Chapter 1: Mocking my once loving child.
Notes:
WARNING :
- Vulgar Language.
- Possibly Horrendous Writing.
- Implied PizzaBurger.
- Mischaracterization.
- Headcanons.
- My Attempts of Noli's Distorted Voice.
- 1k words per chapter unless the plot's long enough
- Elliot being in denial of PizzaBurger ending.YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED...
[Chapter 1 : Finished!!]
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The familiar music of those dreadful beats, indicating Last Man Standing, it wasn't really a unique LMS, the Killer is just Noli, who recently keeps leaving 007n7 for last man. It's either trying to communicate or targeting the upset father for their own vengeful self. Oh the countless times that Noli had left him for Last Man' was... concerning.
Hurried footsteps mixed with his panting filled 007n7's ears, it's not like he could negotiate with Noli to avoid being murdered, as if he could even do that. 007n7 turned a corner, not releasing a clone, not yet, he overused that tactic way too many times, it's obvious. With his health already depleted to 27%, he snatched a medkit as he ran, snatched a medkit from Elliot's dead body.
S0rry!
It felt like it has gone forever since Last Man Standing had started, fortunately, 007n7 had tricked Noli with one of his clones, hopefully it was actually Noli since 007n7 did find out through Noob that Noli's clones were more advanced than his own, probably stole his code back in the day and renewed and updated it for themselves. Typical. Greedy.
007n7 sat down, back still held by a stone wall as he used the medkit. The times that he used to heal c00lkidd's wounds whenever they were bullied for having features that are usually a demon's features. Distorted noises came from a generator. Oh fuck. 007n7's eyes widened as he scrambled to get up, "Fuck- Fuck- Fuck." He muttered, slightly pissed at himself since he didn't immediately use the medkit he'd stolen from Elliot's corpse.
If it wasn't for Noli touch the Void Star so early on, maybe, just... maybe, he would've gotten that immense power, even at the cost of his own flesh. Even after years being in the hellhole, also being domesticated by taking care of his dear son—He's still pretty much an asshole recently, restating his past regretful words to bitter and spiteful, it was clear that he's losing himself, returning to his old ways like it was a drug.
"S- 53v- -ev - e- 3n-..."
Noli cooed, that sweetened voice all corrupted and distorted because of their own greed for power. Serves them right. 007n7 thought to himself, carelessly throwing a clone at Noli's way, it was either he's going to die or get chased for who knows how long. With his stamina running low, 007n7 ran a little further, attempting to make it barely unscathed just for Noli to rush into him.
His head immediately turned to Noli, eyes widened like he was a deer caught in headlights. "0h FUCK-" 007n7 yelped, in an attempt to block it by instinct, he raised his arms to cover his head like how '1337 does it—Even though his durability is recently like a twig... What a damn moron.
Like what he expected, he died, letting the killer have its glory once more. But before Noli slammed 007n7 into the ground, its glitched out voice mocked his once loving child's voice.
c00lkidd's voice.
"1- I'M- M T- T- 73L--L1N6- 1NG - DA- D4 -D!!!"
Oh.
Its voice was just as similar as his son's, just more distorted and hollow. An amount of disgust that surged through 007n7's nerves to his once domesticated mind, he'd heard Noli mock his son's voice before if it did manage to kill him, but this one. Its voice was more exaggerated, more pitched. Close to c00lkidd's voice, but it sounded worse.
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007n7 was sent back in the lobby in a blink of an eye; stumbling backwards, he fell onto Elliot, who waited for the round to finish so they could treat 007n7's fresh wounds. "Gotcha'" Elliot muttered, holding the man in front of him by the arms, "C'mon now, let's get you patched up."
Elliot's voice rung in his head, words basically echoing in his head—Mind you, in the start of Noli's round, Noli may or may not have thrown the star at the back 007n7's head...
With someone guiding him to a medical corner—The Supports' corner, mostly Elliot's corner— 007n7 held his head as Elliot sat him and themselves down. Elliot got a bit closer after getting a first aid kit, now grabbing 007n7's left arm to treat a wound that has dried up blood around it. He winced at the slight pain of the ointment touching the slightest of his wound, 007n7 still didn't know how to handle ointment on a deep wound, even though Elliot has patched his wounds dozens of times before.
"I've dealt with your wounds before," Elliot looked up from 007n7's wound, a tired expression etched on their face, "I don't get how you're still wincing at the touch of ointment on your wounds" Elliot chuckled, like actually laughed, not those nervous laughs or sarcastic ones. 'Guessed that his minimal problem with ointment made Elliot smile after ages, 007n7 did feel offended before giggling alongside Elliot, knowing that the situation's probably hilarious based on how Elliot lightly laughed.
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As the night grew colder, Elliot had just finished treating 007n7's recent wounds, "All done,"
"How are you feeling?"
They asked with a question 007n7 had forgotten existed, his mind just froze before answering, "I'm g00d," 007n7 looked up at Elliot, a hand of his scratching the back of his head out of tension, a smile smile playing on his lips, "Thank y0u, Elli0t..."
"C'mon, go to your cabin and sleep, we'll need energy for another set of chases sooner or later." Elliot's voice was slightly sweetened, —if you could taste it, it would taste like Leche Flan—, not that usual dismissive tone they'd use to anyone and everyone. "Mh... I guess, g00d night, Elli0t." was the last thing 007n7 said before disappearing out the door of the main cabin.
"Tch." Elliot clicked his tongue before beginning to prepare pizzas that magically heal anyone who eats it. Since no one was around, their cheeks grew a bit red, thoughts of the same ex-hacker, just him being him without being a damn menace. They shook their head, attempting to dismiss the thoughts of just... cuddling... holding that very man— Enough.
"Just prep' the damn pizza, Elliot, thoughts of Seven can wait..." They mentally scolded themselves before continuing to work like a normal human being, and not... drool about getting pure affection from who burnt down his family's establishment.
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They made 24 slices.
Shedletsky and Builderman ate half of it as a midnight snack.
Notes:
Writing Noli's dialogs is going to be a pain in the ass.
Chapter 2
Notes:
WARNING :
- My AU, My Headcanons.
- My 1x1x1x1's Pronouns are She/They.
- A mention of Chance gooning. For some reason.
- 1x and Shedletsky Father-Daughter bullshit.
- 1x1x1x1-centric chapter
- A mention of Noli's new lore :sob:[Chapter 2 : Finished.]
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
As dawn arrived, letters from The Spectre have arrived, indicating a new round is starting soon. Its black paper having red accents and mixing a bit with the black, and damn was it glitching badly that you can't even read the words.
"My _____ surv_vors A_D ki_l___, I m___ give you _ _oving n__ice.
A ____d shall so_n com___ce,
I recom____ th_t you ca__y your d_sig_____ ite_s
as _hat is com__n ____e,
_ ___ldn't __ ___ase ___h the la_k of ______nce from my p___on_."
God DAMN it's not readable. Even Builderman, Shedletsky, Dusekkar, AND 1x1x1x1—couldn't understand a thing. Almost every word glitched out and distorted, words blending in with the black paper it was written on. Hell, even the two survivalists— Noob and 007n7— who knows how to decode nearly everything didn't know some of the words.
"My dear survivors and what..." Noob's tone was filled with pure confusion, 007n7 behind them, expression still blank. "Why is it like this." He muttered, covering his face as he slumped towards the table where multiple letters sat, the same message over and over.
With that Noob groaned in exhaustion, how the fuck does one decode-
"My dear survivors and killers, I must give you a loving notice." Elliot's voice cut through Noob's words, now their eyes squinting at the remaining puzzle of words. He's been there for who knows how long, Elliot knew how to decode, specifically and solely The Spectre's words.
"A round shall soon commence, I recommend that you carry your designated items as that is common sense, I wouldn't be please with the lack of obedience from my patrons."
Elliot paused before translating the note to be more simple and understandable, "It's telling us to get ready, a round's starting soon, not really saying when." Their voice carried that soothing and tired tone, that's a life of a healer, exhausted from throwing stale pizza that no one would eat because they didn't notice it; exhausted from seeing their hardwork diminishing once the killer concentrated properly, seeing each survivor die one by one, hardwork just for nothing.
The two supposed decoders stared at Elliot like they grew a second head, suprised that Elliot had done their job with ease, "I- How-" Noob stumbled with their words, "That fast??" Oblivious to the voice crack that they'd released. 007n7 just looked at Elliot before standing up from his seat and prepared for the upcoming round.
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On the other hand, the killers had no idea what was going to happen, so... they might've just lived like normal, it was only five of them, really, the 'Skins' are in another cabin, resting and two of the kids yelling at each other while their original variant was sleeping— having nightmares mostly— in the other cabin.
1x1x1x1 was peacefully washing their hands before hearing the most blood curdling yell in history— besides Telamon and Builderman's brutal arguments back in the day, speaking of those two gods, Elliot yelled their name at the top of his lungs.
"JOHN SHEDLETSKY, DAVID BUILDERMAN."
"Those lungs probably have the screaming capacity of a god..." 1x1x1x1 muttered in tired amusement, putting a hand on her forehead as the other hand washed off the remaining ichor— a divine being's blood, based on Telamon's depiction of ichor— that earlier poured off their body, bandages etched across their body, with the help of John Doe because he's the only one she'd trust injuries with.
As John Doe was bandaging the last wound on 1x1x1x1, she was sent to a round with the survivors, they were still in pajamas. Hello Kitty Pajamas. her Daemonshanks aren't with them at the moment... uhm... so they can't really kill... 1x1x1x1 didn't have sharp claws either, but hey... She's completely passive... aggressive.
"Why must I be the chosen one to slaughter survivors without a single notice." 1x1x1x1 groaned, finding something to wipe off the remaining ichor, they're NOT going to wipe it off with her pajamas, fuck no. "My required rest is nonexistent if this mess of codes of a god keeps sending me to these chases."
It was too early for games like this, everyone wasn't as ready since... never. Everyone had been either showering, still in their pajamas or hell even masturbating; 'looking at you, Chance. Spotting Shedletsky in the distance, 1x1x1x1 quietly approached her creator before wiping off the ichor on the domesticated avian's shirt. Shedletsky froze by the generator, the feeling of someone's hands on his classic shirt.
"Good morning, p- creator." She muttered, sneaking their hand in Shedletsky's pouch, knowing it was filled with two pieces of chicken. They'd occasionally steal a piece of chicken when they forgot to eat; she has done that at least more than 50 times before, as much as she can't properly digest food, that doesn't mean they can't enjoy food.
With his creation finally being passive, yet still aggressive, Shedletsky just let his creation steal one piece out of the two pieces of chicken he brought with him. He and his sweet child... for once... finally at peace before the round would end, Shedletsky wished this would last, but nothing lasts forever.
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The passive round has ended abruptly, The Spectre wasn't pleased with how... unorganized the Killers are; Not even reading the letters of notice and warnings from it. The chicken 1x1x1x1 was holding disappeared from her hands, of course, they were upset. Predictable.
When Noli came out of their room, it immediately spotted 1x1x1x1 sat on the sofa, deep in thought, probably spiralling like last time, it happens a few times when she doesn't obey, parallel to c00lkidd. "Ar- 4r3 yo- 0- -ou 0-k-- a- 4y?" Noli's voice suddenly ringing in 1x1x1x1's ears, concern highly visible through its voice's distortion.
"... I suppose you could say that's I feel... troubled." She responded, unable to look the willing deity in the eyes, 1x1x1x1 had always looked more troubled than c00lkidd whenever it comes to these... punishments. Based on how unstable their eye had become, more active, more chaotic than usual, like a wildfire loose.
Noli frowned, unamused with 1x1x1x1's answer, it sat beside the mentality scathed demigod, putting their hand on 1x1x1x1's back before rubbing it, attempting to soothe the demigod. "Yo-- u-ll be- 3 -e fi-n 1-n3 -e. T-t7ru- trus- 5-7 -t m-e -3." Noli assured the other, knowing that it might as well just get worse.
"Tch. As if, The Spectre wouldn't allow such blasphemy towards it; it thinks like a god. A corrupt one." They spat out, curling up into a ball, leaning against the armrest of the couch. "Fo-0r 7-tt-- h3 l0v- ov- 3- ee o-0f g-g0- -d." They pinched the bridge of its tragedy mask's nose, tired of 1x1x1x1's feeble self. Weak. Vulnerable.
...
The rework of its origin was messing with their mind. 1x1x1x1's reaction had always been reasonable, but the thought of the Embodiment of that covetous god's complete hatred— showing weakness. It felt sickening... They can't go after 007n7 anymore if they can't even remember that damn traitor... "Mh..." Noli thought to themselves. The thoughts of their change of origin made them sick to the core... but the thought of forgetting the traitorous acts of the one who used to love most... made them feel... relieved.
They suspected that 007n7's been experiencing the same, potentially dealing with it more sane than they did. It only shook the thought off before another round starts.
Notes:
IM GONNA FALL ASLEEP GNG... I FEEL
I have lost about 4 paragraphs of the story because I fell asleep. I slept at probably 9pm ph time and woke up 1am, I literally forgot how the plot went before of the banging of mi bedroom door which is the reason why I woke up.
I'm probably high on smth because i think ny sentenced witk oroperly, mind you, I write on my phone. zoh nolimmm. myvdeyes are bestetly opttjy snd good no i6t, I erikl havibg to continue thiscinvyhr motning
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I was high and half asleep when I wrote that... ignore it...
Chapter 3: [Notice of Noli's new lore]
Summary:
WARNING :
- A mention of Noli's new lore.
- Possible quits on the work.
Chapter Text
Since I've heard of Noli's new lore, I couldn't go through the plot like usual, I want the work to be happening like in real time, each update making the story a bit more connected to that update; but the update revolves around Noli's new lore, which disturbs the original plot of what I'm going for.
For the love of Illumina, I don't even know if I can continue the series by remaking the plot or quit on the series and move on to another ship which will provide my daily dose of tragedy. I could continue, but I want the plot to have less mischaracterization—I propably spelt that wrong. I like Noli's new plot but damn it messed with the plot BADLY, I had Writters block for a few days and I come back to Noli and 007n7's lore doesn't connect anymore. Sighhhh I'm contemplating if I should continue by changing the plot's direction to Noli's lore or call it quits.
I'm gonna lash out.