Archive of Our Own

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Fic requests, you know the deal.

I am a huge multi shipper, request whatever you want EXCEPT for

NSFW
Proshipper stuff. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME
Anything involving C00lkidd or any C00lkidd variant (Bluudude, P00lkidd, etc.)
straight people (JOKE JOKE I’M JOKING HERE)

if you want anything to be yuri or any specific scenario please tell me, I’ll make sure to keep it as faithful to your request as possible :)

You can also include unreleased characters (Veeronica, Jane Doe, Valkyrie, etc.), characters from Dream Game. Again, and cross ships. Again, refrain from asking anything suggestive. I’m a minor 🙏🏽

rarepairs are welcome and encouraged, i fucking love rarepairs :)

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He promised himself.

He promised himself when he saw him again, he’d love him. Love him so hard he never doubts the word again. Love him so hard he forgets what it’s like to be unloved.

And he found him.

God is cruel in many ways.

007n7 knows C00lkidd still cares, if the cardboard cutout of himself is anything to go bye. His cheers of being ‘it’. The way he ‘tags’ the other survivors.

He doesn’t know any better.

He’s forced to watch as the stunners ruthlessly slash through his son. His already cracked skin broken over and over by the slice of a sword. He knows the others won’t listen. They rather not interact with him.

He understands. So he checks the timer, a long two minutes and 30 seconds. He’ll hide until it inevitably goes down.

Guest sat with Elliot, who occasionally threw heals at the stunners whenever it was needed. He was mostly here as backup. Shedletsky was perfectly capable of handling himself, and Builderman (despite his short stature) knew his way around a slash.

Elliot checks his watch, a frown forming on his face. “Shouldn’t the timer be lower by now? Is no one on the machines?” He questions. Guest checks as well.

The only people who weren’t distracted with the killer were Two Time and 007n7. Two Time was nearby as well, although they weren’t the.. best at finishing machines. Guest is half convinced that guy just enjoyed the pain of the wires short-circuiting.

That left the ex-hacker.

Guest sighs. He knows the others were unlikely to check on him, for good reason. He gestures to the others. “Make sure they don’t die. I’ll look for 7n7.”

Elliot offers him a thumbs up, going back to watching the stunners upset C00lkidd with each passing second.

—-

007n7 tenses at the sound of footsteps. Surely, C00lkidd had gotten tired. It would suck to get chased down in your own theme park. He understands. Then again, when has he not? He’d go above and beyond for his son.

He keeps tense, holding his breath, waiting for impact.

Only to be caught off guard by a body sliding down next to him. He turns, eyes wide.

Guest doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t feel he has to. 007n7 hides his face in his knees, squeezing his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to be here. Especially not when they’re hurting his kid.

They don’t listen.

They never do.

He can’t do anything.

He’s failed. Failed him—

“Hey.”

007n7 sniffles, rubbing his eyes and looking up. Guest was facing him now. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t trust his own voice. He can’t trust a lot of things, lately.

“I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty sure people need to breathe.” Guest points out. It draws attention to 7n7’s ragged breathing. He hadn’t even realized. He takes a shuddering breath through broken sobs.

“That won’t help. You’re only making it worse. Here.” Guest takes the ex-hacker’s hand gently. It causes 7n7 to jolt, briefly tensing at the touch.

Pathetic.

“Quarter notes. Deep breath in…” He holds up four fingers, counting down. 007n7 mimics him, deep breaths for four seconds, releasing it for four seconds.

A few minutes later, and he’s already calmed down, his breathing evened out and his sight a bit clearer. Guest puts his hand down when he realizes this.

“Where d-did you learn that..?”

“War.”

“O-Oh, right. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

They sit quietly for a few moments, watching the time tick down slowly. Guest cringes at the familiar alert of someone being injured. He sighs and stands up.

007n7 watches. His hesitation was evident. He decides ‘to Hell with it!’ and stands up as well, gently taking Guest’s wrist.

“Hold on, uh..” He trails off before gently tugging the other closer. Surprisingly, Guest allows it. He only wanted to avoid upsetting the other, yeah. That’s it.

007n7 wraps his arms around the soldier. His hold is tight, yet somehow just as loving as Guest remembers. His wife used to hug like this, he thinks.

“Thank you for helping, you didn’t have to.” 7n7 murmurs softly, avoiding the other man’s gaze to the best of his ability. He rather not face the disgust no doubt in the other man’s eyes.

He pulls away before swiping around, pulling out his c00l gui and disappearing to the other side of the map. Guest stands silently, blinking a few times. He feels warmth spread across his cheeks.

Shit.

Nope, he is not thinking about this right now. He has people to save and medkits to hand out. Are feelings involved in that?

Don’t answer that question.

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Praising the Spawn is all they know, and it is all they will ever know.

So why is it not helping them?

This is the third round in a row they’ve been ruthlessly slashed down. They enjoy the thrill, truly, they do, but it was painful to die over and over. While nothing could ever compare to that day, it hurt.

It hurt so much.

Maybe they shouldn’t have done it all. What if the Spawn isn’t worth it? What if It never was? Was all they did for nothing? Could Azure have lived? Could they—

They need to leave. They’re in the middle of the cabin. They doubt anyone wants to be present for this. Taking a deep breath, they walk out the longue and walk down the hall into the bedroom.

Sure, the bed was shitty, and sure, they doubt the sheets have been washed at all recently, but they suppose beggars can't be choosers.

Besides, they suppose it was a nice reminder of what they once considered a home.

A sigh leaves their lips. They’d rather not think about that now.

The Azure they used to know is gone. He will not come back. They need to understand that now before this gets out of hand. They have to be on their best performance next round. For the Spawn.

They have to be.

They have to be.

Has it always been this way?

‘Has the pressure to succeed always bothered you this much?’ A voice in their mind, one that sounds strangely familiar, whispers to them.

‘What if you could make it all go away?’

‘You’re in Hell, now, aren’t you? Clearly that paradise It made wasn’t for you.’

‘You should’ve listened to me.’

‘We could’ve ran away while we still had time.’

‘We wouldn’t be here.’

‘We could’ve redeemed ourselves. Been free of it’s grasp.’

“YOU’RE NOT REAL!” They scream, springing out of bed and gripping the ends of their hair. It’s not real, none of what it says is true. NONE of it. Why does it feel as if it knows them so well? Why won’t it shut up?

Why can’t they—

“Two Time..?” The sound of the door slowly creaking open snaps them out of it. They snap their head up, eyes wide as they look at the culprit.

Ah.

The Guest. The one the Spawn had saved. At least, that’s how they remember his sob story.

“..What is it that you require, 1337?” Guest looks around their room for a moment, he tries his best to pretend as if nobody could hear the psychotic break this guy clearly just had.

He’s never been the best at hiding his own thoughts, oddly enough.

“Nothing at the moment, just.. doing a checkup on the others. Last round was rough.”

“I am inclined to agree.” They respond curtly, although it is clear they wish to not engage any further. A sigh leaves 1337’s lips.

“Is it alright if I..?”

“Do as you must.” Two Time runs a hand through their hair, taking deep breaths. They’re far from unfamiliar to these types of episodes. Simply a test in faith, given by the Spawn. Although cruel, they understand It’s motives.

Guest walks in, eyeing the room, his gaze lingering briefly on a dagger near the dresser. He walks up to the bed, examining their expression.

“Is there anything I can do to help..? I can tell you’re quite stressed.”

He speaks carefully, as if Two Time would run away if given the chance. Truthfully, they would. They weren’t the most fond of interacting with the other survivors.

“…May I listen to your heart?” A lovely shade (in Two Time’s opinion) of red blooms across 1337’s face. He fumbles over his words for a moment before nodding awkwardly.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, unsure where to put his hands. Two Time takes initiative, moving closer. First, it’s a hand on his chest, which was already enough to cause him to tense, his heart beating faster. Next, their head lays on top of their hand.

“Your heart beats fast.”

“That’s natural.” He responds near instantaneously, hesitantly placing a hand on their back. Two Time flinches, making the veteran yank his hand away immediately.

Silence washes over them as Two Time drifts off to the sound of the man’s real, breathing heart. A reminder of what they had lost.

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Okay, this Telamon guy (EVERYONE knows it’s you, Shedletsky) pisses 1x OFF.

He just wanted to peacefully practice his sword techniques, but NOPE! Not when Telamon’s around, no, of course not! A moment of peace around that guy is forbidden!

Telamon pulls his sword back out of the ground, a grin on his face.

“Honestly, I thought you were better than this. It’s only been five minutes and you already look so mad..”

1x’s eye twitches slightly as he takes a deep breath, readying his venomshank once more and fixing his stance. “Must you continue to talk in moments of silence?”

“Yes! It makes this more interesting!” He exclaims joyfully before bounding forward throwing a slash 1x’s way. Predictable, as always. It was starting to become disappointing.

He easily blocks, sending a glare the false God’s way. “I have no time for your games. Find someone else to pester.” He speaks firmly.

“But it’s so fun messing with ya! Y’know, your skills kinda remind me of when we were young~!”

1x sputters briefly, his eyes widening at the blatant insult. The nerve of this man, honestly!

“We are the same person. You always find endlessly creative ways to insult yourself.” He sends a quick slash Telamon’s way, making the other dodge and briefly lose his grip on his sword.

The man regains composure quickly before responding. “Well, maybe, but I’m still insulting you in the process, so I don’t care about semantics.”

“YOU CHILDISH—“ 1x starts, already readying his second sword, fully preparing to stab right through this man’s heart and tear him to shreds—

“Ah ah ah!” Telamon mocks, knocking his sword out of his hands and making 1x stagger.

“Calm that temper of yours, X! It’ll always end up bad for ya if you don’t.”

“I’m going to beat the #### out of you.” 1x states firmly, uncaring for the censor that glitches his words. He runs up to Telamon, catching the man off guard.

“Oh FUCK—!” Telamon topples to the ground with 1x, just barely using his sword to block this flipping demon’s teeth, aimed right at his jugular.

“DUDE, This is supposed to be a SWORD fight! Chill—!” Telamon exclaims, fighting against the (surprisingly sharp) teeth of his rival. He squirms under the taller man’s hold.

“Well maybe if you learned to keep your mouth shut, we wouldn’t be here!” 1x bites back, trying to rip the sword from Telamon’s hands.

Telamon was just about to say something right back to the other before a voice interrupted them both. They turn their heads to the source.

“Would both you boys quit yer arguin’? The other’s been worried sick about ya, Shedletsky!” He hardly gets a chance to protest before he’s picked up like a misbehaving kitten.

“Builder! He started it!” Builderman scoffs. “You’re too old to be behavin’ like that. Same goes to you, 1x. Get on back to yer job.”

Rather than arguing like Telamon (okay, fine. He just likes the name, he knows everyone knows it’s him) had expected, 1x salutes Builderman.

“Yes, sir.”

“OH COME ON!!!”

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“Do you think he’ll ever realize what he’s doing?” 007n7 asks quietly. Behind the wall they hide themselves near, the faint warning sound of C00lkidd chasing a rather exhilarated Chance in a circle.

Elliot, who stayed hidden to ensure the adrenaline addicted man didn’t die, was the only one there with the ex-hacker. It took him a moment to process that the man was talking to him. Then again, who else would he be talking to?

Elliot was the only one who knew.

Of course, the appearance c00lkidd had taken hardly surprised Elliot. If anything, he just looked more malnourished than before. He had been quite the chubby kid when he got access to his father’s exploits.

007n7 had been in denial for a while. Elliot hardly blames him. Imagine seeing your son kill people while excitedly exclaiming they were playing tag. Yeah, that would drive quite a few people insane, he thinks.

He glances at 007n7. Long gone is the man Robloxia once knew. A man so unforgiving in his craft, leaving houses in ruin and destruction. Now in it’s place is a man who is exhausted.

A man who was once a father.

And Elliot, despite his lingering resentment can see that. Sometimes he feels awful. Holding it over the other man's head. He so clearly is trying to change, has changed, for the better.

Yet he can’t help but wonder if one day, that man will return back to his old days. One day he’ll get fed up with Elliot’s dismissive behavior.

It’s wrong to think that way. Sometimes he feels as if he wants to be proven right. That 007n7 was never a good man. He was just faking it.

But time and time again, he’s proven wrong.

So, with a reluctant sigh and a skillfully thrown pizza just as Chance’s health starts to lower to a significant degree, he speaks. And his words hold weight. Weight that he knew the man beside him was willing to carry.

“He’s bound to one day. Kids may be dumb, but they learn. They learn quick.” Mia. She most likely realized he’s not coming back by now.

“…How will I explain it to him? Will the thing controlling us hurt him if he stops? He’s too young to..” He trails off, and the silence finishes his sentence for him.

c00lkidd was far too young to bear that weight. A child had no business understanding the permanence of death. A child had no business learning that, then having to unlearn it all over again.

A child had no business in Hell.

“You’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Elliot replies, and it’s the best he can come up with. After all, how does one solve a dilemma like this? There was no real way to break the news. Not in a soft way, certainly not in a harsh way.

“B-But— I can’t just go into a scenario like that without some kind of plan—“

Elliot throws another pizza Chance’s way as soon as c00lkidd misses his walkspeed. He hears the man shout a quick ‘Thanks’ through the wall. Elliot sighs.

“You can’t plan for something like that, 7n7. He’ll react in ways you won’t expect, and nothing can prepare you for the unexpected.”

That doesn’t seem to calm the ex-hacker’s nerves at all. He watches the other start frantically biting down on his nails, eyes wide with what could only be described as horror.

Elliot knows he’ll have to suck it up. Bite the bullet. Whatever it is people say in situations where you have to bury your pride. Even for a few seconds.

He didn’t want to admit this (it was rather embarrassing), but having a panic attack during a death game isn’t ideal for anyone.

“Look, 7n7. Despite… everything, you’re a good dad.” 007n7’s head shoots up, and his eyes widen in shock.

“You… what—?” Elliot huffs, red dusting his cheeks lightly as he elaborates.

“I know we’ve had our differences, and I know c00lkidd ruined a lot. But… you tried, you’re still trying to be better. I may not forgive what happened, but I see that. I see you.”

“Oh.” 007n7 blinks, tears welling up in his eyes. He can’t remember the last time he was called that. A good father. The term felt so foreign to him. He shouldn’t be shocked he craved the validation of those he hurt.

“D-Did I say something wrong? Don’t cry— oh!” Elliot gasps in surprise, feeling 7n7’s arms wrap around him out of the blue. He blinks before patting his back awkwardly.

Is it normal to be kinda into this? I should talk to Noob later..

“Thank you, Elliot. It means the world to me.” 007n7 says softly, and Elliot finds himself flushing a bright red.

Yeah, he’ll talk to Noob later.

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Builderman grumbles as Shedletsky tugs on his arms. He refuses to look back at the other, keeping his arms crossed over his chest as the man-baby begs for his attention.

“Please, Buildy! You know I didn’t mean it that way! I think you’re beautiful!”

They sit on their shared bed in Purgatory. Builderman is aware that Shedletsky hadn’t meant it in a negative way. He calls him a shortie all the time, and it’s true! He isn’t even five feet.

But.

He’s emotional today, okay!? There was a really tough round and he didn’t feel like making jokes today.

“Shed, just leave it be. Give me some time to relax.” He responds firmly, not wanting to continue this back and forth with the other man.

Shedletsky visibly deflates, a frown forming on his face as he reluctantly lets go of his boyfriend. His expression is one of pure disappointment, and Builderman refuses to allow himself to fall for the puppy dog eyes act.

Again.

No, you are not allowed to make fun of him for loving his partner. Fuck off.

He watches as Shedletsky leaves the room, closing the door surprisingly gently behind him. The act by itself showed his regret, but Builderman stood his ground.

—-

Shedletsky may or may not have fucked but, but it’s alright! He can figure this out!

He runs to Dusekkar’s room, banging on the door desperately and bouncing on the balls of his feet while waiting for the other to open the door.

“MATT!! I super need your help, open the door!”

Eventually, the door does indeed open, and Dusekkar yawns, clearly having been taking a nap. Shedletsky briefly feels a little bad for waking the other before he remembers that this is infinitely more important than sleep.

“What addles your mind, dear friend? How may my presence bring said woes to an end?”

“Builderman is mad at me!” He throws himself into Dusekkar’s room (without asking, mind you..), sobbing like the man baby he was.

“I called him short, and now he said he wanted space!” Dusekkar, ever the great friend he is, has enough decency to gasp at the statement.

“My my, if a Builder has grown tired of you, a serious talk is certainly overdue.”

“That’s what I said! But I have no clue how to apologize!”

Dusekkar hums softly to himself, thinking for a moment before he snaps his fingers with a grin. “Worry naught, for I have a plan that will surely untangle this messy knot.”

—-

Builderman groans at the sound of knocking on his door. He knows exactly who it is. It’s been a while now, yes, and he’s certainly had time to cooldown by now, but he’d like a bit more time alone.

He begrudgingly stands, getting to his feet and takes slow steps towards the door. His hesitation is evident in the way he turns the knob slowly.

When he finally does open the door, he’s met with a face full of flowers. He sneezes as the pollen invade his nose, and the flowers are quickly moved away.

“Sorry, Builderman! I know you’re mad at me, but I wanted to make up for it!” He speaks cheerfully, hoping his upbeat mode would lighten the other up a bit.

Builderman glances at the flowers. They were.. awful. Which is to be expected, given this place was like Hell. Still, the gesture and that hopeful smile on Shedletsky’s face makes him flush all the same.

“…Just get in here, ya goof.” Shedletsky grins, immediately perking up and happily allowing Builderman to tug him inside their shared room. Before he even gets a chance to thank him, he is tugged down to Builderman’s level.

A soft kiss is pressed to his lips, and everything feels right in his world once more.

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1x1x1x1 was far from forgiving in her kills. She has made sure the survivors are aware of just how strong she is, making an example of anyone foolish enough to cross her. After all, she’s pretty sure it’s hard to crush a skull with your bare hands!

Haha, enough self-glazing. She’s got people to kill.

007n7 pulls out his c00lgui, looking at the killer for this round. It isn’t uncommon for someone else to run to him and ask who it was, and he didn’t mind giving them the answer.

The c00lgui loads for a moment before his heart sinks.

Ah.

So there may or may not be a huge problem. Go ahead and call him a freak for this, but 7n7 had a huge fat crush on 1x. Somehow, none of the other survivors knew that was the case, but God, was he bad at hiding it.

I mean, who offers to distract the one killer who didn’t need weapons to kill someone? Everyone has seen her crush another person’s skull (God, it was hot. Did he mention strong people are hot? They are).

Yes, she’s killed them all multiple times, and he’s not saying that he’s defending that per say. He’s just… willing to look the other way! After all, it’s not like she really had a choice. Someone had to have sent her here, just like the rest of them!

Yup. That’s his only justification.

He’s been a bit desperate as of late.

It’s rather obvious.

He shakes his head firmly, steeling himself and looking around. Planet Voss. Not the best map when going against 1x, considering the lack of major elevation, but he’ll make it work.

He stops in front of a generator, crouching down and getting started on connecting the wires together. One had already been done, so he might as well help out where he can while the others distract the killer.

Red goes with red, blue goes with blue, green goes with…

Hm.

Green’s a pretty good color. It’s the color of grass, and sometimes flowers, and pretty ladies. He finds himself appreciating the color a lot more lately, honestly, he was taking advantage of the—

A hand taps his shoulder, and the wires explode in his face, making him yelp in surprise. He whips his head around with wide eyes. “Huh—!? What!?”

Chance raises his hands in a way he hopes is calming in nature. “Woah, calm down there! Just wonderin’ if ya got the killer’s identity. Hate to go in unprepared.”

“Oh— right, uhm. It’s 1x.” He responds after a moment, willing his heart to calm down. Chance nods appreciatively before running off, likely to join the others in stunning the killer.

He spends a majority of his time finishing the generators before finally coming face to face with the killer. The other stunners were nowhere to be seen, but not a single one showed up as dead on his c00lgui.

Ah. 1x must be pissed off.

He cowers in fear, attempting to make himself look smaller. Yes, he could send out a clone, but 1x had a tendency to turn his mind to mush and make his legs feel like jelly.

A growl leaves the killer’s lips, and he shakes even more.

“You.” Okay, damn. 7n7 hadn’t even done anything this time around. She did not need to take that tone with him.

“You. You normally throw yourself at my feet. What was so different this time?” Ah. It was about that.

Okay, when she words it like that, it definitely sounds more like he was a simp. Which.. he was NOT. He respected himself enough to not make a fool of himself.

He just happens to trip over his feet sometimes, simple as that. Everyone makes mistakes.

“R-Respectfully, ma’am, I am rather clumsy. I don’t intend to fall at your feet..”

She raises an eyebrow, but scoffs, sliding down on the wall beside him. 7n7 watches, hesitating before sitting down on the floor with her.

“He thinks little of you. He thinks you cowardly, yet he holds no resentment. It’s intriguing.” She speaks, and 7n7 has a feeling he shouldn’t be hearing this. Still, curiosity wins him over.

“Ahh.. who are you referring to..? There isn’t anyone here who doesn’t hate me.” He says softly and 1x turns to him, raising an eyebrow once more.

“Your self confidence is nearly as pathetic as His! Truly, you don’t believe even your son hates you, hm? That boy sings praises to you!”

The words make him flush. He can’t tell if it’s because he likes being called mean things by her, or if it’s just because he’s in her general presence.

Probably both.

“He speaks so highly of your days of hacking, It’s impressed even me! Tormenting the pizza boy must’ve been wonderful!”

7n7 is going to die. One more compliment from this beautiful, beautiful lady and he will die.

“N-No, I’d rather not praise my past actions. I told him to stop speaking so positively about those days..” He murmurs the last bit to himself.

He listens to the chime of the one minute left song, feeling the air shift with something more violent. He feels himself tense, daring a look at 1x.

Sue enough, she looked far more agitated than before, the aura that typically followed her glowed a bright red. She turns to him, yet makes no move to harm, rather looking ready to run across the map and search.

“Uhmmm! I know you’re probably very mad right now, e-especially with Shedletsky-!” Just the mention of his name causes a growl to leave his mouth.

He glances at the time, 50 seconds. “But, I have a proposition!”

Her curiosity is peaked, and she tilts her head, long dark hair flowing with the movement. “Go on.”

“If you don’t go after the others, I’ll allow you to take your anger out on me!”

He offers with a smile. Was this also to his benefit? Yes. Would he explain how? No.

“I do not wish for your pity, mortal.” She says firmly, pressing the tip of her venomshank to his stomach. He feels the telltale signs of poison seeping into his blood, and he gags, bringing a hand to his mouth.

“I am often reminded how pathetic you can be compared to your son. How unfortunate.”

3…

2…

1.

—-

7n7 gasps as he’s transported, a fluster spread across his cheeks. Did he do that? Did he seriously just do that? He can’t believe himself. In fact! He should go find a nice lovely hole to double die in. That would be great.

It would probably be better for everyone, too! This was horrifying, embarrassing. He seriously just offered to be killed? In front of his crush!? He surely sounds deranged now.

Still, his stomach tingles, the familiar feeling of butterflies warming him from the inside out, and he can’t help but feel a bit giddy. After all, that was an entire conversation with the prettiest woman on Earth… in Hell? Purgatory? Whatever.

1x grumbles. Five rounds. Five rounds and he hasn’t heard a peep from that insufferable single father. He stabs his venomshank into the ground, his glare withering the grass around him.

He stands. No more wasting time. He will find that man and he will get answers. Willingly or not.

He makes his way across the map, sights set on a man he knew would know where that ridiculously dressed man would be. He climbs the ramp to the top of the castle, stopping in front of a group of survivors.

They visibly tense. Already looking ready to bolt.

“Tch. Calm yourselves. I simply require help. I have no need to kill this time around.” The one with the creepy smile is the first to approach, already speaking far too much for his liking.

“Ah, a wonderful day indeed! A free round, gifted to us by the Spawn. Do tell, what is it you require, temporary friend?”

He frowns, pushing the dagger carrying twink out of the way and pointing at Elliot. “You.”

“ME!?” He exclaims, his voice squeaking pathetically. 1x rolls his eyes.

“Obviously. Tell me where the former hacker is. I wish to speak with him.”

Elliot calms, if only briefly, and points to the other side of the map. “I saw him teleport over there a few minutes ago. The place with the weirdly colored boxes.”

1x frowns, dropping down from the castle without so much of a thank you. Two Time and Noob both turn to Elliot, who lets out a sigh of relief.

“…I hope they plan to repent after they finish whatever sinful acts they have planned!”

Elliot pushes them off the castle.

007n7 messes with his c00lgui, adjusting the injections of his clones multiple times to pass the time. Every generator had already been completed, so he sits on his ass and waits.

He’d really rather not face 1x ever again for the rest of his undead life. He’d much prefer if the hatred filled creature forgot he existed.

“Hello.” 7n7 jumps at least five feet into the air, the familiar sound of 1x’s gravely voice snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Oh, Goodness-! You scared me! D-Did you already kill the others? Guess that means I’m next, haha!” He rambles in fear, outstretching his arms and shutting his eyes, preparing for the familiar feel of a sword piercing his chest.

But it never came.

Instead he hears the sound of a zipper coming undone, and before he can even open his eyes again, another pair of lips meet his own.

He stumbles back, feeling large claws wrap around his waist and hold him still. His face starts to burn red hot from the realization of what was going on.

Oh, God. 1x is kissing him. He’s kissing 1x. This is real.

“I am going to make so much fun of c00lkidd.”

“Ah, d-don’t do that. He’s too young—.” He doesn’t get a chance to continue before a tongue is shoved down his throat, deepening the kiss.

—-

“There’s no way you were right.” Elliot gapes, the sight of 7n7’s ruined hair and light hickeys on his neck throwing him through a loop.

“Ah, so the Spawn grants me knowledge once more! Now,I believe twenty dollars were offered to me?”

“I’M SURROUNDED BY FREAKS.”