Motherly 007n7

by 0_7n7, Anemoia0101, RabiesHaver, www_watson_com

Summary:

Basically 007n7 acts like a mother to the survivors

But he will always be an outcast to them

 

This is my first fan fiction (criticism/feedback is welcomed)

Notes:

Feedback is welcomed!!

 

This is my first fan fiction so it will suck

Chapter 1: Information about 007n7

-Coolkidd is not in the forsaken universe (in the real world he was killed, 007n7 doesnt know what happened, but knows his son is dead)
He was at some point but due to an incident he was taken out ( idk how but it left 007n7 traumatized)

-007n7 knows how to knit, crochet, sew, etc

-007n7 can produce silk (thread) from his mouth (idk how that works just roll with it)

-007n7 can spawn uncooked food items and fabric

-007n7 is a REALLY good cook

-007n7 cleans a lot (it’s a habit and it takes his mind off things)

-007n7 is a Malewife (I might be aroace but I still want him)

-007n7 has claws, horns, fur, and a tail

-007n7 has good hearing (maybe eyesight idk)

-007n7 looks big but is actually underweight (the spectre likes to make things look deceiving)

-007n7 has paws on his feet

-007n7 is trans and has body dysmorphia

-tapetum lucidum (layer of film on the eye that reflects light to enhance night vision)

Notes:

Feedback is welcomed!!

 

This was written in the notes app (idk but it works)

Ideas are very appreciated as long as they follow the plot, all relationships in this story will be platonic (I’m aroace and suck at writing romance)

Also I will update this whenever I have any more information about 007n7 (in this story)

Chapter 2: Silent comfort

Summary:

007n7 helps noob

007n7 stared at his wrists, blood pouring down his arms and onto the floor. After a moment he looked down at the mess, which caused him to panic as he knew it would stain the wood. No one ever visited his cabin, but that didn’t stop him from beating himself up about the mess he had made.

 

He had just finished cleaning up the mess when he heard a bang accompanied by sobbing. Even though his cabin was farthest from the lobby (the main cabin) he was still able to pick up the smallest of sounds due to being part drakobloxxer. That being said the sobbing had not stopped, he didn’t want to leave his cabin, but in the end he ultimately decided to check and see if anything had happened.

 

After a moment of hesitation he started to walk towards where the sobbing was coming from. He was very cautious as he didn’t know what awaited him in the main cabin. Usually whenever he went into the cabin he was met with glares of uncertainty and judgment, he understood why, I mean who would want to hang around someone who’s hurt others for years?

Nonetheless, it still hurt knowing that the other survivors didn’t like him, it was very obvious as they rarely acknowledged him. And when they do notice him it was because of something he did wrong. Everything was deserved, but sometimes he wondered if it would be better if he was gone. Still, he held onto the hope that maybe someday he would be worth something,
all he had to do was be patient…right?

 

Lost in thought, he didn’t realizes he was already at the door of the main cabin. Of course, the moment he came back into reality he immediately started to panic. He wanted to go back, but curiosity got the better of him.

He opened the door gingerly, cringing as it creaked open. Slowly he made his way through the cabin, looking for the source of the noise.

Eventually he made his way into the living room, where a very sad looking noob sat. 007n7 took note that it reaked of alcohol, but he put that aside as noob was still sobbing hysterically.

He didn’t really know what to do as he hasn’t comforted someone for a long time. Still, he decided to give it a shot, even if he really wanted to die and sink into the floor.

 

“Are okay?” 007n7 asked softly (he was mentally dying as it was clear noob was not okay)

 

This caught noob’s attention as he turned to look up at 007n7.

 

“No” noob said hiccuping quietly.

 

It was clear to 007n7 that he was intoxicated. And he really didn’t want to leave noob without helping him, so he helped him up off the floor. Sadly, the movement caused the sad, drunk man to vomit on the floor and onto his own shirt.

 

“Sorry” noob said weakly, his eyes filling up with more tears.

 

“It’s fine” 007n7 said reassuringly while leading him to the bathroom.

 

Once he heard the water running he used his coolgui to spawn in blue fabric and a needle. He wasn’t able to spawn in thread, but that didn’t stop him creating some. You see 007n7 had a weird but useful ability. Like a spider, he was able to produce silk, the silk that he produced was very durable. The weird part was that he produces it from his mouth, besides that he wasn’t fazed by it.

 

By the time noob was done taking a shower 007n7 had already made a light blue shirt and a dark blue sweater that used different shades of blue. When he realized that noob was done taking a shower, he knocked and put the newly made items outside the door before going back to sit on the couch.

After a while noob came out (wearing both the blue shirt and sweater) and sat next to him.

 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” 007n7 asked patiently (he made sure to emphasize that they had a choice)

 

“No” noob mumbled, his throat sore from sobbing

 

Eventually they laid their head on 007n7 chest and hugged him like c00lkidd use to do. Seven froze, but still wrapped his arms around noob and started to slowly relax into the embrace, his tail swaying softly.

 

The pair stayed like that until they fell asleep on 007n7’s chest fluff. Seven, realizing that noob passed out, slowly got up and laid him on the couch before quickly (and quietly) walking away.

 

007n7 was back in his cabin, reminiscing about what had just happened. Surprisingly, he felt better about himself. I mean, he finally made himself useful for once, and to him that was a big accomplishment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He could only hope that it would last a little longer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With that he closed his eyes, and went into a dreamless sleep (there were no nightmares, at least for now)

 

 

Notes:

Feedback is welcomed!!

 

Ideas are appreciated as long as it sticks to the plot

This is my first time using ao3 to write a story and I’m DYING (I have a whole new respect for ao3 authors now)

Chapter 3: New light

Summary:

“Being some where new was fun! But when you’re with people who despise your very existence…

Not so fun.”

Notes:

Hope this is good!!

   007n7 heard chattering when he woke up. Usually, he wouldn’t be bothered by it, but for some odd reason it sounded really close. He was on a bean bag, and the softness was slowly lulling him to sleep.

  He blinked a few times, trying to wake himself up. He was under a blanket, so he couldn’t see anything. Weirdly enough, his gut was telling him not to move nor get up. So, he very slowly made a little crack that he could see out of.

 

…

 

What. The. Fuck.

 

  007n7 was having a full blown panic attack. He didn’t know how he got into the main cabin, and frankly he did NOT want to be there. The thought of being found here and the words—no, the looks were what was worse.

 Luckily, none of them seemed to notice him yet. Still, he didn’t know what to do and he was starting to spiral. Should he stay there? Or should he try and sneak out? He deserved the humiliation anyway.

   That’s when Chance started to walk closer to the bean bag. Seven, in his state of panic, decided to fake sleep and hope for the best.

 

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… ..

 

….. ……

 

  The survivors were conversing in the living room, they had all taken notice of Noob’s new clothes, and wanted to know where they got it from. Noob—being embarrassed about what had happened the night before—only told them that 007n7 had made it for them.

   Of course, the survivors were surprised, as Seven never interacted with any of them. And whenever he did, his responses were always short and awkward.

Chance, getting bored of the conversation, started looking around for something to do. He was just about to give up when he saw a lump on one of the bean bags. From afar, it looked like nothing was wrong with it, but something was telling Chance to check it out.

After pondering on it for a while, he got up and walked towards it. Once he was close enough he picked it up. It was very light, but upon closer inspection, they realized who it was. 

.. 

 Not wanting to bring attention to the exploiter and cause possible problems, the gambler quickly and quietly left the cabin to go to the lone one furthest from everyone. Chance had to give himself a hand for his quick thinking and good work helping his fellow teammate.

Setting Seven down on his bed was easy, it was taking the blanket off of him and checking if he was okay—that was the hard part. Chance wasn’t the best at comforting, far from it, but if 007n7 was having a panic attack or anything of that sort, they would do their best to help.

  “Hey, Seven. Um.. you alright? Sorry for like, picking you up and such, but you seemed to be shaking a whole bunch… not to mention you weigh like nothing…” Chance scratched their neck, sitting beside the exploiter to better help him.

007n7 didn’t react, staying under the blanket to hide from the world they now live in. He stayed where he was, shaking akin to a leaf on a branch. 

 

 

  All 007n7 could feel were their hands. The hands that hurt them and caused most of his problems.. it was his own doing that caused this. They said it themselves, it was his fault that that happened. If he wasn’t so pathetic and weak then it wouldn’t have happened.

 

Seven scooted away, sitting up to stare but he couldn’t make anything out as his vision blurred together. The blob in front of him tried reaching for him, the man flinched away. His frame was shaking so hard, he physically couldn’t focus on the person in front of him.

 

  “Seven? Shaking isn’t a good look on you y’know.. but you were always so trembly when we were together…..” The voice froze 007n7 to the core. He stared at who he assumed to be one of the survivors.. but after… ‘N-No.. it couldn’t be… right?’

 

 

  “You’re pathetic. No wonder these people hate you so much, you’re the same as I first met you. A weak, pathetic excuse of a man.” The words were spat like venom, now one should even begin to believe the words. But 007n7 soaked in all of it as he knew this was true and he deserved all of the scorn he has come to know. 

 

 

   The blob continued to talk to Seven, still reaching their hands to his shoulder to GRAB. FORCE DOWN. HOLD HIM DOWN reassure him. Yes. The person sitting in front of 007n7 was trying to help him. Even though he didn’t deserve it, he never deserved kindness for what he’s done. He was pathetic. He was worthless. He was is a hacker and nothing will change that label on him. 

 

 

    The hands shifted in his vision to be going down and seemed to be trying to hold him still to—

 

 

 Seven didn’t allow that. He did the one thing he owed himself and that was not let himself do this to himself AGAIN. So he jumped up, shaking in his skin as he wished to rip it off, and ran out the door and into the woods to hide like the coward he always was.

 

 

 Chance looked and bolted to the door to catch the man that was clearly having a panic attack but instead of doing anything, they stood frozen as they lost sight quickly. They felt useless that they couldn’t help him…. But you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.

 

 

Or someone who doesn’t deserve it, as Elliot would put it.

Notes:

More chapters to come!! Also fixing everything up!

-0_7n7

Chapter 4: Filler

Chapter by Anemoia0101, www_watson_com

We’re getting chapters ready for you guys rn

 

I have not forgotten about your suggestions, so don’t worry

Chapter 5: Not So Hidden

Summary:

007n7 finds Taph within a round with their hood shredded, and hands her his jacket to cover up with.

Notes:

Howdy everybody!!
This Chapter was made by the one and only glorious RabiesHaver /silly

I hope you all enjoy what I've got in store for you!!
Also as a heads up, since Taph was recently revealed to be Agender (and as far as I know use any/all pronouns), I alternated between He/They/She for him! Please leave any hateful comments about this to yourself <3

I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO PUT THIS HERE WHEN I INITIALLY PUBLISHED THIS;
Content/Trigger Warning for a Graphic Panic Attack!!
If you wish to skip this, it starts with
"Once their lagging mind caught up to her current situation,"
and ends at 007n7's POV!

Translations for what Taph says are in the End Notes :3

The muffled sounds of shoes on grass and mud makes little noise among the gathered chaos of sentinels, circling attention and battering the killer in practiced movements. Taph’s frantic breathing fills the air they seem unable to fill their lungs with, calves burning with the effort of a last ditch sprint to escape John Doe. Pattering up the small ramp, he darts past the railed stairs leading up to a long finished generator- instead opting to skid around the corner and slam their back into the wall of the open-ended hall.

Sliding downwards until she was sitting on the pavement, he takes a precious moment to catch his breath. An almost soundless sigh of relief when they calm and re-gather themself. Reaching upwards to tug her hood down she pauses as her hands meet nothing, suddenly realising how naked his head and the small wings on either side feel.
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Once their lagging mind caught up to her current situation, his breathing picked up rapidly. Suddenly, the ragged breaths from before seemed so much more refreshing as they struggled to fill their lungs. Gloved hands now pressed into her marred cheek, the wings sprouting from behind his ears curling inward around their face to hide.

Her vision spun and blurred, breathing quick and erratic as the ringing in his ears suddenly grew louder. Shifting their hands in front of them, she digs her teeth into the fabric of her gloves. Shakily sliding his hand out of its confines, they reach upwards once more and harshly dig her now unsheathed claw-tipped hands into his scalp.

Clenching their eyes shut, she whines into the glove caught between her teeth. Hoping the sting of his claws digging into his scalp will calm the sheer terror coursing through their veins like a catastrophic hurricane. She chokes on a sob as the fangs of despair dig into her throat, using his still gloved hand to tug harshly at a wing fluttering in front of their face. Teeth grinding into the glove still caught between them to a painful degree, one which would make one wonder if their teeth would simply shatter from the force.

Within the whirlwinds of her mind, he simply hopes nobody bothers to check this area. If only to spare them the sight of their mangled face and pitiful display.

- 007n7 POV -

007n7 sighed as Elliot threw one last hateful glance over his shoulder at the ex-hacker. Within the pizza workers grasp the medkit 007n7 had been holding onto, passed off to the healer in hopes it could go to someone more deserving than the scum of the earth. Maybe it would go to Guest 1337, the soldier was definitely better at taking hits and diverting attention- or perhaps Chance? He’d certainly heard their gun backfire earlier, hopefully the sentinel was still alive.

Tail curling anxiously, he turns and pads away from where the chaos resides. Elliot having already vanished behind a wall, heading towards where the splintered ship laid.

Gently raking his claws through the matted and muddied fur on his arms, grumbling under his breath at how difficult it’ll be to scrub clean. Scowling at the scars that lay beneath it, how disgusting he was both inside and out. To think he would ever amount to anything other than a dirty, hacking, hybrid. A drakobloxxer hybrid of all things as well, how vile-

007n7 snapped back to attention as he heard a whining sob come from the odd building up ahead, blinking back down to his arms as he saw blood beginning to trickle from picked at scabs. Letting a breath out through his nose, he settles for untying his jacket from his waist, quickly shuffling it over his shoulders as he approaches the quiet cries.

“Hello? Are you alright..?” The ex-hacker calls into the building(?), frowning when the cries died out only to be replaced by frantic hyperventilating. Creeping forwards, claws lightly tapping against the pavement under foot, 007n7 passes by the wooden railings and the ferns crawling through the cracks of concrete. Stopping right before it turns to the stretching hall, he calls out again.

“Is everything ok? Do you require assistance?” A shuffling of feathers erupts from the other side, as well as a hitch within the panicked breaths. 007n7 grimaces, kneeling next to the wall but not breaching what seems to be a silent plea for privacy.

“I’ll stay over here, alright? What’s wrong?” He croons out gently, trying to soothe someone he can only assume to be Shedletsky or Taph beyond the wall. Although incredibly selfish, he truly hoped it was Taph; the admins, admittedly, spooked him.

“🫵🚶.” Relaxing slightly when the emoji-speak emitted from the other wall, 007n7’s concern redoubled after the relief of it being Taph faded instantly.

“Taph? Did something happen? Were you perhaps caught by John Doe’s spikes.?” He continued prodding at the demolitionist, staying firmly on the opposite side of the wall. Knowing that Taph preferred secrecy and privacy above all else, well, aside from their loyalty to Builderman, that is.

“...🚫🤔😥, 💻❌.” The hybrid sighed, knowing to expect this kind of response. Especially from someone so closely tied to the admins he was sure hated him; but he refused to leave while she was still hyperventilating and shaken by whatever had happened.

“I won’t look, I promise. I stay on my side of the wall and you stay on yours; I just want to help.” He gave the concrete flooring a withering look, as if directing his misgivings to the pavement below would solve it all. Casting a nervous glance over his shoulder as he heard the scuffling of sentinels and their tormentor for the round.

“The others might be coming this way.. Just to uh, give you a heads up..” His brows furrowed as the erratic breaths seemed to hitch and become more panicked, still puzzled on the situation as well as why Taph seemed so distressed.

“..🧢👉❌, 🫥🚫😰😭.” 007n7 paused for a moment, attempting to puzzle together Taph’s response.

“John Doe ripped your hood, and now you can’t cover yourself..?” A choked sob responded from the other side of the wall, causing his frown to deepen. Could Taph’s hood really be that important to him? I mean, the ex-hacker had never seen the other without it up, but he hadn’t expected him to be that dependent on it.

“✔️😢.” He hummed, closing his eyes as he thought. Shuffling his arms before his own breath hiccuped. It’s such an easy solution, really- but does he really want the others to see the disgustingly marred skin of his arms? He doubted they would care, they were more likely to demean him for it. He lets out a sharp breath through his nose before shuffling his jacket back off, slowly offering the article of clothing to Taph beyond the wall. A terrified hitch of breath, a sharp jerk of cloth indicating a flinch from the other.

“I told you, I won’t look. You can cover yourself with my jacket for now, do you know where the rest of your hood may be?”

“❌.. 🤔🫵❓” 007n7 hesitated, before casting another look behind himself

“I’ll leave you be for now, just… Nevermind-” he cuts himself off, placing his jacket on the flooring before raising to his feet. Turning around as his tail flicks behind himself, claws silently clicking against concrete once more as he trods off. He stops at the bottom of the ramp, where the pavement meets earthy pathing, listening as the rustle of feathers and fabric start up.

He lets out a quiet sigh as the hyperventilating starts to slow, wincing when Taph begins to hiccup lightly behind the wall but not turning back around. Picking his feet back up, he continues outwards to leave Taph a moment to herself, hoping to find what shreds may be left of the others iconic article before the round ended.

Notes:

“🫵🚶.” = "Go away."

“...🚫🤔😥, 💻❌.” = "None of your concern, Hacker."

“..🧢👉❌, 🫥🚫😰😭.” = "My hood was destroyed, I can't cover myself anymore."

“✔️😢.” = "Yes."

“❌.. 🤔🫵❓” = "No.. Why do you ask?"

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I hope you all liked this Chapter!!
All edits have been made, ty 0_7n7 for the help!!
Keep your eyes peeled cause there's an intermission and part 2 to this ;3

Chapter 7: Art

Chapter by Anemoia0101

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Notes:

007n7 is most likely gonna be so depressed in this story

Also this drawing is totally not an apology for not posting any chapters in a while..

 

I PROMISE WE’RE WORKING ON IT

Chapter 13

Chapter by Anemoia0101

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Notes:

I have not abandoned this fan fiction!!

 

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