly. "The camera did flip to him multiple times. However, it was rather hard to see exactly where he was because Planet Voss is a map that makes it easy to get lost. For all we know, he could've been across the map during your chase. But.. I think the most logical explanation would be the fact that he was close by. He didn't have a bloxy on him since I know I had already used a bloxy, and Guest as well, so there would've been no more for him to grab. He saw you getting chased down, and losing stamina, and decided to jump in...He could've easily just run and survive Last Man Standing. But again..." Shedletsky simply sighed, before continuing. "...The man seems to have changed tremendously. I am rather guilty myself for believing that he can never change." Elliot simply nodded, registering what Shedletsky was saying. "Do you think... Is it worth it to forgive him?" Elliot asked. The Admin shrugged towards him. "Well, don't look at me, it's your decision alone. I know you and 007n7 have that past thing or whatever, so it's pretty valid if you want to continue to hate him," Shedletsky answered, before smiling. "Anyways, I'll leave you with your thoughts, I'm gonna grab some more chicken." He huffed with excitement, standing up to walk to the kitchen.
Elliot sighed. He was glad they were whispering about it, knowing a few people can be nosey when they want to be. He looked back at the spot 007n7 was in, causing him to accidentally make eye contact with the man. He looked away, huffing to himself as he looked down at his partner, who was still resting their head on his shoulder. Honestly, the only reason he could think of that could explain why he was still tired was that he spent most of the night (Though he didn't tell his partner) thinking about what Two Time had said to him before they went to bed. Forgiving 007n7 felt bittersweet, and felt wrong as well. He mentally sighed, feeling his head hurt even more from thinking about this. Reluctant on his options, he decided to ask Builderman for advice after today's round, hoping that whatever the Admin had to say would help ease his mind. His eyes then instinctively looked back at 007n7, watching the hacker quietly excuse himself, even though nobody looked in his direction. He watched the man leave the main cabin, nobody looking concerned about his absence now. Truthfully, he found the man's lifestyle a little bit sad, and sometimes he even felt bad for him. He honestly couldn't bear being ignored by everyone, which doesn't make him anymore better since he always avoided the hacker. 007n7 never spoke up about it, though, probably too scared to do so. Now, being able to think about Shedletsky's words, made him go into a deeper hole that he had buried himself in, trying to think logically and obviously morally.