Being Red Is Hard, But Your Disappointment Was Harder.

by Miscellaneous_Archives

Summary:

C00lkidd already had a difficult time in life. It only got tougher after finding his Dad's C00lgui.

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Just a short story I made since I've always seen 007n7 as a sort of bad parent. Wanted to explore the characters a little, yet keep somewhat close to canon.

Notes:

Do not expect timely updates, I write when I want to.
Comments are appreciated and I love to hear what you have to say, even if it's hate.

Chapter 1: I Need You, Where Did You Go? Please Come Back...

-FORSAKEN- C00lkidd

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From the second he came to be, he knew he was different. C00lkidd knew something was wrong with him, from the attributes of a devil down to the skin condition he was born with. 

 

He was strange.

 

Unnatural.

 

An abominational freak . 

 

His father told him that he showed up one day, wrapped in nothing but a blanket at the man's doorstep. C00lkidd always felt…bad. 007n7 took him in, loved and cherished him, but C00lkidd still felt like a monster.

 

The feeling only expanded when he found the C00lgui in his father's closet. 

 

He burned it to the ground.

 

Hurt the relationship between his dad and Mr. Elliot.

 

He cried for days, said it was an accident. Dad had been so disappointed, C00lkidd could see it in his eyes despite his father never saying a word.

 

C00lkidd’s own bed became a sanctuary of sorts, keeping to himself when his Dad was at home. He never left unless it was to use the bathroom or to grab a small snack.

 

He couldn't bear to look his own Dad in the eyes; the man was too tired anyway to notice his son’s dilemma.

 

When he felt scared, he'd hide in his closet. When he felt sad? He'd cry quietly in the confines of his room. 

 

He was a mistake.

 

School was the most troubling thing, however. Getting enrolled at 7 years of age, being bullied was inevitable. The teachers did nothing; in fact, they encouraged it. Called him ‘the devils spawn’.

 

C00lkidd sobbed that night; his first day of school left him with bruises on his body. He didn't make a single friend; no one wanted to be near a freak like him.

 

The days didn't get any better. They got worse. 

 

007n7 was barely around, working three jobs did that to someone.

 

So, C00lkidd kept to himself. He taught himself many things. How to open the canned goods when he felt hungry, to properly wash dishes by observing his dad when he was home, to use the washer and dryer, to bathe without help, and to go to bed all by himself.

 

It was tough, at first, to adjust without his Dad’s help. But he pulled through, so good his father had more free time when he was home. 

 

But…it wasn't spent with C00lkidd.

 

C00lkidd was always in his room when it happened; his father had been bringing home strangers recently.

 

Two women and two children.

 

His father never told him who they were, but they would stay for hours and hours…so long in fact that C00lkidd had to sneak out of his own room just to use the bathroom.  

 

With his room upstairs and only just across the hall, it was easy. The noise, however? It was not so easy.  

 

He wanted to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to bother his Dad and the company downstairs. After all, he'd never been invited before, so why would he now?

 

As of now, he was creeping downstairs. 007n7 had the strangers over again, and C00lkidd couldn't hold his hunger anymore. 

 

Quietly traversing down the steps, he could hear voices. The talking of the adults. The laughing of kids.

 

He felt…jealous? 

 

C00lkidd didn't deserve to be jealous; he had committed arson after all, and hurt those around him without meaning to.

 

At the bottom of the stairs, he paused. What if they ignored him? Even worse, what if they acknowledged him?

 

The want, no, the need to be seen ate at his chest, but C00lkidd knew his father was still angry for what he had done.

 

The quiet pitter-patter of his soles was the only noise that was heard besides the chatter in the living room. Even as he sneakily passed the entrance of the living room, he couldn't help the wave of guilt and longing sitting in his chest. 

 

And then he saw it.

 

The children belong to his father’s guests.

 

One was an obnoxious pink, a tutu around her waist accompanied by a white blouse with a massive bow wrapped around her waist. A crown was laid upon her head as if she were a princess. 

 

The other was…a teen? Or looked like one in C00lkidd’s eyes. The other was a pretty light blue, but a somewhat creepy smile. A hoodie and a pair of sweatpants adorned the teen, along with a pair of headphones wrapped around the neck.

 

Even as C00lkidd entered the kitchen, the others none the wiser to his presence in the first place, he couldn't help the burst of tears escaping from his eyes. 

 

Was his father replacing him? Has his father finally gotten tired of red? Finding pink and blue a better match of colors?

 

C00lkidd didn't know. And he didn't want to know the answer either.

 

Soft tears dripped from his cheeks, down his neck, and soaking into his shirt. Quiet gasps escaped his lips, greedily sucking in the air that had left his lungs at some point. It almost felt like he couldn't breathe, yet he could feel the oxygen entering and exiting his body.

 

C00lkidd sniffled, wiping his face to the best of his abilities. With his tail wrapped around his leg and hands covered in remnants of tears, he slid down to the floor. His knees were too shaky. He felt like he was dying, but he knew he wasn't.

 

Oxygen felt like a dream, something so close, and yet, he couldn't reach it. Tiny clawed hands grasped his chest, his vision darkening.

 

C00lkidd's throat was on fire, a smell of something wretched flooded his already clouded senses.

 

He was so hungry .

 

He was so so tired .

 

His dad wouldn't get mad if he just took a nap? 

 

Yeah…

 

A nap sounded great right about now…

 

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Chapter 2: Sometimes You Just Need To Talk It Out

Summary:

007n7 and C00lkidd have a little chat.

Soft…so soft…C00lkidd thought he was floating on a cloud. He felt warm, almost as if he was being embraced in his dads arms.

 

“He’s–....up! Bud?....Kidd–”

 

C00lkidd knew he wasn't, why would 007n7 hug him after what he did?

 

“Kid–...ey….wake..?...Ple–”

 

The voice was loud in his ear, couldn't sleep he in peace for once? Actually, this might be one of the best sleeps he's ever gotten in a while!

 

“C00l–.....wake….please….I–...sorry! Just–”

 

He always got nightmares about playing tag with Dad, Mr. Elliot, and random strangers. Sometimes they'd be innocent, running around in pretty fields chasing one another; blood stained his hands, their screams of pain echoed in his ears.

 

“...Son….wake–...”

 

YOU MURDERED HIM! YOUR OWN FATHER! HE JUST WANTED A HUG-

 

His body shuddered, bad C00lkidd bad! You would never hurt your dad, such silly terrifying nightmares aren't even real in the first place!

 

“...plea–...”

 

He inhaled deeply, he needed to stop thinking. A steaming shower always helped clear his thoughts. 

 

He liked it when it burned. Hands numbing under the scolding water, body screaming at him to move away from the pain. He couldn't help it, he had such easy access to rid himself of the bad thoughts in his head.

 

It was ironic, not that he knew what that meant.

 

He tried cutting once, it was too painful and noticeable, even with his red skin.

 

Stirring from his ‘nap’, his eyes squinted open despite the assault of the beaming light overhead. Geeze, he didn't remember falling asleep in…dads room-? Wait!

 

C00lkidd sprung up, eyes darting around the room. His dad sat crouched by his side, face full of panic and concern.

 

“Kidd?” 007n7’s voice quivered, “Oh thank the admins…are you ok? Do you feel dizzy? Speak to me son!”

 

C00lkidd stared into his fathers deep browns, breath picking up in pace. “Dad…? W-what am I doing in your room…?”

 

The elder let out a small sigh of relief at C00lkidd’s words, “I found you in the kitchen…covered in your own vomit.” A hand rested on his back, “Buddy…can you tell me what happened…?”

 

C00lkidd stiffened, this was the first time his dad had engaged in physical contact since the burning of Mr. Elliot's workplace. 

 

“I…” he began, bottom lip trembling, “...I was hungry…so… I went to get something to eat…but I-, uhm, got dizzy or something? I don't know…”

 

He tried to explain it the best he could -without mentioning the fact that he was sobbing his eyes out over something so simple as guests. 

 

But with the concern spreading over his fathers eyes, he knew there was something 007n7 knew that he didn't.

 

“Kidd,” 007n7 removed his hand from C00lkidd's back, instead, holding both of his son's tiny red hands. “...I'm…I'm sorry…”

 

C00lkidd stared up in shock, “...huh? Dad? Why are you sorry..? I-I'm the one who made a mess! I promise I'll be a good boy and clean it all up!”

 

His father only looked more guilty, “No…no…Kidd, you are malnourished. That means you aren't eating as much as you should. I-I should have done better- your ribs are practically showing!”

 

C00lkidd furrowed his brows. His dad? Blaming himself?  No. This was his own fault. He burned down the pizza place no matter how many times he claimed it was an accident, no one believed him, he deserved to be ignored and neglected by his father. It was all his fault really! Why was his dad saying these things??

 

“Dad…I-I'm sorry…” The water works he fought so hard to keep contained in the presence of his father broke, “I-It's my fault! I burned it! A-and you were so busy…I didn't wanna bother you!I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't hate me! Please don't leave me!”

 

The weeks worth of guilt, anguish, and pain spilled. 007n7 could only stare stunned at his own child’s words.

 

“C00lkidd…” 007n7 gripped the red boy’s hands tightly, “It's my fault…leaving the C00lgui somewhere where you could find it. It's my fault I ignored you, I- I didn't want you to be like me. I don't want you to be a hacker, son. Seeing you with my old panel…” he trailed off, “I don't ever want you near that thing again, understand?”

 

C00lkidd nodded his head rapidly, that C00lgui thingy hurt people if not used correctly. “Yes dad…I promise! I'll never touch it ever again!”

 

007n7 smiled, “Good boy,” he ruffled C00lkidd's hair, “Now.” His face turned stern, “If you ever need anything son, you can always ask…I love you and just because I'm upset or busy doesn't mean you can avoid me.” 

 

He leaned forward, embracing his son. 

 

“I will always love you, even if it doesn't seem like it at times. You can always count on me to help you.” He pulled away, a soft smile resting on his lips, “Is there anything you want to tell me? I know it's been a while since we had some father-son bonding time…”

 

C00lkidd thought it over for a second. He never actually told his dad about the bullying at school, that he had been doing a good amount of chores around the house, and his little burning sessions in the shower.

 

Pulling his knees to his chest, C00lkidd looked his dad in the eyes. 

 

“...promise you won't get mad…?”

 

Notes:

Started this yesterday, finished before my first class started.

007n7 is the type of dad to accidentally neglect his kid at times honestly. First time parents don't always know everything.

Takin some of my own experiences and mixing them in with a child who doesn't understand completely why his dad is so distant. C00lkidd just thinks his dad is angry at him for the Pizza Place Incident.

Chapter 3: Love And Concern Go Hand In Hand

Turns out, telling your dad that you had been getting bullied and burning yourself in the shower was not a good idea. 

 

Yes, 007n7 might've overreacted in C00lkidd's opinion. And sure, calling the principal and screaming into the phone was a bit much…but it said a lot about how much his dad cared for him.

 

Apparently, calling someone ‘devils spawn’ was extremely bad. Especially since they used it to make fun of his skin condition. 007n7 told him it was bad that the teachers joined in on it, that they could lose their license!

 

They threw spitballs at him. C00lkidd hated when they did that, even more so when the teacher purposefully sent him to sit with the worst offenders.

 

In the end, his dad said he didn't have to go to school for a long time, but had to continue his studies at a friend's house.

 

That worried C00lkidd; he hadn't known his dad had friends out of work, much less a teacher friend.

 

Maybe this would be good for him? 

 

A chance to keep learning to make his dad proud, but not get bruises in the process! Yeah, he likes that…

 

Except for one small problem.

 

Burning yourself was something called ‘self-harm’, and his dad was crying when he told him.

 

007n7 told him that he had to see a ‘therapist’ to get ‘better’. He didn't really believe that at all since the last therapist who was in his school told him to suck it up when he cried from the bullying. The only person who gave a crap about him was the nurse, and she was just doing her job.

 

Another thing was that therapy was expensive! They could barely afford most necessities with 007n7’s three jobs, how could they even begin to afford this ‘therapy’? 

 

C00lkidd didn't know. Maybe he could find a job? Oh! Do work around the neighborhood! That friend of his dad should have something for him to do, maybe even pay him ten dollars for it! 

 

Let's see…if he did a job for ten people, got paid ten dollars per person…he’d have one hundred dollars to give to his dad! That was so much money that it had to cover his therapy and then some!

 

With a plan set in stone, C00lkidd smiled to himself. He would work hard just like his dad!

 

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007n7 sat in his dinky room, eyes hollow with dry, tear marks staining his face. 

 

His boy.

 

His precious little boy was hurting himself.

 

He needed to find an affordable, yet efficient, therapist for his son.

 

He screamed into the phone, those fuckers were allowing his boy to be hurt! All because he was red? What kind of messed-up shit goes on at this school that he didn't know about…was this how 118o8 felt when she pulled Bluudud out of school for the same problems?

 

007n7 felt stupid. Why hadn't he seen it sooner? Why hadn't he checked his own son's well-being, knowing there were assholes out there?

 

Because school was supposed to be a safe place for children. For his son.

 

Fuck…

 

Plucking his glasses from his face, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Money was tight, he was exhausted. He should pick up another job; maybe Elliot would be willing to give him another chance? That damned pizza place was understaffed…Elliot would understand, right? C00lkidd needed help, and 007n7 would do anything for his son.

 

He would never go back to hacking. Noli was already searching for him, and he couldn't risk a visit from the admins or risk C00lkidd's life for his destructive tendencies.

 

The C00lgui was something that was never supposed to be found, and yet, his innocent child not only ‘played’ with it, but burned down Builder Brother’s Pizza Place.

 

Elliot lashed out at him before running inside the burning building to save his coworkers. 007n7 stared as the man brought out people one by one, fire licking his body. By the time firetrucks arrived, 007n7 was watching from a distance with his son in his arms as Elliot was pulled from the building unconscious. Third-degree burns littered the other's body. The last time 007n7 saw him, Elliot had built his life back up from the ashes .

 

But everything was normal now.

 

He knew it wasn’t.  He saw the inhaler in Elliot's hands when out of breath, he saw how often the man wore long-sleeved shirts to hide the burn scars, and the innocent pill bottle of anti-depressants Elliot popped during his lunch breaks .

 

No. Stop thinking. Your son is fine, Elliot is fine, everything is fine.

 

What about this is fine? Your son is an arsonist!

 

No, he isn't! He-he was confused! He didn't know what the C00lgui could do! Think about it, would our little angel ever do something like that?

 

Well, logically, passing down my destructive tendencies is genetically impossible since he's adopted, but that doesn't mean C00lkidd couldn't still be there on the behavior spectrum!

 

Behavior spectrum?! C00lkidd has never done anything bad! Did you see his limp body? When we discovered him in the kitchen? He was covered in vomit! Fucking Vomit!

 

That-

 

Your- no, I'm a terrible parent. Who even blames their thoughts like that? 

 

You do.

 

007n7 ran a hand through his hair. God, he couldn't even trust his own thoughts now, could he?

 

Shit…

 

With a sigh, he stood. Picking his phone up from his nightstand, he dialed a familiar number. Time to cash in some favors.

 

Notes:

Started last night, finished after school.
One of these days I need to add a small chapter, or note, listening all my personal views on the relationship of C00lkidd and 007n7.
Thank you to ZeitheAirhead for leaving such an amazing comment! I love being able to expand upon/explain my thought process with people. Especially since the point I was trying to get across was seen the same way I do.
Tomorrow will either be a gingerbrave day or a C00lkidd day, maybe both, since my school is forcing us to sit and do nothing for an hour.

Edit: When I answer comments, I usually do it with my brightness down and in between classes. If there are ever any spelling errors, I apologize.

Chapter 4: New Faces, New Fears

C00lkidd thought being pulled out of school would mean life would get easier. He was wrong.

 

His dad had decided to set him up with a friend, or in C00lkidd's case, a stranger. The woman was supposedly going to teach him and her own son at the same time.

 

He really hoped the lady's son was nice; he didn't want to make dad have to find another solution to his schooling.

 

007n7 made him dress nicely that morning. A red sweater with red shorts, his favorite color! But getting dressed meant going somewhere. And going somewhere meant…people.

 

So, here he sat in his dad’s car, on the way to who knows where. Buckled up in his little booster seat, he kicked his legs while staring out the window. 

 

When the car came to a stop in front of a home, C00lkidd knew he was screwed. 

 

Unbuckling, he played with the end of his sleeves. He really didn't want to meet someone new, much less a kid who might be mean. 

 

Exiting the car, his tyke shoes padded on the driveway. His dad left the driver's seat, holding out his hand for C00lkidd to take.

 

“It's gonna be ok bud, she's really nice, I promise.” 007n7 smiled, trying to reassure his son.

 

C00lkidd nodded slightly, but in reality, he didn't care about the lady. He wanted to know if the lady's son was mean or not!

 

Stepping up to the door, 007n7 rang the doorbell. A tall, blonde lady with an ice cream cone on her head opened the door. 

 

There was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds before his dad spoke.

 

“118o8…I know this is sudden-” 

 

“Sudden? I'm just now finding out you had a kid! I coulda been an Auntie, Seven! What's his name? How old is he-”

 

The woman, now dubbed 118o8, stared directly at him.

 

“Oh my god. He has…?”

 

007n7 nodded, “A skin condition, yes. It's why I asked if you still had Bluudud’s old teaching books…my son was- sorry, do you mind if we take this inside?”

 

118o8 stepped aside, “Of course! Of course, what's the little guy’s name?”

 

C00lkidd kept close to his dad, warily eyeing 118o8. 

 

007n7 led him over to a couch, “His name’s C00lkidd.”

 

C00lkidd sat beside his dad, leaning into the older’s side. 118o8 sat across from them, smiling softly. 

 

But C00lkidd knew she wasn't who she said she was! What kinda person wore food on- never mind. His dad did, and he loved his dad.

 

So, he stayed by his dad while 118o8 asked question after question. 007n7 answered them all, which was a score in C00lkidd's book.

 

His mind wandered off, where  was the son his dad talked about? What color was he if he also had a skin condition? What-

 

“C00lkidd? Would you do me a quick favor?”

 

He looked up, the cone woman had spoken to him. What could she possibly want from him?

 

He fiddled with the edges of his sleeves, “...uhm…yeah…what-what is it..?” He said with a meek voice.

 

118o8 smiled softly at the younger, “Would you be the best nephew in the world and fetch my son? His name is Bluudud, he's just at the end of the hall!”

 

C00lkidd gulped. 

 

They shoved him to the ground, kicking his stomach until he vomited. He cried until the teacher sent him to the ‘bad’ corner that no one else but him went into. Life was so unfair…

 

Her…son? The one person he was probably more scared of than her? Why on earth would he-

 

“Go on buddy,” 007n7 encouraged, “Might as well meet him now.”

 

He would for his dad. The only person in the world, other than Mr. Elliot and the nice candy man, who could make him do something.

 

Before getting blacklisted from the yummy pizza place, Mr. Elliot would bribe C00lkidd with breadsticks to tell him about what his younger sister, Mia, did at school that day. C00lkidd liked that girl; she was his first friend. She was in a different class, but she was nice compared to the other students. It was even better in his opinion since she was related to Mr. Elliot .

 

He silently slipped off the couch, shoes tapping against the wood floor as he went where instructed. 

 

Mr. Lolli, also known as the candy man, was nice. He wore a silly mask, too! His skin was black, but no one teased him like the kids at school did to C00lkidd. The man would stand around near the fences, but just beyond so teachers couldn't see him. He wanted to be just like Mr. Lolli when he grew up! Mr. Lolli said he wasn't allowed to tell his dad about their secret meetings. It was so top secret not even Mr. Elliot could know!

 

A light shined from under the door, stickers and signs littered the exterior. Ranging from ‘GET OUT’ to naughty words C00lkidd isn't allowed to say yet. He heard yelling and cheering from inside, strings of curses being screamed. 

 

He was…scared. 

 

What if the guy was a jerk? What was he supposed to do then?

 

But what if he's nice?

 

With that final thought, he knocked three times on the door. When there was no answer, he knocked three times again, this time as loud as possible. Still no answer.

 

He banged on the door.

 

No answer, but there were swear words being spoken.

 

C00lkidd took a deep breath, slowly turning the knob.

Notes:

Started during an event at school, finished on the car ride to my Mother's home.

Got this done after finishing my Gingerbrave chapter.
Might be a chapter tomorrow, might not. My mother wishes to take my sibling and me to an arcade, so the car ride up and back will give me time to type.
Additionally, I was going to continue this chapter, but decided I would like a Bluudud and C00lkidd-centric chapter.
And to the random dude who offered me a fist bump today, if you even see this, I am sorry. I do not do fist bumps with strangers.

Now pulling the stick out of my ass, HII GUYS! So glad to post another chapter! Sorry for any spelling errors, I've been typing on my phone for like, the past two chapters. I am gonna try to join a club at my school to learn guitar, very excited...! But that means chapters will be posted later, even though I said don't expect timely updates I, have somehow, had timely updates.

Chapter 5: Why So Blue? Why so Red? Who Knows...

 

Creaking the door open slowly, C00lkidd peeked his head inside. 

 

The room was adorned with LED lights, all flashing the color blue. Posters covered the walls, figures adorning shelves, and plushes were aligned on a bed.

 

Stepping forward into the room, he found the person he was supposed to be searching for. Bluudud. 

 

He could already imagine trying to get the other boy’s attention, the teen laughing and mocking his red skin.

 

The teen was focused on a computer, a controller in his hand, with his fingers rapidly moving. Another monitor displayed words swiftly moving at a quick rate. He couldn't make out what was being said, but there were words repeated that made it easier. ‘Behind’ and ‘Kid’ being the most common.

 

His dad couldn't afford many games, so he stuck to a small Game Boy his dad managed to scrounge up for. He felt bad, but he always let his dad play whenever he wanted in return!

 

Huh.

 

Blue was his favorite flavor. Mr. Lolli always had those yummy suckers for him. When will he see Mr. Lolli again now that he doesn't have school? Oh! Maybe he could come over someday when his dad’s working!

 

C00lkidd quietly closed the door behind him, a soft clink resonating along with Bluudud’s loud cursing. Nervously walking to the blue boy in the gaming chair, he could make out what-

 

No . 

 

No. Nononono-!

 

This- this was-... this was the kid who was at his dad's home that night. 

 

That means…118o8 was the weird woman he saw by his dad. 

 

Did that mean the other adult and pink person were here too? Was his dad gonna make him meet more people…?

 

Stop. You have a job to do.

 

Just get in, and get out…in and out, just like that! It'll be fine!

 

The older was wearing the exact hoodie and sweat pants the day C00lkidd saw him, and the pair of headphones he had were on his head rather than his neck. 

 

Oh, so that's why he didn't answer the door.

 

Softly inhaling, he outstretched his hand, tapping the other’s shoulder lightly. 

 

The teen practically jumped out of his chair, ripping off his headphones.

 

Bluudud turned his head, glaring, “MOM-!” He paused, “You're not my…who the fuck are you?!”

 

C00lkidd flinched, “I-I…M-miss 118o8 wanted…me to-..tell you…”

 

He fucked it up before he even began by stuttering. He couldn't help it! He got nervous…

 

Bluudud groaned, “Damn pipsqueak! Don't gotta stutter all the fucking time! You can tell my mom to fuck off cause I'm streaming! Got four thousand people watchin’ and you’re interrupting!”

 

He winced . Why  would he disrespect his own mother like that? Who would do such a thing? 

 

Hypocrite.

 

Stop it.

 

C00lkidd looked down at his shoes, picking at the ends of his sleeves. “I-I'm sorry…uh, Bluudud…”

 

The older scoffed, turning his attention back to the monitors. “Just get outta here pipsqueak.”

 

His anger shifted; he wasn't a pipsqueak! 

 

C00lkidd nodded despite the other not looking, quietly stepping away. He opened the door, but just before he left, “My...my name's C00lkidd…not- not pipsqueak…a-and you shouldn't be mean to your mom…”

 

Bluudud froze, slowly turning his head toward C00lkidd. 

 

“The fuck you say to me pipsqueak.”

 

C00lkidd’s breath hitched, “Y-you shouldn't be mean to your mom!”

 

Bluudud stood up from his gaming chair, menacingly towering over C00lkidd. 

 

“And why shouldn't I, pipsqueak?”

 

C00lkidd gulped, “W-well…she loves you…and takes care of you…” he thought of all the things 007n7 did for him, “Works hard to keep a roof under your head…cleans up after you…and-and you don't even appreciate it!”

 

Bluudud slammed the door closed from where C00lkidd had opened it, leaving the younger trapped against the door.

 

“Appreciate it? Of course I appreciate it! It's just my dumbass mom keeps being these-these guys home without tellin’ me! You're probably one of the little side piece’s kids, aren't you?”

 

C00lkidd frowned. His dad wasn't dating 118o8, right?

 

“My dad isn't a-a-side whatever! He's the bestest dad alive! You-you were at my house like…” he used his fingers to count before proudly showing them up, “two days ago!”

 

Bluudud choked on his spit, “WHAT! No way you're that geeks kid! You look nothing alike!”

 

C00lkidd pouted, “Oh yeah? Look at you, then at Miss 118o8!” 

 

The blue teen snarled, raising a fist. “Ya wanna say that again pipsqueak?”

 

HE’S GONNA HIT- HIDE! RUN!

 

C00lkidd put his arms up in defense, covering his head as he crouched down.

 

“Shit, wasn't gonna hit you kid!”

 

Oh. 

 

Now C00lkidd felt dumb. 

 

He stood back up, “S-sorry…dad says it's a T-tra- trana? Truma? I don't know…something bad happened now it won't leave my brain!”

 

Bluudud’s eyes brows furrowed, “...a traumatic experience…”

 

His eyes lit up, “Yeah! That! Dad said it will go away eventually, but I don't think it will!”

 

He didn't get a response, only a quiet hum of acknowledgement. 

 

C00lkidd fumbled with his sweater sleeves, “...uh…d-do you like to play games…?”

 

Bluudud snorted, “You wanna check out my set up little dude?”

 

He tilted his head, “Set up? Like, games n’ stuff?”

 

The teen nodded, “Yeah little dude, come take a look. M’Streaming right now, but I'm sure the duds won't mind.”

 

C00lkidd didn't ask who or what a dud was referring to if not Bluudud himself, but he didn't ask. The older sat back down in his gaming chair, C00lkidd standing beside him like a lost toddler.

 

Mr. Lolli would play games with him sometimes, but they were strange, though. His favorite was Simon says! But all the questions weren't physical motions; they were questions about his dad.

 

Bluudud began talking into his headset, but C00lkidd wasn't really paying attention. What caught his eye was the game the boy was playing.

 

Now that he thought about it, most of the things they did ended up in Mr. Lolli asking about his dad…GASP! What if Mr. Lolli has a secret crush on his papa!? He could set them up, and then his dad wouldn't have to work so much with another pair of hands in the house!

 

It was some sort of gun game, though he couldn't quite figure out what it wa- 

 

C00lkidd yelped as he was suddenly lifted from the ground into Bluudud’s lap. 

 

“Sorry little guy, the duds wanted to get a closer look!” The teen apologized, but it lacked meaning in C00lkidd's brain as he was too preoccupied with the game’s visuals.

 

“S’okay…uh…what is this?” The little red boy pointed at the monitor.

 

Bluudud snorted, “You don't know GTA? Well, little dude, it's a mature game that someone like you can't play! How old are you anyway?”

 

C00lkidd smiled, “I'm ten!” He proudly stated.

 

Bluudud only looked at him like he was insane.

 

“The fuck happened to you little dude…” the older whispered under his breath, though C00lkidd didn't quite know what he meant.

 

Was there something wrong with him?

 

Notes:

Started yesterday, finished this morning.

Another chapter, very nice! Spoiled you and the Gingerbrave fanfic readers today with over 1,000 words...
Had fun at the arcade, won myself a cool liquor set and a flask even though I don't drink (I got it cause it was funny). 13,000 tickets well spent if I do say so myself!
Besides the grueling car ride and my mother's yucky boyfriend, I'd say I had quite the productive day.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Chapter 6: Real update!?! Not click bait?!

Ok! Real update this time!

Don't worry guys, I am fine! Turns out my gallbladder isn't doing its job in digesting my food, leaving it to sit, and or, causing me to vomit it. My stomach is eating itself with the acids, thinning the lining of my stomach. Additionally, I've somehow gotten a bladder infection...on top of dehydration. I've been to the hospital twice, yesterday was just the major visit. It's been almost a month since I've been back to school and (hopefully) I am going into homeschooling soon.

My parents think my gallbladder will need to be removed, my dad especially since he's had the same thing with the same symptoms.

I will not abandon this fic, it'll just take longer than I thought...will keep you all updated!

...ao3....how could you...?
(Nah, I've had this happen to me before when I posted transformer stuff a year ago, fainted and slammed my head into pure concrete at school 💀 luckily didn't bash my head open)

Notes:

On a side note: I did make a small Knight Cookie fic before this got bad. I adore that man... might post it idk. Also, epic fans out there...ACKCKCKCK JORGE RELEASED MERCHHH