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Death
That was what 007n7 tried to do, shoot himself, blow his brains out of his head and bleed. That was all that Seven wanted, to feel like his suffering ended so he could go to hell where he belonged, nonetheless a simple wish that was supposed to succeed and happen. Yet of course, all of his wishes would never come true. Pathetic wasn't it? What a loser that he was, felt and had been all his life.
Seven always escaped from his issues, ran away like a sheep even though he tried to be a wolf in others eyes, succeeding after creating his gui and causing chaos with his supposed “best friend” that abandoned him the second he had adopted a little demon that had arrived on their doorstep. Seven had even left his pride behind him to beg for Noli to at least remain in touch, the greedy friend ignoring their pleas as their own issues had been fed with that void star they had gotten. So he was alone, alone with a child to take care of.
The hacker left his past behind for the sake of the kid, trying to forget everything to live life the “right” way and fix all his wrongdoings, praying to god so he could finally be forgiven. Of course, nothing came out of it as the kid he had taken care of disappeared, sending him into a depression until he decided to end his pathetic life with a gun.
Seven was gripping the gun, holding it with care yet trembling under the pressure of the act he was about to do. The cheap plastic grip of the gun covered in sweat as Seven moved it. His face filled with regret and self hatred as he pointed it under his chin, feeling the cold barrel of it as he felt the blood on his body run cold. His free hand gripped the rest of the gun as he finally pulled the trigger.
The blood finally left his body as it splattered on the ground, his lifeless body tumbling and falling straight onto the ground as the gun fell as well. The gruesome scene in the old house where the single father lived smelling of iron (or copper) and sweet smell filling the room as his body ran cold.
Of course, this was meant to be the end of a tragic story where the villain of so many heroes had died by his own hand and left the world. It was meant to be just some tragic story, yet someone found pleasure in his suffering, a joy to watch the human kind struggle towards redemption and fail once again. It was all meant to be for The Spectre to drag this pitiful man towards his games and watch him try to climb towards and exit for his suffering and fall once again. How entertaining it was!
The void felt cold, his surroundings were dark, nothing on sight. Seven couldn't feel the hole on his face anymore, the place where the bullet was supposed to be “fixed”. He tried to look, move or just do anything, yet the non-existent chains left him powerless. He could feel the wish of crying out loud and begging for the person who kept him here to just send him to hell already. At the end, the only thing he was able to see was a shadow looking at him, an “S” on their hat and two eyes that stared at him with an uncanny feeling. Where was he?
Round 11 - Yorick's Resting Place
The soft grass felt uncomfortable, rather odd. The soft wind hit the man as he laid on the ground. His body felt weak, really weak. His mind was spinning as he moved his head up, looking around for a moment as the delicate trees shed some leafs, the setting reminding the hacker of the fall, one of his favorite seasons to witness as he remembered all the times he had managed to make C00lkidd some costumes for him to choose from and trick or treating, the only time kids treated him normally as they thought his horns, red skin and tail were just some sick and cool costume he had gotten.
Seven finally moved up, looking at his surroundings as he noticed some red panels shine, moving around him as he recognized them. He felt all his body go cold as he tried to close them, to get rid of his C00lgui he had once made and thrown away to forget about his past. The panels of course, not budging as he saw names he didn't want to recognize on one of the panels, two of other panels having a “Cl0n3” and “Tel3p0rt” ability on them. Seven felt shocked as tried to finally close the gui by punching it, his fist sore after the punch as nothing happened.
He finally gave up after about 5 minutes of trying. Seven started walking around a bit, finding a cemetery nearby, a medkit and a Bloxy Cola laying on top of some graves as he read some of the names on them. Taking with him the two items.
“Elliot”
“Guest 1337”
“007n7”
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Right, there was a grave with his name on it, that was just amazing wasn't it! Where was he, he didnt know anything anymore! Seven just punched the gravestone with his name again, the gui using itself as a sort of shield for his fist as he broke it, the rocks falling to the ground as he quickly regretted the harsh act he did as he saw his bleeding fist, the gui probably stopping his hand from breaking because of his mindless actions.
He finally stopped his little thinking moment as he was interrupted by someone, or some people. The sound of the collective gasps making him stand up, he finally turned around as he saw a couple of people. A pizza worker, a man with a couple of limiteds, a soldier and a noob. Seven just stared at them in shock as the panels moved around him, almost like a sort of shield as they reacted fast. Wasn't this uncomfortable…
Elliot looked at the man fist, this felt like a nightmare for him (even though it had always been). He had recognized that man instantly, the guy who destroyed the pizzeria, always had fights with his boss and used to blow things up with that killer who chased them endlessly now. He had given him more nightmares and headaches than he could have counted, and now they were stuck with them in this purgatory for god knows how long.
Seven finally moved as he grabbed a panel almost naturally, feeling odd to use the gui he hadn't used in a decade, touching the teleport panel as a red bar started to slowly move, the hacker breaking eye contact as the others were in shock a new person had arrived. Chance being the first one to break the ice as he flipped his coin, chuckling as he spoke.
“So, your new here I guess! Seems like you have an interesting weapon around ya-”
Chance recognized the red panels around the man as the stuff the red demon who chased them sometimes used, watching them with care as he tried to approach the man, Seven backing away fast as he glanced at the panels, noticing the red bar finally reached the finish line.
The man arrived at another part of the map, his body falling to the ground as he felt more nauseous. The soft hum of the gui followed him everywhere now as he vomited on the end of the map, getting close to a wall and puking. His nerves getting the best of him as he tried to breath again, looking over at the back entrance of the weird house he had seemingly teleported to. The gui burned him as he tried to touch the teleport ability again, leaving a burn mark on his hand as he sighed, another issue with this gui he had seen before in his hacking days, never bothering to fix it.
The door opened as he entered the place, looking at the broken table in front of him and watching the two admins hiding behind a wall. The sight shocking him as he recognized them as two of the fuckers that had injured him when he used to hack. His annoyance grew a bit as he tried to forget about it, he was a changed man and wasn't about to give the resentful thought more importance.
Shedletsky watched 007n7, his eyes narrowing as Dusekkar felt himself grow some worry, noticing how the hacker looked at them with a sort of disgust as he was about to head out, leaving the two admins alone as he felt his past haunt him once again. The door was about to close as he heard a shout inside the house, quickly opening the door again as he witnessed the pumpkin man be brutally beheaded by a masked man, the chainsaw loud and clear as Seven ran away. Ignoring the screams of agony as he continued running.
What the fuck?!
Seven finally managed to hide between some old rocks, trying to keep his head down as he remembered the screams, the gruesome scene inside his head, stuck in it. He tried to calm down once again, his mind taking a break as he checked the gui once again, looking at the issues it had on one panel and the things that seemed to not burn his hand. Finally finishing to check everything as he found the issue, his gui was faulty, like a broken version of the one he had in his prime.
Yet again was he interrupted by the sound of a clock, it not being anywhere around him but sort of inside his head, he glanced at the gui and saw that seemingly everyone had died, deducing that by the marked usernames on it. Noticing how there was a timer on the gui.
One minute of the round left - Last man standing against Slasher
Too many question plagued his mind, his body finally getting up as he heard the chainsaw behind him, his body taking a hit as he felt his neck be hit by it, the blood falling to the ground as he ran, his stamina levels falling to the ground as he tried to rest, feeling another hit. His body weaker as he put his fist as a sort of shield against the hacker, the gui acting as he saw a clone of himself be put infront of him, the killer distracted by it as he saw them murder it.
The clock ticked
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The survivors won! - 007n7
He finally landed on a chair, his body healed as he felt his hands touch the table, not being where he was a moment ago and looking around. The stares of the other people burned through him as he looked at them.
This was awful.