why can't we laugh now like we did then?

by Everfree (Phoenix_Star26)

Summary:

The miserable life of 007e7

Notes:

How come I see you and ache instead?

Chapter 1: How come you only look pleased in bed

Summary:

prologue.

007e7 ran.

That's all one could do when being chased by a killer.

He didn't have any way to defend himself right now. 

His abilities were on cooldown, he was losing blood, and his stamina was draining by the minute. Death was temporary, but he could see the Slasher in the corner of his eye.

He kept thinking to himself.

'just a little more time'

'just a little more time'

'Why can't I have more?'

Eventually, his legs began to hurt; His breath was shaking in sync with his body; He couldn't run anymore.

 

In the end, he only prolonged the inevitable. The Slasher walked away from the bleeding body that was left behind.

 

...

 

It wasn't long before the round ended after his death. It was not even a minute before all survivors huddled back at the table, where the last survivor, Taph, sat in complete shellshock.

They all sat down in their respective chairs and began discussing the recent events and news they knew. 7e7 was also at the table, but wasn't listening to them talk; His mind was too busy elsewhere.

Thinking back on the number of rounds he was in, the number of times he died, and the current mental state he was in, He began wondering:

Why did he even bother running? He was gonna be killed anyway.

Was it the rush of adrenaline?

The instinct of fight or flight?

 Was he doing it to keep his mental state from everyone else?

Was there a program that he was forced to follow along with everyone else?

Or...

Was it that a small part of him still held onto hope that he could leave this world if he survived long enough? If so, he hoped it would go away. There's no way out.

It wasn't long before all of his thoughts began making him dizzy; the overwhelming rumination made him feel so claustrophobic. 

Being around the others wasn't helping him at all.

He needed to clear his head.

---

7e7 stood outside of the cabin, despondent. He stared across the lake, where an invisible wall kept him from drowning in it. Suicide is impossible to succeed in this realm; there is no way to escape.

He could still see the lights of the cabin from across the lake's edge, along with the sounds of the other prisoners talking. He would have joined them if he hadn't felt so much despair.

Not to mention, he didn't want to talk to the others; he doubted that they would feel the same way he did, even if they were trapped here just like him. 

He wasn't sure if he could even talk to them like he used to. When he was in the real world, he was one of the biggest social butterflies. He could make many friends and get along with almost everybody.

However, as time went on, being trapped in this strange world, being an outcast didn't seem like a bad idea.

He couldn't talk to anyone without feeling an overwhelming sadness and distrust. It was like he didn't know how to be an extrovert anymore.

 

Sometimes wishes he could disappear without anyone caring about him.

...

..

.

He was getting cold. He decided to go back inside.

---

007e7 didn't go back to the cabin where everyone else was. Instead, he went to one of the other cabins, where he usually slept alone. 

He preferred to be alone; It keeps his mind clear. So why does it hurt so much?

The others were still downstairs talking, eating, and probably even trying to entertain themselves. He both wished he could join and hoped he could stop feeling that way.

He doesn't know why this is even happening to him.

He can't recognize his own emotions anymore. Does he even recognize himself?

He doesn't know if he can even talk to this about the others. Maybe he can talk to Sev-

N̶̖̼̦͖̩͎̰͍͇̮̪̰̮͆͒̉̿̍̈́̈͒͘ͅÖ̷̢̢̜̼͉̥̘͙̣͕̳̖̩̤͓͓́͛͂̐̃́̇̈̈́̂͌̈́͛̀̚̕͜͝ͅ! N̸̩̤̦̉͜Ơ̸̡̺̗̦̰̠̭͑̓̄̌͝.n̷o̴.̸.̴.̸

 

He can't be talking with that FAKE (?)! There's no possible way that's his cousin...

He's dead... died in a fire...a̸̤̙̓̎l̸͙͋͊͜l̷͓͙̍̔ ̶͇̟̃b̵̺̤̊ȩ̷̺͐c̴̺̀̊à̴͍̺̅u̸̖͋s̵͐ͅe̴̪̅ ̶͈̣̽ő̷̞̘f̸͎̈ ̴̛͕͕͠t̸͍̉̚h̶̛͕̩̓a̴̯̯͐ṯ̴̻͠ ̷̗̣̉̐k̷̨̩͂i̷͎͐̚d̶͖͛.̶͓́̓

Oh, who was he kidding? He can't be blaming that kid for everything. That's not what N would have wanted.

 But N wasn't innocent either, and neither was he.

 

But when did his life go so wrong?

He was happy once. Why isn't he now?

Was it when all their parents died?

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He saw his life flash before his eyes, before drifting off to sleep

Notes:

Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again

Chapter 2: Will you end my pain? Will you take my life?

Summary:

Will you bleed me out?

Will you hang me out to dry?

Notes:

Will you take my soul in the midnight rain?

While I'm falling apart

While I'm going...

Did it all start the day that they were left alone for the first time?

When was the last time he ever saw his parents, aunts, or uncles?

Why didn't anyone care about them when we needed them?

---

Roblox villa: 10/30/2008

It was the afternoon of Halloween, when a 9-year-old 007e7 was sitting in the living room, switching through the channels to find a good show that wasn't bombarded with Halloween stuff.

Now he was a huge fan of Halloween, but it was always annoying when so many of his favorite channels were only promoting Halloween and presenting only Halloween specials.

After a few minutes of trial and error, he eventually decided to switch off the TV channels and turn to the movies his mom would buy from Bloxbuster. While going into the storage room, he saw both of his parents step in front of his path. Both of them looked neatly dressed in their Halloween costumes, which were a vampire couple.

He suddenly remembered why he was watching TV; He was waiting for his parents to take him to his School's Halloween party. He had early dismissal due to the school using that time to prepare for the party. His parents were going to their own Halloween party, and the plan was to drop him off with his cousins, then pick them up once the school party was nearing an end.

"Hey, E, are you ready to go to your school's Halloween party?" his mom asked. "Where's your costume? Didn't you say you, N, and A were gonna be skeletons?"

"It's in my backpack." 7e7 replied. "The party is gonna last until 7 anyway, it doesn't take long to put on."

"What about the makeup, kid?" his dad tilted his head.

"There are gonna be makeup stands there too, I can do them there."

"You could have asked mommy to put on some makeup."

"I didn't wanna take too much time if you did that."

"Okay, if you say so, sport."

He turned his head to the living room, where the backpack holding his stuff sat on the side of the couch. After checking and confirming his costume was in the bag, he went back to his parents. The family got into the car and began driving to the school.

As they drove past their neighborhood, his dad turned his head to the backseat.

"Hey, buddy, just to let you know, your aunt won't be able to pick up N after the party." His dad said in a somber tone. "He and A are gonna have to stay the night with us, too. Is that okay?"

7e7 nodded, since it wasn't all that surprising. His aunt always had a bad habit of leaving N alone or just ignoring him. It got so bad that his parents had to intervene and help take care of him. E was always happy to see him since N always found him fun. It was probably for the best; his parents always said his aunt was a terrible mom.

It wasn't long before they reached the school, where Halloween decorations were displayed all over the school. E grabbed his backpack, leaped out of the car, and waved his parents goodbye as they went their separate ways. E walked into his school, got his name submitted, and went straight for the bathroom.

After putting on his costume, he took out his cell phone to talk to his cousin, A.

DuckEE!: Hey guys, I'm here.

Ar0b0t:  About time. u took so long that N is falling asleep

DuckEE!: Hey, my parents had 2 get ready 4 their party, don't blame me!

Ar0b0t:   whatever 🙄 just come to meet us in the gym.

7e7 rolled his eyes at his cousin's comment. He left the bathrooms and entered the gymnasium not a minute later. The auditorium wasn't full, but it was still hard to find his cousins among the number of people. However, after circling for a few minutes, he found two kids wearing the same Halloween costumes as he was. 

One of them was older with pale skin and a VR headset on his face; meanwhile, the other was much younger with peach skin, pink glasses, and a burger hat on the top of his head. The older kid was holding the younger as he slumbered on the gymnasium seats.

the two were 7e7's cousins: 007a7 & 007n7 respectly; both 11 and 6 in that order.

"I told you he was falling asleep," 7a7 teased. "You couldn't take any longer?"

"Shut up, it's not my fault you woke him up at the ### crack of dawn." 7e7 replied, smirking at his comeback.

"Ouch, I'm wounded. just wounded."

"hahaha, very funny A..."

Just before the two could continue their banter, a small voice piqued their ears.

"Hmm, is N here yet?" 7n7 slurred, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey N, you ready to party?" 007e7 asked his younger cousin.

"Yeah, what do you guys wanna do first?"

---

They didn't have a schedule for things to do, but they did go to certain areas before they got crowded.

First, they went to the haunted house. (which turned out to be a haunted disappointment because it wasn't that scary.)

Next, they played some of the game stands, which were fun until they weren't.

Then, they went to get their faces painted. (Well, N and E got their faces painted, since A can't take off the headset for the life of them.)

After that, they went to see the Halloween plays in the auditorium, but it got boring quickly, which prompted them to leave.

Following that, they then went to eat some of the food provided (and maybe stole a few for leftovers).

Then finally they decided to dance for a while before heading outside to wait for 007e7's parents.

7n7 wanted to go trick-or-treating right away, but was told that he had to wait for their parents to come home. However, 7e7 got a text from his parents that read:

hey sporsg we r goona bhje a liiiiiiittljse latdoe sosofjo u guyshf enjouhdy tehsf redst of tehsfle ooparothdy...loooves uf kdis

The text is written with the worst kind of grammar known to man. His parents were probably drunk out of their minds. (if only he knew what that would lead to.)

It was already 6:30, so they should be here soon.

6:35.

6:40

6:50

6:52

It was almost 7:00, and a good chunk of people had already left the party. The darkness was closing in, and they didn't want to spend the night at school, of all places. He felt his hands fidget and tremble as he worried about the current situation they were in.

It wasn't just him who was worried. 7A turned to him with a panicked expression.

"Where are your parents?!" He whisper-shouted. "They should've been here by now!"

"I don't know!" 7E quietly yelled back. "They said they were gonna be a little late, but I didn't think they would be this late!"

"Guys..." N tried to butt in.

"Well, what the heck are we supposed to do now?"

"I don't know, we can't go back to my house because it's 25 minutes away, and your house is much further!"

"Guys!"

"Well, that's just great, we're gonna be stuck here for the next few hours until your mom and dad take forever getting here!"

"Hey, don't talk about my mom and dad like that!"

"GUYS!!!" N shouted, catching the other two's attention. "Can we just go trick-or-treating now? We can go to my house..."

"...Okay, first of all N no need to shout, and secondly, is that even a good idea, A?"

"I mean, since it's been pointed out, I see no flaws in that plan. Just tell your mom and dad what we're gonna do."

"Okay, let's just hope they at least pick us up later."

---

The Halloween night was fantastic. The neighborhood where N lived was neat. Many people were walking in some of the coolest costumes known to man, seeing what other people made 7e7 feel inspired for their next Halloween costumes. Not to mention the houses that gave out candy, they were either tame in decorations, or they went all out this Halloween.

After they gathered enough candy to last for the rest of their lives, they retreated to N's house and decided to cook up some pizza. N's house was big enough for all three of their families, due to his mom having a high-paying job. While 7e's and 7a's parents made enough to cater to all of their needs and wants, it was obvious that his aunt didn't have to go through the same effort as their parents did for N.

After they gathered enough candy to last for the rest of their lives, they retreated to N's house and decided to cook up some pizza. After eating the pizza, they went upstairs to N's room to play on his Xbox 360.

Amid their gaming frenzy, 007e7 decided to check his messages in case his parents had sent him any other messages, only to find that they didn't even reply to the one he sent before they went trick-or-treating. 

Suddenly, 7e7 feels a chill run down his spine; something didn't feel right. Every time, no matter how drunk or inconvinced his parents were, they would always message him back. He didn't know why, but his parents' not responding felt... wrong. As if his parents might be in too much danger to respond. He was even tempted to call the police to make sure they were okay... but it probably would be too late.

He, of course, stopped himself; he sometimes saw in movies or shows he watched that sometimes when people have too much fun and get drunk, they may pass out and sleep until the next morning. They were probably doing the same thing now. So, 7e7 decided to push all those doubts away before telling his cousins that the sleepover may just have to be in N's house.

Looking back, he sometimes wishes he hadn't done that and just called the police.

---

The next morning, the kids awoke to the soft calls of the mourning doves.

The gentle sunlight touches their faces as they stretch on the bed they shared, rubbing their eyes as they begin to regain their energy from the night before.

The trio leaped out of the bed and began heading back downstairs.

"Hey, E?" 7a7 turned to their cousin. "When do you think our parents are gonna come pick us up?"

"I don't know yet," 7e7 replied. "But maybe it's long enough before we have breakfast?"

"Well, you guys can do that," 7n7 jumped up. "I'm gonna get the cereal first!"

Soon, a simple walk to get breakfast became a race to see who would get the best cereal. As the trio ran to the kitchen, they all grabbed their respective favorites and poured large amounts into the plastic bowls.

As they finished preparing and began eating, 7a7 and 7e7 decided to talk about the costumes they saw last night while 7n7 played with the food he prepared.

Their banter was soon interrupted by a knock on the front door. 7e7 and 7a7 perked up. Their parents were already here? Fine by them.

They jumped out of their chairs and began heading towards the door. 7e7 turned back 7n7 to say goodbye, but stopped himself before he could say anything.

007n7 stared at the two heading out the door, knowing they were leaving. 7e7 wasn't happy to leave him alone, knowing his mom isn't going to be happy about the mess he made; He had to get home, though. However, knowing his aunt, and seeing sevens pouty lips and puppy eyes, he knew he wasn't strong enough to resist.

"Hey, N, are you okay?" 7e7 walked back to where they were eating.

"..." 7n7 didn't say anything, but nodded dejectedly, tears threatening to spill out.

"You know, I can ask my mom, and we'll see if you can come with me to have the actual sleepover at my house. Does that sound good to you?"

"... *sniff*... mhm..."

"Come on, let's get you some clothes."

However, before they could step back upstairs, 7a7 rushes over to them.

"Uh, Guys, the police are outside."  7a7 whispers, their eyes widen.

"Hello, this is Villa police, we know you're in there, kids," an Officer calls out through the door. "You kids are not in trouble, but we need to talk to you guys."

7e7 stares at the door, gripping his hold on 7n7's hand.

"I know you're scared, but this is urgent. It's about your parents..."

They turned to look at one another, confused and a bit concerned by the cop's statement.

"We had found one of the parents' phones and traced it to this address. Look, I know you're scared, but I can only explain things if you just come outside."

None of them knew what to do. Although the cop could be telling the truth, they also were told not to open the doors for any strangers, not even if they were cops. But to 7e7, he felt the same chill from last night, as if something horrible had happened. 7e7 didn't know why it came back, but somehow felt that ignoring the officer would only escalate things, not to mention the potential crime of child abandonment in his parents' case.

So taking a deep breath, 7e7 walked forward. He knew his other cousins tried to stop him, but were too scared to approach him, knowing what he was going to do. He stood in front of the door, the sirens from the car being muffled.

Without any hesitation, he opened the door.

 

 

Ȏ̵̡̧̡̨̜͙̪̳͍͓̦͔͔̝̗̥̳̌̐̈́̃͒̏̉͆͋́́͛̇̚̚h̷̨̨̨̘̙̘͔͔̝̣̭͇̪̱̯̑͆̍̂̈́͌͌̉͑̇͗̿̈́̚͘͝,̷̛̥̒̀̊̐͂͌̈́̐̒͐͒̈́́͒͘͠ ̴̢̨̘̮͔̠̼̪̙̬̯̺̜̺̾̂͐̑͑̅̓̔͂ͅġ̵̡̛̤͇͔̰̟̲͍̖̩̙ò̴̧͚̬̮͚̤̝̭̪̯̣͙̯̈́̆͗̌͆̽̏̊̇͒̈́̔̉̿o̵̡̗̬̥̯̮̯̜͕̫̼͍͋͂̈́́̄̏̈́͜d̷̻͚͓̰̟̦̟̭̯̱̼̫̳̹̰͋͂̏̔͗̈́͛̃͗̇͌̕͘,̵͓͇̜͔̹́̿͒͊͐̈́̾͌͘ ̴̣̳̗́̿̑͊̓̏̃͋̽̂̿̅͋t̴͉̆͂͊̽͑̓͊̄̏̆̀̽̅́͘͝͝ḫ̷̡̜̹͉̱͍̤͓͆̅̄̾͒̀̓͐͂̏̃̽͛̂̎́͝ͅá̴̞̠̞̟͈̜̣͚̝̯̞̀̓̐͋̾̂͘͘̚̕n̶̢̬̗̼̙̱͙̬̖͔̝̙̪̜̮̓̂͛k̶̡̧̰͉̮̭̰͋̈́̃͆̋̒̔̎̿͊͒͋͠͝ ̸͎̞̼̝͗̅̿ÿ̶̢̢͎͈̹̘̲̪̟́̅̂͑͂͛͑̓̉͒̒͛̑̓͝o̸͖̥̰̲͎̰̠̰͍̙̬̻͓̭͖̓͌̐ͅu̵̙͚͍̮͚̞̤͓̽̊͑͜͜,̵̨̘̟̬̥͙̤̱̦̯̤̣̜̏͆̀͑͗͠ ̷̢͎̳͉̪̦͂͛͠k̶̨̑̂͂̿̓́̎͑̃͘͝͝i̵̡̨̗̯͙̬͒̀́̈́́̚ͅͅḑ̵̡͕̹͉̜͔̪̘̬̲̱̖͖̖̅͗̏̒̀̓̆̿̊͋ͅs̶̢̮̻̪̤̤̩̯̔̉̐̇̔͂̔̑̅̂͠ͅ.̴̢̡̣̙̫̜̖͍̘͙̲̘͆̋̂́̓̀̍̊͒

 

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̴̡̛̣̭͕͚̯̊̃̀̄͌̔͐̉̀́̐͘͝͝I̸̞̠̟͉͇͖̎͛̃̾̅̅̎͊́̾̊̂͜͠͝͝ ̵͙̣͇̙͙͋͒̅̋͂͊͑̉̄̒̐͘͠k̷̛̺͚̳̭͆̊̈̑͌̎̾͐̓̓̄̔̾͠͝n̶͙̜̳̱͑̃̑̇̂̽͗̏̋̍̇̑̍́̓͝͝ơ̶̢͈̞͔͉̦͔͚̣̺͇̦̞̯̄͑͌̅͜͝w̸̢̲̯̹͍͚͎̩̦͇̏̑̄͑͑̀͒̆͊͜͝ ̵̡̛͎̟͍̯̜̠̥͉͇̥͍͑͆̅̓̃̀̒̌̾̋̇̆̇͗̑̕ͅy̵̧̢̝͚̲̟̤̤̱͙͐̏̋͘͝͠õ̶͙̗̥̭̞͉̆̒̄̆͊̃̄̿̚û̸̡̗̖̦̻̭̋̆̾̿̈̌͠ ̶̝͚̣͕̰͖̙̟͈͊ͅa̸͈̔̌̄͝͝ļ̸̺͎̹̒̀͛͛̓̀̓̌̕̚͜ļ̷͓̿̒͗͒̿̊̾̅́̆́̆̕͠ ̷̢̬̹̉̍̈́̽̒͛́͆̏̓͘̚͠͠ą̶̲͙̥͚̰̰͉̮̃̑̃͜͝ŗ̶̡̛̜̦̜̳̻͇̝̲̯̗̙̦̖̊̍̿̐̒̀͝͝͠͝͝e̵̡̡̢͙̗̙͈̎̓̃̽̑͊̾̓̎̌̽̽̕ ̸̡̥̪̪͎̭͖̣̔͒̄̓̍͘̚͝͝s̴̛̲̣̖̙̗̜̖͙̯̟̞̺̎͂c̸̖͔̤̘̰̭̭̹̝͓̠̬̻̕a̴̧̫̰̲̪͓̮̙͕̠͌͂̂͑̿̈́̐̾̈́̌̾͛͊̏̎͘͘r̷̠͌e̸̡̛̛̛͓͎̝̩͖̘͎̲̬̭̼̱̠̹̒̉̐̉̓̈́͑̊͊̐̇̽̄͠d̶̨̞̤̾̓̓ ̸͎͇͍͆̔͛̋̒̓̅͛͌̉̔͒͊̆͂͂͝ͅa̵̡̨̢͎̰̲̫͖̹̩̮̬͕̐̈͒̋̃̂̽̊̃̀͂͝͠ͅͅͅń̷̛̯̺̯͇̹̙̩̻͇̖͈̥̳̮̠̫̅̈́̋̓̎̓͆̋͋̚͝ͅd̸̼̠̙͑̑̂͒͊̑̆̈́̍̒ ̸̢̧̡̤̥̲͕͙̭͚̟͕͌͂̓͑͌̓̈́̍͗͌̇̄̌̇̚w̴̰͖̘̤̖̪̑̄̾̈̑̀͐̕a̵̢̯̮͙̺̗̗̎̅͂͛̐̐̅̐̎̓̃̆n̶̝͈̣̗̥̫̹̭̰̟̖̹̠̮̞̿̋͛̉͜t̸̢͔̣̝͇͈̰̠͙͖̺͚͖̲͛͛́̈́̈́͆͆̌͐͛͜͝͝͝ ̷̢̨̡͙̭͙͕̣̱͙̹̙̹̰̼̲͎̍͊̍̓̍̋͛͑͛͠y̸͉͖̩͓̣̼̱͙̘̥͕͔̞̘̱̎͐͌̈̚͝ō̸͔̗͚͚̬̮͈͍͓̖̞̾͋̽̈́͗͂̿̆̄͗̚͜͝͠ư̷̧̧̼͚̖͚̰̗͍͎̲̈́̌̋͒̌͐͛͆̇r̴̢̢̛̳̱͉͍̭̬͕̒͛͗̋̆̑̈́̑̀̀͋͋̕̚͜ ̵̫͓̘͖̬͈͉͎̹͚̓p̵̙̫̮̰͕̣͔͖͓͑̈̀̓̔͊̐͋̈́́̑̚͜a̶͓̹̖͍̻̖͉̪͇̖͍̅̈ͅr̵̨̨̥̬̦̀̉̈̈́͐͐̿̅̂̚͜͠e̶̢̺̠̤̼̮͎̣̔̓̈́̉̍̊͌̑̅̏́̀̀͛͝͝n̷̨̧̢̬̥̪̰͎̒̅͆̈́̋̏̀͐t̴͖̩͓̼̞̳̏̓͛s̴̨̲̘͙̪̥͕̹̠̜̜͔͉̭̑͑̋̔͝͠.̶͕̳͚̗̗̳̦͇̘̗̥̗̼͛̀̆̂̇̊̉͗͌̏̈́͜͝ͅͅ ̸͚̖̯͇̓͂̂̐̊̉̽̄́̍͐͗̀̆͝͝R̵̡̧̡̘͕̘͇͔̝̞͍̞̼̰̯̱̼̔̀͝e̴̩̺̺͈̥̠̮̯͙̒̌̐́̌̀͆͆͝s̶̛͈̖̲̼͆̇̀̓̑̎̓t̶̢̨̨̢̤͓̦̗͖͇̰̮̐̀ ̴̨͍͙͕͈̝̯̼̣̺̫̜͍̎̇a̵͍̣̯̞̰̿̏̍̐̇̌̒̽̐́͝͝s̴̡̧̨̧̞͈̜̭̦͚͔͊̂͂͛̏̃̈́̇̈͠ͅş̸̢̨̢̡̩͉̜͙̘̯̦̋u̷̢̳̳̼̠̫̮͖̝̗͇̥̍͌r̶̛͙̻̀̏́́́̏͊̔͋̊͛̂̊͘͝͠è̷͉͓̖̝̱̦͔̺̝͔̭̗̦̖͗̀̐͋̅̏͋̀͌̀̾̔̓̏d̴͔̩̱͚͛̓̍̑̔̋̽͒͂̐̈́͘,̶̢̜̙̤͓̜͖̮͉̼̪̮͎̙̫̼͗͋̆̂̃̉̀̈́̌̔̉̕͜ ̴̱̹̰̫͖̦̞͆̇̽́͊̉̈́̊̈́̿̾͘Ǐ̸̼̠̇̌͛̆̔͐̂̈́ͅ ̷͕̟͎͚̝̹́̽̅̑͊̇̀̕̚̕͜m̵̜̲̙͊͑̚e̸̢̡̡͔͙̘͙̜̘̟̮̖͇͔̞͈͒̑̐́́̈́̕͝͝a̷̧̨̛̪̲͇̣̫̰̻̫̤̻̮̼̪̟̔̆́͗̊̅͐̾̄̓̏̓͠ṋ̶̨̡̢͚̜͖̖̫̿̐̀̅͜ͅ ̷̛̫͕̤̯̔̆̍ͅy̵̜̬̯͝ơ̷̥̏̽́̅̏͘͝͝͝ű̴̡̨̘̯̜̫͇̪̯̯̪̺̬̀̿̊́́̊̾̚̕͜͝ ̵̡̛̼̜̣͙̗͕̳͓͈̼͙̠̯͊́̇̽̏̔́̀͌̅̐̕ͅn̸̞̲̻͍̙̭̦͎̮͍̂̓̋͂̌͂̐͑̈́̔̈̔͆̚͠o̵̧̰͔͍̯͙͔̲̣͎̦̯̣̭͋̄̈́̓̒͋̆̉͋̕͘͜͝ ̵̭͉̣̬̞̞̯̝͌̓͊̏͐͌̅̑̈́͗̍̔̾̕̚ḩ̵̛̲͇͔̜̤̀̅̒̑̑̇̂͗̔̑̒͒͝ǎ̶͓̱͖͓̪̬̂̒͜r̸̡̡̦̮̜͖̳̞̯̫̳̗͚̹͋̀̎̉ͅm̵̙̫̈́͌̊͆̽̽͂̂̌͆̽̈́̆̒̕̚.̷͍̅̈́̍̆̑͗̈̉͒̏̀͆̅̌̇.̴̲̪̬̦̟̥̦̤͍͈̥̺̮̗̩̫̓̑͒̾͆̓̐͒͊͋̾̅͜͠͠͝.̵̯̦̄͌̑̊͒̎̕͝͝

 

̴̡̛̟̻̘͍̠̘̃̅͗̈͒̓̋́̍̐͐͊̍̒͝
̵͕͎͙̩̻͇̠͕͖̾͜B̷̢̥̠̲͔̳̖͈͆͋̈́̔̏̃̍́́̊̚͝͝ų̷̛̦͈̬͇̦͓̥̭̲͑̄̋͂́̽̊̾̈́͐͝t̶̡̨͖͔͉̟͎̩̤̃̔̉̋̕ ̶̗̜̫̳͊ͅa̴̻͈̞̟̟̭̹͈͚̤̐̒̊̈́̃̚͘ͅͅḃ̴̠̖̹̲̜̦ơ̷̢̢̛͇̙̩͇̭͚͈͉̦̗͙̍̊̿̋̈̈͂̀̅̓̓͘͘ư̷̪̊͋̔͐̈́̿̌̀t̸͈̥̗͍͓̪̤̲̘͔̠̱̥̿̅̓̿́̋̌̔͜͝͠ͅ ̴̨̨͕͈̩͇̠͎̹͓̻̯͉̀͜͜ỳ̷̳̱̲̳̯̬͒̍̽̎̑͆̆̂͝ỏ̶͍̝̳̜̬̥͉̳̗͕̘̗͇̳̩̦̻u̴̢͕̓̊̆͑͑̌̎̅̀̈̊̂͊̎̇͑̕r̴̞͖͓̝̫͉̈̈́̏̿͊́͒̉̉͠ ̴̢͚̟͇̉̂̔̿p̴̛̛̫̠͚̖͍̘͚̪͓̗̱̄́̏́̽̓̔̍̓̓̓͌̀͜ͅa̷̩̅́͊r̶̢̧͇̘̪͙̳͎̖̞̰̜̪̪̬̦͊̓̎̍́̅̔͂̒̆͗̒͜͠ë̵̡̪̭͇̪̭̜͚́̎͒͜n̵͉̙͙̠̦̙͉̱͍͉̎͑̓̑̈́̓̇̅̔̏̒́͊̔̕͘͝ť̵̛̛̯̈́̆̄̋̇͌͂͊̋͑̀s̴̨̢̛͓̖̦̞̠̝̟͔͓̼̝̻͂̓̈̋̅͗̈͠.̶̣̺̗̪̬͖͓͈̟̆̃̌̇͋̍͊̀̈͑̔̄͜͠.̷̨̧͔͕̰̖̦̝̀̓̉̓̂̂͛͑̂̚̚.̷͚̟̔̉͛́͘ ̶̪̟͇̠̈́̃̅͂̅̈̎͌̌̾w̵͓̌́͒e̵̡̢̗̥͚͓̗̺̜͉͆̿̔̀̈́͛̓̒̕̕͝l̸͖͔̹̜̻̖̳̮͊͊̚͝l̶̡͈̞̳̣͔̰͖̲̪̣̫̻̤͒̑͑̈́̀̈́̾͌͒,̷̖͈͔̬̰̺͉̦̦̪͚̱͇̳̓̓͋͋̽͆̓̿͌͋̅̀͘ ̴͇̤͈̜̗͓̯̮̦̹͇́͆̄ͅĨ̵̤ ̴̡̼̫̭͉͖̟̮̀͛͐̃͘͘ṫ̷̼̤͓̀͘͜h̸̨̩̜̤̝̙̬͖͈͖͐̍̄͛̂̃̅̑̆̀͑̀̎̀̕i̸͔͗n̷͎̳̹̮̤͙̗̘̠̩̼̼͍̅̽͒̿ͅͅk̶̡̡̛̛̼̼̻͈̳̱͍̫̙̮̱͈̑̾͘͠͝ ̶̨̡̡̜͙̫̱̱͖̖̒͂́i̸̦̗̜̻͈̫͔̜̻̼͙̲̼̤̠͋ͅt̵̹̤̼̠̐̅̎̓̈́͌͗̆͊̓̐̕͝͝'̶̱̃̐̿̒̓̊̊͒̉̕͝s̶̗̱̙̣̞̮͈̬͒́͆̈́͒̑̈̈́̍̑̑̑̋̕͝͠ ̸͚͈͈̱̯̇̃̾̒͊̈́͗́̈͊̌̆͑̕͝b̶̡͓̥̮̰͈̿̀̏̏͛̍̔͌̒̂́̂̂͂͂͛̓ȅ̸͇̫͙̞̭̳t̸̟͖̹̫̫̄͗͋̄̔̃̃̕t̶̡̧̤̥͉͈̤͉̝̐̀̊̈́͘͜ͅe̴̞̦͚̥̜͕̣͓̤̖̱̞͖̼͊̑̉͌͛̇̔͗̆͗̾ͅr̷̛͈̃́́̋͑̾̌̀͑̀͠ ̴̬̹̂̓̍̋̚i̵̛͙͎̞̬̽͊̀̈̄̚͝f̶̧͍̥͎̣̙̪͇̘̦̲̻͚̙̱̊̉̏͒̽͜͝ ̵͖̖͓̮̩͍̬͓͙̜̣̰̦͆̀̓͛̔̎̒I̵̡̘͔͈̱̖͚̯̓̑̑́̎͂́͗̋̓̈́̓̈́͊͘͘͝ ̴̢̢̛͔͙͎̙̤̼̥͈̩̭̺̮̂̑̄͑̾͌̃͊͐̾̒̓̑̕͝ḃ̶̯͍͌̋̔̃̍̿r̶̨̫̹̦̮͋̌͐͌͒͌͆͘i̸̧̢̧͔̦̦̼̪͓̖̺̙̤̐̊̐̅̀̒͘͝n̴̨̼̖͔͖͆͌̿̐͛̈́͐̂͑͆̐̈̿͒̚̕g̴̢͖̫̦͈̪̐̃̄̋̽̃̀̀̽̈̑̽͘ ̸̭͎̱̹̳̠͓͇̝̩͈̖̰̖͆́̇̈́̽͒́́̚͘͜͠ͅy̸̡͎̯͚̺̭̭̎̔̉̔̃͛̅ͅo̴̦͗̐͛̃͛̈́͋̽̚͠͠u̶̢͇̠̘̬̳͖̪͈͉̘̟̿́̎̃͊̃͋̂͒͜͝ͅ ̴̩̭̼̙̫͓̣͚̐̀̐͌͂͝͠ẗ̵̢̖̠̳̬͉̰̞͆̇͗͒̀̊̏̈́͝o̷͚͎̔̐̓͊̉͐͠͝ ̵̧̫̞̖̐ṫ̴̡̮̲̄̉̔̏̂͒͆͒̍̿̚̕͘͝h̸͇̱̉͑̃̾̅̍̀̊̆̀̃̊̒͘̕é̷̛̝̥̹̱̤̩̟̬̮́̐̊̀̌̊̇̔̿ ̷̨͓̻̘̲̇̈́̉̈̈́̾̓̕s̸̡̡̢̻̝̰͇̫̝̻̻̜̤̲͈̖̪̆͐̒̒̆͒̍̂̂̒̀̅̕t̵̘̲̖͉̖͈̳͎̱̖͊͗̇̑̄̚̚ͅá̵̹̥̩̤͈͛͗̈͜͜t̶̖͓̱͎̹̭̲̀̂͊̎̈́į̸̼̩̫̣̰͎̪̣̱̣͙͇̪͎͋͐̇̔̐̒́͗ǫ̶̡̼̰̥̬̈́̀̔̍̇̈́̕͠ň̴͔̗̬̯͉̩̗̪̒͛́͂̓̋̋͊̃.̴̡̢̤̼̗̘͙̠͇͎̻̤̥͑̔̄́́ͅ

 

̷̨̙̱̈́̑͘͘͝͝
̵̡̗͔͈̮̗̹̞̪͕͖̻̗̼̇̌ͅF̷͎̣̻͇̗̗̋͠͝ơ̸̤̝̗͓͇͔̫̘̬̟̯̯̿͂̾͗̋̉̔̄͝ͅl̸̼̞͇̩̤͚̝̝̦̘͈͕͓̪̳̳̰̇̈́̿͋͊̈́̂̈́̊̚l̸̛̪̄̒̂̿̓́̈́͌̓̈́̍͘̕͠͝͠o̵̧̧͙̲̳̼̹͖͚̐̑̃̾̄͂̊͠w̵̡̨̰͖͈̟͈̩̥̬̞͍͉̲̋͗̉ ̶̨̢̹̦̹͚́̈́̒̔́̈̊̑̃̚͘̚̚͝m̴͖̏̏͗͛̓͊e̷̡̢̧͈̦͉͕̼̠̫̣̪̖̩̱̘̞͆̾̄͛̆̐̋̀͒̕

Notes:

insane?

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 4 of Shopkeeper 7n7