007n7, The Numb Single Parent

by 0_7n7, Anemoia0101, RabiesHaver, www_watson_com

Summary:

007n7 has gone completely numb, but he still has to take care of a child

Let’s see how this goes

 

This is my second fan fiction, so it will suck

Feedback and ideas are appreciated

Chapter 1: Information

-c00lkidd is not in the forsaken universe (not yet anyway)

 

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

 

-007n7 is emotionless, but his instincts still show from time to time

 

-007n7 is trans

 

-007n7 has good hearing and eyesight

 

-007n7 does not care for the survivors anymore

 

-007n7 is so quiet he’s basically mute

 

-007n7 is underweight

 

-007n7 got bigger during and after his pregnancy (he’s 2x bigger than any of the other survivors)

-007n7 can brood (like a bird)

-007n7 will be called (by his children) mom/mama/mother in this story

Chapter 2: The start

Chapter by 0_7n7, Anemoia0101, www_watson_com

Summary:

I love projecting on 007n7 ^^

Updated it!! -0_7n7

 He eventually started going numb, both mentally and physically.

He stopped caring completely. Even when he cut himself, he couldn’t feel the pain anymore. The scars piled and piled

    He stopped eating, stopped trying to talk to his “teammates”, and stopped trying to help them. Why should he help them when they don’t want him around? He didn’t deserve to be around them, Seven didn’t deserve anything.

 

 

  Of course, the survivors took notice of this, which only led to more yelling. More screaming, more hatred he deserved.

 

 

Seven never fought back, there was no point. In the end there would only be more pain.

 

Being numb meant you wouldn’t have to feel anything. No more pain, no more sadness, and no more happiness. When you’re numb you feel nothing.

 

The 007n7 they knew was gone. Now all that's left is a detached and apathetic shell of a man who he once was. A hollowed out corpse that was supposed to keep living. How ironic that must be.

 

He’s the marionette whose strings have been cut off and left to rot.

 

 

   He’s the hollow tree in a forgotten forest that goes unnoticed, slowly fading away into isolation. The one everyone should forget about.

 

 

He’s the one who resembles the silent echo of a forgotten dream, he’s the hollow memory that never got to be.

 

 

He will always be pushed aside, and will never be recognized. No matter how hard he tries. 

 

 

 

 ……

 

 

 

 

But that's okay, because he stopped caring about being acknowledged a long time ago.

 

Chapter 3: Reflection

Chapter by 0_7n7, Anemoia0101, www_watson_com

Summary:

007n7 can’t stand his reflection

Notes:

Props to 0_7n7 for making this chapter!!

THANK YOU,
YOUR MY SAVIOR!!!!

  The man sat at the docks. The one place he could feel something instead of just pain and the numbness. He felt… calm. As calm as he could while feeling like a pile of burning trash. The ripples in the lake made it so he didn’t have to look at himself.

 

He couldn’t look at himself. The husk, the empty dead eyes he couldn't get rid of. Seven could barely handle walking past the reflective frames in the main cabin before almost doubling over in a panic attack. He was so ugly, it was a miracle the others hadn’t killed him just for his face alone.

 

 007n7 knew he wasn’t pretty, he was hideous. Repulsive. Why did he look like this?.. Wait..look?—

 

  In the water lies 007n7’s face. He stared as his eyes widened in horror. His chest spasming, heart pounding, blood rushing as it runs cold. His body refused to move, staying, staring at his deformed image.

 

 

The exploiter shook with so much grief, so much hate for himself. Why did he look like that, why did he decide to burden everyone with his being, much less his face… 

 

 If he could cry, he would. But his eyes dried up so long ago he forgot what it felt like. He didn’t have the right to cry, he did nothing but burden the people that were too kind to tell him how horrid he looked. Thanking them would cause problems, he’ll do it by staying further away from them.

 

 They didn’t deserve to have to witness him more than they should. The feels slowly left 007n7’s body at last, leaving him more empty than he started out. The numbness seeped into his bones, nesting inside his stomach that was a pit of despair. 

 

After what felt like years, the water rippled again and his reflection melted. 007n7 was glad, he wished he could melt too. Into a puddle of nothing, a puddle of hatred, a puddle of his mistakes… a puddle of his blood and insides out on display in hopes they would finally see him.

 

 

Finally see what they have done to him. To see how broken he’s become from the isolation. But he wouldn’t do that to the survivors, they were kind enough to let him be, to yell at him to show that he’s still there, still real enough to BE yelled at. 

 

  After his pity party. He walked back to his cabin to lay on the floor and feel the wood that became his bed against his skin once more.

 

The feeling of being numb filled his body and soul once more after his pathetic pity party. His mind slowed as he tried to remember why he was upset or why he cared enough to be upset.

 

 007n7 looked down at his body and frowned, was he getting bigger?

 

He’ll deal with that later, it’s nothing serious. Just odd.

Notes:

The next chapter will include 007n7 being given the child, which is basically going to be forced parenthood ngl

I’ll try to make the next chapter longer than my first chapter

Chapter 4: Odd

Chapter by 0_7n7, Anemoia0101, www_watson_com

Summary:

007n7 finds something out…

Notes:

0_7n7 here, happy to share this finally honestly! And thank you Anemoia for letting me write somemore ^^

Something was wrong

 So very very wrong.

Lately 007n7 has been getting bigger, which is odd considering he hasn’t eaten in weeks. He knew this wasn’t normal, but he didn’t care much about it.

Weird things happened in this realm all the time, so gaining weight randomly wasn’t too bad.

But besides the weight gain, he’s been feeling sick. Like really sick. He’s been vomiting stomach acid, getting nauseous then passing out, his breast got bigger, he’s been getting constant headaches, and he even missed his period. Honestly, that made him a bit happy, it was agony to have it.

He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew it wasn’t normal. Nothing about this world was normal, but this situation was all wrong. Seven had started to just lay in his cabin, the pain was too much so laying on his mattress, bare and slightly moldy from the water damage his cabin had.

 One of the worst parts about this was the rounds. He was forced to run, run for his life and when he was caught–which surprisingly took a bit more time for him to be killed–and slaughtered, he was yelled at for being too slow and causing the survivors more problems. Seven started to hate himself more, feeling so unloved. More than he has since he got there.

The second worst thing was the weird cravings, he never wanted to eat but the need for food was starting to become too much. When he looked in the mirror he saw himself too big. The need for more food made that worse and his image worse as well.

 

 No one seemed to notice his struggles, or they just didn’t care. Seven cried so much he lost count after trying to figure out which was worse. 

 

Seven sat in his cabin, alone like always—like he deserved. He clawed slightly at his arms, wanting to feel something more than the numbness that seeps into his bones, eating his insides out to make him feel more empty.

 The numbness was soon replaced with pains of hunger, stomach aches, and then the urge to vomit his stomach lining all over the floor. He unfortunately couldn’t hold it back and was soon dry heaving air out of his lungs and stomach.

007n7 still wasn’t eating. He didn’t deserve it and the others weren’t going to give him anything either and stealing would just show that he’s more of a filthy hacker. So eating nothing and possibly losing weight was better than trying—and failing to get food. It would be better for him if he wasn’t so big, he hoped the weight would go away.

 

The weight wasn’t going away. It continued to build and he felt so much worse about himself, more than ever before. He knew no one noticed it or just didn’t care. Seven felt stares on him often and that made it worse, so much worse he hated looking at any part of himself. He always hated looking at his reflection, it scared him to see himself but just looking down and seeing his fat stomach and meaty arms was just as bad.

 He started to claw at his arms until some of the fat would come off. He eventually got his hands on a box cutter from the main cabin—it was Builderman’s, he used it to fix stuff up around the cabins, except 007n7’s. Seven felt bad for taking it but he needed it. He needed to get rid of his skin so he’ll be easier to look at.

 

Was that too much to ask?

 

….

 

Yea. It was. He didn’t deserve to be looked at with anything but disdain and contempt. He was awful and ugly, and he kept getting worse as the days passed.

---

  The days that followed were just as bad. He kept throwing up nothing but stomach acid, making him lightheaded and dizzy. He had gained more weight, cutting his arms and thighs up to try and fix it. And his stomach looked a bit more round.

 

Then it clicked. 007n7 stopped the cutter and stood up shakily, looking down. He then sobbed. He sobbed quietly, shoving his pillow into his mouth to not be heard.

 Seven curled into a ball, sobbing onto the floor as he realized what the hell has been happening to him and he wished it wasn’t true. He didn’t even do anything.

What would the others think? They would think he was a dirty fucking whore. They’d berate him and scream at him for letting this happen, for being so disgusting and awful.

 The hacker kept screaming at himself, hating himself as he knew if the others found out.. he’d be even more hated, be even more of an outcast. Seven sobbed harder at the thoughts that consumed his mind, making him think everything.

 

“How did I let this happen- Why did I-! They’ll hate me even more! What am I supposed to do!” Seven sobbed, talking to himself to try and rationalize everything. He couldn’t think straight, knowing what will happen once the others know.

 007n7 stayed in his cabin, crying into his clawed hands, waiting for the next round so he could just die to whoever was sent to slaughter them. He wanted to feel the warmth leave his body, feel the feeling of dying again since that was all he was good for.

 

   The moment he felt grass underneath him, he knew where he was and that made him sob harder. Seven didn’t want to get up, he spawned in a corner away from everyone else and he was glad. He could just sit here and weep to himself silently and wait for the killer to find him. He didn’t want to do anything. 

He wished this wasn’t happening. He couldn’t be pregnant. Not again, not again. The first time was worse than this.

 He remembered being alone, so very alone and the only person to witness and help with c00lkidd was his exact replica. A cold, emotionless double he summoned because he wasn’t allowed at the hospital. He wasn’t allowed anywhere. Seven was abandoned to carry that burden because he was a pathetic hacker and he deserved to suffer.

 

Laying in the grass was calming in a way, as he waited to die. He hoped it was someone like John Doe or Jason. 1x and Noli took too long and… c00kidd isn’t in rounds anymore. 007n7 watched his baby boy die what felt like months ago.

 He never saw him. His son was never in rounds anymore, c00lkidd was dead. Permanently. And Seven didn’t feel like living anymore but he couldn’t die, the being here didn’t allow him and just wanted him to suffer more. The man always suffered, he wasn’t allowed nor deserved to have relief from his crimes.

That was too good for him. So having him like this—vulnerable, alone, afraid—He was more prone to injury. He didn’t even know how long he’s been pregnant and that was the scary part, he started to hyperventilate on the spot. Clawing into his sides to try and ruin his body more, hoping this would just stop.

 

 

  The next thing he felt was his heart pounding and the sound of last man standing playing out. He didn’t move, he didn’t want to. Seeing Jason bolt straight for him, Seven just stayed still and took it like he’s supposed to.

The others yelled at him once he returned, kneeling down as he dug his claws into the wood. The exploiter couldn’t get up just yet, the pain was still present but soon enough he numbed it out and shakily left to vomit everything up.

 

 He wondered what the new baby would be like… the hope that they were just like c00lkidd made him want to cry again.

Notes:

Ye

Chapter 5: Question (not a chapter)

Chapter by Anemoia0101, www_watson_com

Notes:

Is it bad I’m still using the notes app to write chapter?

Idk, my sister said its weird in some way

I don’t get it tho

Should I add noob and two time in 007n7’s family?

 

Like noob and two time are now 007n7’s children?

 

Idk, maybe they were like against the idea of killing coolkidd and 007n7 forgave them (to an extent)

 

Let me know if I should do it!!

Notes:

Also, I should mention that 007n7 is 2x bigger than any of the survivors.

He used to be the 2nd smallest (noob is the smallest), but during and after his pregnancy he got way bigger.

I might have add to the head cannons later

Let me know if you have any good head cannons!!

Chapter 6: Eating the useful.

Chapter by Anemoia0101, www_watson_com

Summary:

Wassup (its watson this is not my best work for gore but it will do for now)(also im having a surgery soon so yeah!)

The hunger.

The need.

He needs to eat… not for himself but for the baby. He doesn't deserve the nutrition, but the baby does. Not for him…

For the baby…

Yeah

For them.

 

007n7 didn't want to steal any food from the rest of the survivors; they needed it way more than him. So nothing inside the main cabin was allowed. He would have to find something outside.

Not like he minded. He was part drakobloxxer; he could essentially eat anything. That is if he could find anything. He wasn't picky.

 

007n7 has been searching for what seems to be hours. Searching seemed useless at this point. Perhaps stealing would have been the better option.

Pain courses through his body as the hunger consumes his mind. Anything… anything will be good.

 

007n7 continues his search for food once more. Yet hunger is so controlling. The growling from his stomach grows louder and stronger. His arms clutch and press tightly against his rumbling stomach. It's too much to bear. He'll eat anything.

Anything

 

Please

 

007n7 doubles over still clutching his stomach. The feeling of spewing his guts out becomes stronger. Bile rises from the back of his throat as it spills out onto the floor beneath him.

Food.

 

That's all I need.

 

The constant sound of gagging and choking rings out through the dense forest.

Please.

 

Just anything.

 

007n7's eyes start to close. Bodily functions rapidly shut down. The lack of nutrients is finally here to bring him to doom. What a pathetic way to go.

Pathetic

He's pathetic

Even so, he still had to find food for his baby. His baby deserves life. Not him. He can't shut down now. He can't respawn. Can't be seen so pathetically.

He didn’t care about dying out here, since he knew he would respawn, but he didn’t know if the baby would survive, and he was not about to find out.

That's when he saw something scurry just out of his vision right before his eyes wanted to close.

It was a rat.

 

Desperation

 

Hunger

 

Need

 

Seven’s breathing started getting heavier, and his mouth started to water. He really didn’t want to do this, but he needs food.

007n7 adjusted his tired body onto all fours, ready to attack his prey at any moment. The rat stilled for a moment, hearing the slight rustling from nearby.

The small animal made eye contact with the hungry father. As it started to skitter away, 007n7 pounced onto the creature. Capturing it between his sharp claws.

The rat screeched and tried to bite him, to defend itself in any way. But the stronger must reap the spoils.

The flesh calls afterall…

007n7 opened his mouth as he brought the squirming rat up, hanging just above his sharp teeth. With a loud squelch, 007n7 bit down onto the rough flesh of the rat. Blood runs down his chin. It tastes of fresh copper.

The juicy taste of fluids. It's intoxicating.

The delicate shape of the organs littering the rat's dead corpse feel amazing on the tip of his tongue. The edges and grooves of flesh and bone. The skin upon the rat is… so delightful.

007n7 pulls his hand back allowing the rat's intestines and blood to fall upon his face as he chews and swallows everything the rat has to offer.

If anything the rat was just like him. Pathetic. Weak. Vulnerable, but so delicious.

007n7 opens his eyes to get a look at his prey.

The flesh was torn. Blood trickled down any surface it could touch. The remaining organs curled, and bent. Its veins protrude from its fleshy prison.

007n7 feels like a mosquito. Sucking up life at any given moment. Just like his past. It's… it's… so…

 

BEAUTIFUL

 

The sight of the rat. It's calming. It's what he deserves. Maybe instead of the rat it should have been him.

Yet the hunger continues.

 

His other hand reaches up towards the rat's face. His claw pierces the rat's doll-like eye, devoid of emotion. It pops out of the head of the rat with a loud squelch.

He gently places his finger in his mouth closing around it as he pulls back allowing the eyeball to slip onto his tongue. It’s squishy. It easily folds under the pressure of his teeth. Just like himself at the hands of life. The juicyness of the eye runs down his throat. It tastes so good. It feels right.

He swallows the remains of the eye.

The remains fall onto the floor as 007n7 takes a deep breath in. The pain in his stomach eases for a while. He should keep the upper half to eat later. No need to leave the rat to rot. It’s more useful than him.

Thank you

 

007n7 sits next to the rat's leftovers, clutching his stomach with a soft smile. He finally did something useful for someone. Someone special.

 

Someone deserving…

 

His eyes return to the rat. In some way shape or form. Deep down he wishes it was himself.

If his flesh and bones could feed the rest. If his own corpse could be useful. He could finally feel complete.

Notes:

Btw the rat that 007n7 ate was really big, like the size of a cat

Chapter 7: Art

Chapter by Anemoia0101

Notes:

I finished another chapter already, I just need to double check it and get a second opinion.

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Notes:

The rat was suppose to be bigger, but I got lazy

Chapter 8: Somber song

Chapter by Anemoia0101

Notes:

Noob is probably OOC, sorry

Btw the song used in this is called “My Time” by Bo en

Noob didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t hate 007n7, he was just wary of him. The survivors, on the other hand, hated 007n7. He had seen the stares that followed Seven whenever he walked into the cabin. The stares of disgust, disappointment, hatred and distrust.

He (personally) didn’t have any history with him, but from the stories he’s heard from the other survivors he didn’t seem like a good person.

Even the admins didn’t seem to like him! So he should like him either!

 

However, noob couldn’t bring himself to hate the man. He use to look so sad all the time, but now he doesn’t even react anymore!

 

Not since his son died..

 

Even now, noob still feels guilty after what happened. He had heard the other survivors talking about it, but noob didn’t say anything to 007n7.

The guilt was even worse for him since just the day before c00lkidd died Seven had started opening up to him. Noob didn’t even go to comfort him after what happened.

Noob knew Seven wouldn’t blame him (not much anyway) since he hadn’t done anything to c00lkidd during the whole ordeal.

But even then he hadn’t told 007n7 about the survivors plans. Which in itself was a huge betrayal.

 

So, noob decided it was best to not dislike Seven because of his past actions. It was clear he had changed for the better a long time ago. And he had already faced the consequences of his actions.

 

That being the case, noob needs to apologize to him. No matter how scared he is.

..

….

……

……..

007n7 was staring up at the ceiling, reflecting. He didn’t mean to eat the rat, but needed the food for his baby. He didn’t feel sad, but he didn’t feel happy.

He only felt indifferent..

…

007n7 was just about to close his eyes when he heard quiet knocking and noobs voice from the other side of the door.

He was confused since he hadn’t spoken to noob since the incident, but he still decide to get up and open the door.

The moment he opened the door he was met with apologies. Seven didn’t know why he was apologizing since noob had done nothing wrong.

It was true that he had felt betrayed when noob didn’t tell him about the survivors plans, but he eventually got over it.

Noob shouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of others.
Besides, he was still really young, not to mention his lack of confidence and wariness towards him.

So it made sense why noob didn’t tell him what the survivors were going to do.

Nonetheless, he still had to comfort noob (to the best of his ability) who was now bawling their eyes out in his cabin.

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you!” They cried into 007n7’s fur

“It’s okay,”he said, his voice monotone, “It wasn’t your fault.”

 

Noob just started sobbing harder, and Seven didn’t know what to do. That was until he was reminded how c00lkidd use to cry in his arms, and how he sung him to sleep.

 

Maybe that would help to calm noob down.

 

So, he sat down on the beanbag (bringing noob down with him) and started to sing.

…

Close your eyes you’ll be here soon

Ichi ni sanshi go fun (Once in a while, I really want to sleep)

Tokidoki hontō ni netai (I really want to sleep)

Demo kono wādo dekinai (but I can’t say this word)

O (Go)
ya (od)
su (ni)
mi (ght)

O (Go)
ya (od)
su (ni)
mi (ght)

O (Go)
ya (od)
su (ni)
mi (ght)

Oyasumi, oyasum (Goodnight, goodnight)

Close your eyes and you’ll leave this dream

Oyasumi, Oyasumi (Goodnight, goodnight)

I knows that it’s hard to do

Days go by

Shōganai (I can’t be helped)

Moments pass
Shattered glass
Hands of time

Where’s that chime?
In my head

I’ll just, I’ll just, I’ll just-

Hands
Of time will wring my neck

Every little moment spells regret

But I don’t have to feel this way
As a voice inside my head

O (Go)
ya (od)
su (ni)
mi (ght)

O (Go)
ya (od)
su (ni)
mi (ght)

O (Go)
ya (od)
su (ni)
mi (ght)

Oyasumi, oyasumi (Goodnight, goodnight)

Close your eyes and you’ll leave this dream

Oyasmui, oyasumi (Goodnight, goodnight)

I knows thats it’s hard to do

 

Oyasumi (Goodnight)
Close your eyes and you’ll leave this dream

Oyasumi, oyasumi (Goodnight, goodnight)

I know thats it’s hard to do

…

 

Noob fell asleep in 007n7 chest fur, all the stress gone.

Seven felt a slight bit of warmth in his chest, but besides that he didn’t feel anything.

Thats when the tiredness started to seep in, and his vision started to fade.

 

He accepted it with open arms.

 

When he died permanently, he wanted death to be just like this, a blank void.

 

 

Then he could finally be at peace.

 

 

But for now, he has to stick around a while longer, for his child.

Notes:

I was originally going to put a few different songs (the lyrics are tweaked slightly) like:

The Poor Blue Rabbit (by Kikuo):

I’m a sad pathetic father.

Here is my territory.

If someone ever takes you from me,

I’d rather eat you!

 

Son, we’ll be together forever.
(Haha~)

You died in red

This is the story of a sad pathetic father

 

…
The Good Child and The Fox Spirit (by Kikuo):

Good child, good child, you’re a very good child
Go to sleep forever like the good child you are

I’ll give you good dreams forever and ever
I’ll always be with you up until you die

Good child, good child, you’re a very good child
Keep listening to me like the good child you are

Love you! I love you
I love, love, love you! I love when you’re a good child

We’re friends! Yip yip, yip yip

We’re a very lonely, lonely family

You can keep living on my back

Keep on being merry right up until you die

We’re friends! Yip yip, yip yip

We’re a very miserable, miserable family

…
Don’t look at me that way (by Kikuo):

Don’t look at me with those eyes, my son

Or I’ll be embarrassed about dying (my son)

My milky, white cheeks have blown away like popcorn

Don’t look at me with those eyes, my friend

Or I’ll be ashamed about dying

Chapter 9: Discord (Not a chapter)

Chapter by Anemoia0101

Notes:

A little announcement

https://discord.gg/GKsd4AYgdk

 

This server is for writers and readers, please follow all the rules listed in the server (I sound like a robot-)

 

Anyways!- I am a mod on the server (I’ve never been a mod before-) so feel free to ask questions on there (I will answer to the best of my ability)

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Notes:

Sorry for not feeding you more Motherly 007n7

 

But do not fret my children (that kinda sounds cheesy), I have not abandoned it, and I will get back to you on it a soon as I can