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Love is a truly wonderful concept, known to some and unknown to others.
When you lose your loved one, you feel like everything collapses and disappears as if you felt that a piece of yourself would never be seen.
The moment Brighteyes disappeared/died. That being very similar to the admin made his heart fade away and darken to something much worse.
If he couldn’t be happy, why should the rest of his counterparts? That triggered events in every reality he was in, and in every reality he came to, his being eliminated those who were happy.
A concept, curious for Shedletsky, well, as he would now be called, Hacklord.
Ending up in that forgotten world, where he could see himself in a reality he had not yet touched, alive. And where he could kill him over and over again, an endless loop in which he would vent his sorrows with that counterpart of his.
Shedletsky ran alongside 007n7, both of them tired and fatigued by such distances traveled.
They were being chased by that being who looked much like the admin, and it seemed that he was chasing more than the same former hacker who had less life at that time.
That was noticed by the winged hybrid, pushing at that moment 007n7 to go somewhere else
—GO OVER THERE, DON’T STOP.- Shedletsky shouted and then ran to the opposite side, 007n7 only had to see how that great being chased Shedletsky no matter if he was on his side.
The man had no choice but to run to the other side, cursing internally the fact of being useless in these cases. The man hid in behind some shaky structures.
He looked at his panel, and watched as the life of Shedletsky slowly went down, looked at the time. . . It was only 20 seconds, he begged Shedletsky to last, to survive.
Unfortunately, in the games of The Spectre, the killers will always have an advantage. At that time, the panel showed that Shedletsky died instantly, 007n7 quickly stood up pulling out the bloxy tail.
"Shit" whispered softly, looking sideways listening to that man’s fast steps running.
He grabbed his c00lgui and pressed the option to appear clone, which started running in the opposite direction and then began teleporting desperately.
But sadly the clone failed to take effect, because the man appeared behind him.
007n7 released a panicked gasp, felt a blow on his chest making him spit blood, began to try to run but was grabbed by the shirt and raising the single father about to kill him, until, well..
". . . . Bright. . . Brighteyes" whispered Hacklord, staring at that man, who was left confused and terrified. Brighteyes? Had heard of her, it is more, had met her. One of the former administrators of Roblox, but. . . He looked like her? No. I doubted.
"B-Bright. . . What?" His breathing was agitated, and he prayed that time would end at the same instant. He was afraid and confused.
". . . No, you’re not her." he whispered softly, noting how 007 remained static upon having said this. Anyway, it was the final seconds. . . Hacklord approached 007n7.
"You’re as beautiful as she is, so adorable." Her sharp hand gently passed over the man’s cheek. . .
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Hacklord felt something he had not felt in years after his wife’s death. He felt warmth.
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Sadly it was false, although that feeling was very addictive. The unmarried father’s breath was out of control by fear, how cute.
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Love at first sight would call him, he had already seen that look. Only that it was the first time I was afraid in his eyes, 007n7 was afraid of him.
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"What’s your name?" He whispered, stroking the other’s cheek gently, so delicate that it seemed as if a porcelain doll was about to break.
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". . . . 00. . . 007. . ." The constant stuttering was what attracted him most, his disheveled, careless look, really this was the man that all that bunch of cheap survivors hated?
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"Seven" A smile was witnessed, his hand put aside the caresses and went to intertwine with the other hand. He still felt the tremor. . .
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"My dear. . . Dear, Seven." He muttered, his face came closer to that of the man.
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Seven was terrified, but felt his cheeks blush, what was this? Why did he blush? Was this necessary? Were you flattered by the words of a murderer?
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". . . You’re mine." He could finally give him a soft kiss, which 007n7 didn’t understand, how did he feel? Disgusted? Missed. Didn’t understand, didn’t know. His body was still shaking and he was probably about to burst into tears.
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The kiss did not last long, 007n7 disappeared at that instant. That made Hacklord angry, he had found his wife, it was her. . . It was her, I knew. It had to be her. . .
". . . We will meet again, Brighteyes." he said as a statement to the wind, he was so shattered by his wife’s death. Even that didn’t justify anything, I just had to know what this 007n7 was like.
You should tell him by that name now, right?. . .
The man appeared in the cabin at once, his breath was agitated and his eyes somewhat clouded. But like fear, there was some nervousness and doubt in his mind.
-7!- Shedletsky shouted, running to him and checking if he had any damage after such a round. For his luck there was nothing.
"Hey, I'm. . . I’m fine Shed." He smiled with weakness, still had several things in his mind that overwhelmed him. And just when I was overwhelmed, the others came up to see if I was okay. Have you definitely seen what that Hacklord did, this was embarrassing knowing that the man was very similar to Shedletsky, would you think he had some kind of fetish with the SFOTH champion? He definitely wanted the earth to swallow him at that time.
"That Hacklord is crazy, are you okay, 7?" said Elliot approaching and checking out 007n7.
"Yeah, I said I’m fine. . ." He tried to be nice and not let his overwhelmed mind say something strong or cruel.
"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Seven is very overwhelmed right now, too. . . It’s my fault for leaving alone" the group looked at each other and nodded to each other, although Tadeo approached with a threatening look towards the former admin.
"Watch out for anything you say, bird man. . . I’m watching you." He growled and retired, definitely that child was overprotective, did not know the reason but it was also not something to worry much.
Shedletsky stroked 007n7’s back gently to reassure him.
"Forgive me Seven for. . . I have left you alone."
"Shed, your quiet. I appreciate the helpful and your work to protect the rest, you do not have to worry about me." when you said that suddenly a notification appeared on your watch. A new skin?
"SKIN RECEIVED" "you look familiar. . . Bright."
Brightn7!
If 007n7’s suffering was fun, he would have really laughed. That skin had the former administrator’s clothes, his characteristic glasses and his ponytail with the difference that this was dropped.
007n7 was stunned by what he saw. His mind began to doubt and question many things, Shedletsky noticed that and looked at the clock of 007n7.
Shed’s ex-wife... his look was also somewhat stunned. Why would the Spectre give 007n7 a skin like that? Even 007 had a very direct connection to Brighteyes.
". . . This is a bad joke of that thing. Don’t use it for any reason when Hacklord appears." He spoke, looking at the clock, took it by the hand as if making a silent promise about what would happen in the future and a protection that he would give him.
007n7 looked him in the eye, noticing his security and mixed feelings. He swallowed a little and nodded with some emotion, feeling somewhat secure in spite of everything.
It could be said that between the former administrator and the former hacker, there was a connection beyond what would be mentioned to a platonic friendship
The start of a game. The killer for this game was Hacklord
007n7 remained hidden with Shedletsky, talking about mundane things before reaching that place, although they already knew each other from before. Things had happened that did not make them known at all (more for the clear crimes against private property of 007n7.)
—Hey, whatever happens. . Scream, we’re all going to your help.- Shedletsky said, it was clear that he had already kept up with the rest of the situation.
Suddenly, a glitch happened on the body of the man with a hamburger hat. Showing up again with, that new suit they gave him.
. . . WHAT THE FUCK?" He screamed with some panic, really Spectre wanted more dramatic and funny things to happen for his good (while you see him there drinking his coffee, enjoying his novel of the 9 o'clock, so cute)
Shedletsky was somewhat startled, cursed that Wraith in a low voice. Taking arm to 007n7 and start running away to hide it from Hacklord.
—You’d better stay here for the rest of the round. I’ll get Builderman and Guest. Please DON’T LET HIM FIND YOU.- He looked very excited and worried. And who not, practically that new killer, was someone obsessed.
The corpses of Elliot and Dusekkar could be seen in the distance, and they seemed to have been torn apart mercilessly. In the distance they can hear the screams of Hacklord "Where is Brighteyes?!" "Where is Christina?".
Shedletsky swallowed and took 007n7 by the hand.
"Teleport, he’s nearby." He looked at him and smiled to give him some comfort and security.
007n7 nodded softly, and squeezed his skill instantly, ready to vanish from there. Just at that moment, quick, heavy steps were heard. Shedletsky grabbed his sword, ready to defend 007n7 and prevent it from being intercepted by. . . . Hacklord.
"CHRISTINA." Hacklord shouted, receiving a slap in the face. He grunted and looked up, noticing how 007n7 disappeared and his other version of him remained. His gaze darkened.
"You." Whispered Hacklord. Raising his sword. . .
"Well, a fight doesn’t hurt me after all dear. . . Friend?" He mocked, still spreading his sword. Ready to fight.
"You’re not taking Christina away from me." He mentioned coldly, starting to walk around that former administrator, he was really out of his mind. And he was ready to attack.
"007 is not Christina, Hacklord. and if you want to go for it, you’re gonna have to go over me and my team. 007n7 is our friend, and we’re not going to let some obsessed piece of shit decide that he’s your dead wife." Growl, I really wanted to fight for him. Not only by their friendship, it was clear their emotions for that man. And seeing that someone wanted him just to "look like" a person, he felt his anger grow little by little.
". . . With that you and your team." He looked at him with coldness, understanding and curiosity. These were not the ones who hated and marginalised 007n7? They were really hypocrites.
Then, he came up with an idea. He looked at the stopwatch, how fast had time passed? I had just killed the pizza delivery man and the gambler. . . It was a shame.
Hacklord looked at Shedletsky for the last time, and showed a smile certainly of victory, he knew he would win. He was totally confident.
Shedletsky noticed this, and his brow frowned more. He was about to attack him, but it seemed that the world had other plans since, the round ended at that instant.
Hacklord came out of the abandoned cabin where the assassins lived. His walk was passive and quiet towards the darkness of the forest.
He looked forward without fear or doubt, just a clear idea in mind. Christina, or as he now called himself, 007n7.
The reincarnations were curious, but he would not refuse to say that really the gender was of how little he cared, he just wanted to have his wife with him.
Then, in all the inner thought of that being full of hate. It appeared.
- [ My dear] Child. What is [THAT] your heart desires.-
That being murmured in his monotonous and certainly empty voice.
". . . My dear Spectre, I have a request for you. Forgive me for interrupting so soon," prayed Hacklord, kneeling before the Spectre.
". . . And in what [BENEFITS] can you bring me your so [BELOVED] request, my son?" Some eyes appeared in the so dense void that was behind those trees of the artificial forest.
Hacklord smiled sweetly, lowering his face to that being. Showing devotion.
The disgusted looks, the insults returned. Situations in which 007n7 was equally ignored.
How did everything return to a similar situation at the beginning of that suffering?
Whispers were heard for days behind your back, crude hints that you are out of any activity outside the rounds same, is more, not in the rounds was taken into account.
"Stop bothering us with things about your son, 007n7. We're fed up." said grudgingly Elliot, walking away from the single father, was after one of the rounds of c00lkidd. They were probably tired of his behavior.
But, it didn’t make sense either. 007n7 helped a lot in the round, generators, clones, protection that was seen as bad.
At first, 007 would not have cared to be the outcast, because he really deserved it for his past inhumane acts. But, they gave him a chance to be included, their relationship had improved and they saw that true change of man. Why were they marginalizing him again?
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007n7 approached Shedletsky, sitting next to him something. . . Uncomfortable, he also hated it?
". . . Hey" he whispered with some doubt, before full of confidence. Before where I could talk normally, everything returned to a being full of clumsiness and shyness.
Shedletsky turned his gaze to him and then looked at the lake.
". . . I did something?. . . Everyone is looking at me funny again." Finally revealed after a while.
"That was what you did not say, 007n7." Shedletsky spoke, it seemed a tone disappointed, resentful and indifferent.
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"Falling in love with you, something stupid." Shedletsky revealed, turning his gaze to him.
"A crippled, pathetic man who doesn’t even serve to help, cries for a child who was a lost cause even years ago. What? Are you going to cry now and complain for telling the truth?" he snorted as if he was going to laugh.
"Learn to be a real man, or better. Kill yourself, here we were all well without your presence." In Shedletsky’s eyes it was noticeable as his pupils gently contracted, which 007n7 did not notice.
You could see, the man’s empty gaze, how probably those words broke the little dignity he possessed 007n7. Beginning to question his trust towards the rest of people, towards Shedletsky.
"I already tried Shedletsky." He turned his gaze to the lake, feeling pathetic and. . . Broken, it was definitely broken. Not only for having discovered a love that was reciprocated and then torn off as if it were a fucking piece of paper, but for how he stupidly believed that he would have been forgiven. That no one hated it, that the rest now included it, now, no. . . Everything seemed to have been orchestrated to make fun of him and his pathetic way of clinging to someone.
". . . . I would have accepted your feelings, if they had been real. If the feeling of all had been real." He rose abruptly and left the dock, leaving Shedletsky alone.
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Shedletsky felt the bile run down his throat, finally releasing everything that had been consumed that day. Tears poured down his cheeks to the chin, he swore to say other things. He swore to mean a different feeling, why had I said something like that near him? Shit, he must have listened to Builderman.
He should have listened to the rest and not talk to 007n7, in the end the same happened to him as the rest. Something he never meant to say, something he didn’t even say voluntarily.
The round began.
007n7 was looked at, that skin. Today it was Hacklord’s turn.
His cheeks were stained, and his eyes were slightly swollen by the cries of the night before.
Had appeared next to Guest, who at just seeing it. . . He walked away, and went the other way.
007n7 clenched his lips, it was not time to cry. He decided to try again to help. . . Even if they treated him that way.
Although that did not last long, Elliot had pushed him.
"You better mind your own fucking business, you selfish piece of shit. We’ll help out properly." He walked away, Elliot was not like that, but 7 was not in a position to analyze the situation properly. Again feeling tears on his already stained cheeks, they were right. . . He was pathetic.
Hacklord, as if he were his savior. He had eliminated Elliot in just one click, then ran to his beloved. Taking it by the cheeks with those sharp hands.
Those sharp hands that had once been a danger, finally felt like a consolation from so much mistreatment in these weeks.
"Oh, 007. . . My beloved" the whispered and gently smeared the cheek of 7 with some blood, which did not bother him too much.
". . ." 007n7 looked down on the floor, and finally broke out in tears, clinging to him as if he were his savior from that suffering and distress.
Hacklord got the confidence of "Christina" in just 4 words, again.
"You look beautiful in that suit. . . Don’t listen to them," he whispered, showing a sweet smile on his face. He could finally be with Christina, finally stop having that emptiness that had once existed in his heart.
-. . . And what could [ WIN ] me if I grant you this favor?- THAT doubted, the request given by that man left him very confused or intrigued.
"Christina. . . Ah, 007. The outcast of the group, wouldn’t it be fun for you to see him relapse? Feel one day that he was accepted. Then to see how they all repudiate him as if those displays of affection were false, useless and stupid." He smiled maliciously, noted an onomatopoeic coming from the Spectre.
The Spectre did not deny that it would be fun to see his favorite toy suffer again. At present, just seeing him crying in his room for being a bad person in the past was already very repetitive, and I would see it as something amusing to see an obsessed man stay with who he believes was his wife. What a twisted way to show your love for someone who’s dead.
Use a stranger, make him believe that you love him for who he is, when you are with this for the memory of. . . Someone else.
Certainly wanted to see where that went.
—Huh. . . [INTERESTING]. . . I would need to ask your [REASONS] why you ask for such a mundane thing as that. . . But, just by seeing you I can guess it. . .-
THAT, showed a panel, and showed how it changed some codes in front of Hacklord.
-. . . [ALL] of you, Hacklord.- Finally, the Spectre disappeared.
007n7 slept peacefully on Hacklord’s chest. Looked like a vivid image of Brighteyes finally, his hair finally dyed a saturated purple, and those glasses in his eyes.
The remaining survivors of that round stayed away, trying to communicate with 007n7. Impossible by his involuntary change of vocabulary towards him.
The killers didn’t dare to say anything either. After all, they were the main witnesses of that toxic life between the killer and the survivor.
They couldn’t do anything, Hacklord loved him. He loved Brighteyes, he loved her.
And that was noticeable in the constant misgendering towards 007n7, which the single father was uncomfortable with. But, Hacklord was his only pillar to lean on. The only pillar where he could feel safe, why should he ruin that for something that didn’t matter? (If it did, but. It was better to minimize it just to keep it.)
After all he was like her.
Like her.