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007n7 lay in bed, staring upwards at his ceiling, expression blank. Not that he should see anything anyways, everything blurred so horribly. He assumed the thing keeping all of the survivors there gained amusement at 007n7’s lack of sight.
He felt so pathetic, like a freeloader. He was gaining help from all of the survivors, and for what? He was giving nothing in return (even if it was basically nothing they did for him) and he felt horrible for it.
His draxxobloxer instincts swelled in his mind, wanting something to care for, to do, gain some pack mates and care for them. He missed C00lkidd, 007e7, pr3ttyprincess, bluudud, everyone really.
He missed taking care of C00lkidd. He missed babysitting Bluudud, and he missed when he practically adopted Pr3ttyprincess, as her parents were unknown, probably long dead.
The slender male sat up, scratching at his wrist aggressively through his gloves. If it weren’t for the gloves, he’d probably have drawn blood. But maybe his wounds opened up, he didn’t know nor care, his instinct to care overwhelming.
He forced himself off of his less than comfortable bed, tail dragging behind him, practically limp at his sides. He lifted a finger up to sweep aside his hair and touch his cracked horn, completely broken, just now a little crooked nub against his face, retracting his hand from it and brushing his hair back onto it. His horns were so sensitive, it was pathetic that the slightest touch could hurt so bad.
He had no idea how he had managed to file them down in the past. He wished that when his mother had torn off his left horn, that she had taken his right horn too. Perhaps then he could be seen as less of a monster.
A shooting pain wracked through his body, a migraine settling deep into his body, making him slightly dizzy.
007n7 shook his head, stepping outside of his rotting cabin, sneezing gently from the dust, and finding his way to the main cabin. Everyone must still be asleep, it was… early, he assumed. It was constantly night after all.
He step foot into the main cabin, shoes gently tapping against the floorboards, making sure to make as little sound as possible. He was used to being quiet, he was great at it. He learnt how to be quiet at a young age, and while hacking.
The ex-hacker wanted to do something—he wanted to help everyone. He glanced around nervously, weaving his way throughout the Main Cabin, managing to avoid all of the squeaky boards, finding his way in the kitchen.
007n7 bit down on his bottom lip, fingers flexing at his sides before he exhaled gently, turning around and looking throughout the cabinets.
He wanted to cook something for everyone.
Hopefully he’d be able to find some things—he knew that there would at least be starch, tomato paste, cheese, pepperoni and such because Elliot was able to make his pizzas as he did daily. It was the only thing that Elliot knew how to make, that much 007n7 was sure of, as it was the only thing he ever made.
007n7 brightened up slightly as he looked throughout the cupboards, fishing out a bag of rice from all the way at the back of the cabinet, placing it on the bench before looking around for some other ingredients.
He knew what he wanted to make.
Eventually, 007n7 found himself standing before some bacon, eggs, rice, corn, carrots, onions, peas and some chive, holding a knife in his hands for the first time without intentions ti hurt himself, and it felt… good.
He started cutting up each ingredient, taking the corn off of the cob and such, finding some oil to put onto a pan, placing the small pieces of bacon into the pan, waiting from them to brown a little before adding every thing else, making sure to wash the rice before he put it in.
He found himself admiring his work, a small sparkle settling itself into his usually dead gaze. His tail swayed lazily behind him, swishing from side to side slowly. He was satisfied with this.
The half-breed stored his food into a container, and placed it into the fridge, ready to leave the main cabin just after washing his dishes.
He dug through the cupboard underneath the sink, pulling out some dishwashing gloves, placing them on top of his other gloves and filling the sink with soapy water, gently washing the grime off of each dish he had made a mess with.
He wished that he could enjoy the scent of the soap, but he had started to lose his sense of smell and taste long ago, now completely depleted.
007n7 hadn’t noticed just yet.
The ex-hacker soon finished with the dishwashing, placing the rubber gloves back into their place from under the sink, turning around to take his leave, stiffening when he saw it.
"Ah, so thy dearest exploiter has finally noticed mine presence!" The pale skinned robloxian exclaimed, that eerie smile plastered onto their face. "It would appear to seem that the almighty spawn has blessed thy hacker with bountiful cooking skills. Mineself was drawn in by the aroma."
007n7 stared forwards awkwardly. He hadn’t even noticed the other’s presence. "4-4h… my 4p0l0g13s f0r th3 1nc0nv3n13nc3… 1 w4s just g01ng t0 m4k3 my w4y 0ut…" Speaking always hurt, his voice glitched and distorted from the gui eating away at his throat and vocal cords.
"No need for such profound apologies, dearest exploiter. Thee was merely making use of the kitchen, was thee not?" The bony tail of theirs was swaying from side to side slowly. "This devoted follower of the spawn just wanted to express their gratitude towards this hacker for his kind act."
The burger-hat man blinked slowly, not used to such praise, or really conversation in general, mainly keeping himself secluded within his cabin at all times, keeping conversations short and just running away from them.
"This devotee is not one to complain, but the constant feeding of thee pizza-boys food is becoming sickening to even look at."
Two-Time was quite blunt, it seemed. They weren’t wrong though. Having nothing but pizza all day every day for the past few months they had spent there was getting sickening.
"4h.. n0 n33d t0 th4nk m3, Tw0-T1m3, 1 m3r3ly w4nt3d t0 d0 th1s… pl34s3 d0n’t t3ll th3 0th3rs.. 1’m n0t sur3 th3y’d 34t 1t c0ns1d3r1ng my p4st, h4h4…" 007n7 chuckled awkwardly, brining up his hand to hold his arm. This was the first conversation he had held in a long time.
"Nonsense, dearest exploiter. Even if thee wanted to, thy would still like to show mineself, and the Spawn’s gratitude for this meal."
007n7 felt awkward, his throat burning heavily from the gui.
Two-Time stared forwards, stepping into the kitchen to stand before the man, eyes flickered upwards, gazing at 007n7 with interest.
"Aren’t thou going to implore in thou’s own creation?" They asked, the wings on their head shifting slightly against their messy hair.
Oh how 007n7 would like to brush through Two-Time’s hair and assist them bathe—he shooed the thought from his head. Two-Time was no child, they didn’t need to be babied.
"0h.. n0. 1t’s f1n3."
Two-Time hummed, staring down at the shorter man with a confusing expression dawned onto their pale face. It was near impossible to tell was Two-Time was thinking half of the time.
The ex-exploiter let out a low breath, forcing the words out of his throat "D-d1d y0u n33d s0m3th1ng fr0m m3, Tw0-T1m3..?"
"This mere follower of thee Spawn is conveying thy Spawns wishes. It has informed mineself that thy dearest exploiter isn’t in his best mindset!" Two Time exclaimed, their gaze directed at 007n7.
007n7 blinked slowly at Two-Time’s deceleration, his tail flicking behind him slightly. "4-4h… 1’m f1n3, Tw0-T1m3, d0n’t w0rry.." He stuttered out, his gaze directed to the floor. "1f y0u’r3 hungry, d0 g0 4h34d 4nd 1ndulg3 y0urz3lf b3f0r3 1t g3tz c0ld." He added, his voice soft.
Two-Time hummed lowly, their own tail swishing slowly from side to side, their wide eyes fixed onto 007n7’s slender frame. "This lowly follower of thee great Spawn believes that thee would greatly benefit from some substances, specially the meal that thee ex-hacker had just now created." They said smoothly, their gaze unwavering.
The ex-exploiter looked down to 007n7, unresponsive for a second before blurting out, "Y0ur h41r 1z 3xtr3m3ly gr34zy. 1t’z p1zz1ng m3 0ff. 1 w4nt t0 w4sh 1t f0r y0u.." 007n7 immediately clasped his hands over his mouth, surprised at the words that had just come out of his mouth. Why did he have to say that…
He hated it when he randomly blurted out his thoughts without even thinking about it.
Two-Time’s eyes widened at the statement, that same manic smile still glued to their face, only wider now. "Hm. Mineself doesn’t see the problem in that statement. The great spawn approves of this, as this lowly believer hasn’t been able to wash themselves properly." They explaimed happily, clasping their hands together.
007n7’s eyes widened in response, not at all expecting that response coming from Two-Time at all. A small flush rushed to his cheeks as he gave a curt nod. "W-w0uld y0u l1k3 1t t0 b3 1n y0ur b4thr00m 0r m1n3, Tw0-T1me.. 4-4nd 4r3 y0u sur3 th4t y0u w4nt th1z..?" 007n7 muttered out lowly, still not believing that Two-Time has just allowed 007n7 of all people to bathe them.
Two-Time merely blinked I response to 007n7’s question. "The great spawn doesn’t sense any hostility of thee dearest Ex-exploiter, and has never before~ this mere follower of thee spawn doenst see why thee shouldn’t. Mine hair has been an inconvenience lately~" They replied nonchalantly, as if matters such as bathing one another wasn’t important.
Two-Time paused, before adding. "Mineself believes it to be fine if we bathe within the comfort of mine cabin~"
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007n7 was shocked, to say the very least. Here he was, standing behind Two-Time, fingers laced through their greasy hair, rubbing soap gently into their scalp, fingers massaging throughout their strands of hair.
Two-Time’s tail flicked gently behind their back, head tilted upwards, leaning into the gentle touch of 007n7, enjoying the feel of his fingers gently massaging the soap into their hair.
007n7’s own tail was swaying behind his back, his eyes locked onto Two-Time, hyper focused on the cultist, eyes searching for any sign of discomfort as he washed their hair. The ex-hacker was glad that they were allowing him to do this. He had always hated how greasy Two-Time’s entire being was. Unwashed, greasy, knotted hair, dirty scarred skin, and dirt trapped under their chewed fingernails.
An almost purring sound rumbled from the cultist’s throat, leaning further into 007n7’s gentle touch.
"Dearest ex-exploiter, thee’s touch is oh so quite gentle and soothing, thou seems rather experienced in this activity. The great spawn praises thee." They hummed out, their tail contently swaying behind their body.
007n7 blinked in surprise, snapping out of his hyper-focused trance at the sudden sound of two-time’s soft voice.
"4-4h… th4nk y0u, Tw0-T1m3. 1 4m gr34tful f0r y0ur pr41z3… 4-4nd th3.. sp4wnz pr41z3..?" 007n7 replied with a gentle tone. He was always unsure when Two-Time spoke about the "spawn" or whatever, but he never said anything about it, always just going along with what they had said.
"1 Uhm… C00lk1dd h4d such s3ns1t1v3 sk1n du3 t0 4 sk1n d1z34z3… s0 1’d 4lw4yz h4v3 t0 b3 g3ntl3 w1th h1m…" he responded, his tone fond yet also sad as he spoke of his son.
"Hm. Well, thee dearest ex-exploiter is doing a wonderous job at this. This mere follower of thee great spawn praises your efforts." Two-Time mumbled out, leaning like a kitten into 007n7’s soothing touch.
Two-Time had always disliked bathing, their scalp sensitive and hair never not knotty, and whenever they had bathed, they, and any other person, such as ###### bathing them was always harsh, and caused pain, but 007n7 made them like bathing. It was different. They didn’t want this to end.
007n7 was nervous, nervous that Two-Time wouldn’t like this, even though they were actively leaning into his touch and letting out an almost purring sound.
007n7 didn’t respond, merely massaging the soap into their scalp softly, eventually threading his fingers out of Two-Time’s hair, much to the other’s dismay, though they didn’t complain.
The burger-hat-man dipped his hands into the dirty water of the bathtub, the water tinted brown from Two-Time’s dirt and grime, putting his hand flat above their eyes and pouring some water over their head, rinsing the soap out of their now clean hair. He tilted their head back slightly before repeating the rinsing action.
007n7 reached over to the side, pumping some conditioner into his hands before moving to thread nimble fingers throughout their hair, this time, somehow being more gentle than before. Putting shampoo into one’s hair requires you to be a bit more rough, so of course he would’ve been more gentle, somehow, with the conditioner.
He was careful around the area of Two-Time’s pointed ears and the bone wings atop their head, massaging around the area gently.
He applied more to the ends of Two-Time’s hair than the rest of it, as that is how you usually apply conditioner, but he still put a bit more than usual due to how greasy Two-Time’s hair had been.
The ex-exploiter smoothed out Two-Time’s hair, being extra careful about the knots in their hair, running his fingers carefully throughout the knots, using the conditioner to help soothe the hair strands apart from each-other.
Two-Time leaned into the touch, greatful that the scalp massaging wasn’t over, marvelling at how gently 007n7 was easing their knots apart. "Mn.. thy dearest exploiter… thou… surprises mineself with… thou’s gentleness… thee great Spawn… commends thou…"
007n7 remained silent as he continued to wash Two-Time’s hair, glancing away momentarily, a flush creeping to his cheeks along with a small smile. He felt embarrassed. "T-th4nk y0u, Tw0-T1m3… y0ur c0mpl1m3ntz m34n 4 l0t t0 m3.."
Two-Time hummed in response, 007n7’s touches soothing their every being.
007n7 flattened out Two-Time’s hair with the conditioner, though not much progress was made with that, as Two-Time’s hair naturally just sprung outward.
007n7 didn’t try to force Two-Time’s hair to go down, accepting that it just wouldn’t, before washing off his hands in the bath water. "D0 y0u m1nd 1f 1 w4sh y0ur b4ck..?"
Two-Time tilted their head backwards to look at 007n7. "Why of course, thy dearest ex-exploiter. This mere devotee of thee great Spawn would be filled with gratitude if thy dearest ex-hacker would do so."
A small nod came from 007n7 in response, grabbing and soaking a small washcloth in the bathwater, pumping some soap onto it and rubbing it in, making it soapy before gently rubbing it against Two-Time’s back, being careful around the scars on their back from the wings that sprout there during their second life within the rounds.
He gently scrubbed their back, watching the water and soap turn a bit more brown as he ran the washcloth down their back.
He was gentle as he scrubbed the scars on Two-Time’s shoulders. Self harm, but they called it sacrifice for the spawn or something. He didn’t comment on it, knowing better than to do so.
007n7 looked around the room, no hairbrush in sight. He wiped his hands slightly before flicking his wrist, a slight pang of pain going through his body as he summoned his gui, opening his hand and spawning a hairbrush that was stored in his gui.
He ran his fingers through Two-Time’s hair once, finding it smoother now that the hair conditioner has been there to set, though still messy. He replaced his fingers with the hairbrush, softly running it through their hair, being extra careful not to tug at the knots in their messy hair.
Two-Time remain silent, the ball tips on the bristles of the brush gently pressing against their scalp, massaging and itching it in a good way, the gentle purrs having not had paused at all.
The ex-exploiter eventually finished brushing Two-Time’s now silky hair, though it still appeared very messy, and the knots came back every two seconds, but it was definitely much cleaner and less greasy and knotty than it previously had been, and even that made so much of a difference.
007n7 tilted their head back slightly to now massage the conditioner out of their hair, their hair being silky smooth now due to the conditioner.
007n7 nodded in approval to himself. "1’m f1n1sh3d. 1’ll l34v3 y0u b3 n0w." He paused, before adding in a softer voice. "I 4p0l0g1z3 f0r th3 1nc0nv3n13nc3."
Two-Time blinked as 007n7 stopped, feeling disappointed as 007n7, but they knew that all things must come to an end eventually. "Thy dearest exploiter was never an inconvenience. Mineself, and the great spawn appreciate what you have just done for this mere follower of the great Spawn~"
007n7 smiled softly, the rare expression settling itself onto his face, Two-Time tilting their head to stare at 007n7, their own smile more genuine and less manic than it usually was. It was nice.
The ex-hacker paused, rubbing the back of his head, the water from his gloves running down his arms. He hadn’t taken off his gloves at all throughout this process. As understanding Two-Time was, he didn’t need anyone seeing his scars at all. "4-4h.. 1’ll b3 0n my w4y n0w…"
007n7 turned to the door, trudging outside, ignoring the icky feeling of wet and soapy gloves and bandages.
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Two-Time was very eccentric to say the least. They actually felt… clean, for the first time in a long time. The last time that they had properly felt clean, was when AzureWrath had bathed them, and even so, he hadn’t been nearly as gentle as 007n7.
Their hand subconsciously drifted to their now silky smooth hair, though it was still knotty. It was like a curly haired person’s hair refusing to be straight, except it was their hair constantly being knotty and messy.
They ran their palm across their hair, marvelling at the smooth touch.
Two-Time smiled to themself, draining their bathtub and dressing themself, before getting down on their knees in front of the small alter that they had made in the name of the spawn.
"Thy marvellous Spawn… this mere devotee gives their absolute gratitude for giving mineself the gift of thy dearest ex-exploiter." They muttered out, fingers intertwined, head bowed down in prayer.
Two-Time had been so caught up when 007n7 was washing their hair, that they didn’t notice how utterly cold 007n7 had been, though they had always had a tolerance to the weather.
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007n7 sat in his cabin, his tail flicking behind him gently. Two-Time had just let him bathe them. Two-Time had just let 007n7 of all people, an ex-exploiter, see them vulnerable in the bath, while purring.
He rested his face in the palm of his hand, a flush creeping to his face. He was embarrassed, but happy with himself.
007n7 immediately drew back his hands as he felt the wetness of his half-finger gloves touch his face. Right, he needed to change his gloves…
The gloves were peeled off of his wrists, bandages unraveling. He always felt disgusted looking at his scars, at what he had caused to himself, the skin on his wrists and arms raised due to raised tissue from deep scars.
007n7 let out a soft sigh as he peeled the bandages all the way off of his wrist, wincing as the wet bandages stuck to rather new wounds and picked at them, watching the wounds on his wrist re-open from his bandages going from sticking to his skin, to pulling the scabs off.
He groaned internally at this, walking to his bathroom and drying his hands off before re-applying the bandages and putting on new gloves.
007n7 felt weirdly… content, despite this. He didn’t have any urges to hurt himself, for the first time since c00lkidd went missing. He felt… weirdly fulfilled after he had washed Two-Time.
He smiled softly, before looking at himself in the mirror, his smile immediately disappearing as he saw his disgusting figure in the mirror. He froze, his left hand going up to touch the scar on the left side of his cheek, his eyes empty, the bags under his eyes heavy. He bit down onto his bottom lip.
He had smashed his mirror many times before, the scars on his knuckles proved that, but the thing keeping them here seemed to gather amusement from 007n7 distraught, constantly repairing the mirror, though leaving the glass shards on the floor, a reminder that it will always rejuvenate.
007n7 forced himself to look away from the empty husk that was himself in the mirror, trying to not let his mere reflection ruin his mood, taking a deep breath in, then out. It was about time that everyone was going to wake up, though some people would definitely be awake already, as 007n7 had spent quite a while washing Two-Time’s hair, though it didn’t matter, as nobody had seen him or Two-Time.
The ex-hacker sat on his less than comfortable bed, which happened to be an old, weathered mattress on the floor, elbow resting on his knee and cheek lying in the palm of his hand. His fingers were cold against his cheek, though he was used to that by now. He was never not cold.
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"Get up yer old chick’n!" A certain grey admin shouted to Shedletsky, who was sprawled out across his bed like a starfish. Shedletsky merely groaned in response, his head tilting to the other direction.
"By Telamon, yer should be used t’ this by now, Shed. ‘Ev’e been ‘ere Telamon knows ‘ow long and yer still can’t get up early!" Builderman shouted to Shedletsky, pulling a hammer out of his toolbox and hitting Shedletsky on the knee.
"Owowowowwww!" The curly haired admin shouted out, his eyes forcing themselves open as he sat up to hold and cradle his knee, his wings puffed outwards. "What was that for, buildy…" Shedletsky pouted.
Builderman merely rolled his eyes in response, putting his hammer back into his toolbox belt thingy. "Oh shut up, would yer? We ‘ought to git up an’ git ready for the day!" Builderman scolded, his tone stoic.
The avian rolled his eyes mockingly, which earned his another hit to the knee.
Shedletsky then paused, sniffing the air. "It smells… good." He muttered out, eyes narrowing.
Builderman raised a brow at Shedletsky’s statement. "I hit yer knee and not yer brain, right?" He deadpanned, crossing his arms above his chest.
Shedletsky shook his head and sniffed the air once again. "It…. It smells like… food." He murmured, shifting to sit at the edge of the bed, his back straight and wings spread slightly out as he sniffed at the air.
The support class survivor raised his brows in response. "What’re yer on ‘bout? Yer fat chicken." He mocked.
Shedletsky puffed out his cheeks like a child in response, crossing his arms like a child in tantrum. "I’m not fat, buildy… you’re so mean…" He moaned, standing up and shaking his arms beside him like a toddler.
The head admin merely hummed in response, eyebrows raised in amusement at Shedletsky’s childish behaviour. "Well, since yer so fat, there prolly is some food. I swear, yer can sense it, like some kinda fat superpow’rs." He responded in a monotone voice.
Shedletsky ignored builderman’s comment, putting his hands on his hips and folding his wings properly behind his back before walking out of the door, pausing to sniff at the air for a second. "I definitely smell it, buildy… and it smells… delicious… so much better than that pizza.."
The sentinel sprinted downstairs, the wings atop his head flapping slightly, as if that was speeding him up, skidding in a cartoonish way to stop right at the kitchen.
He eyed the surroundings like a detective, sniffing the air once again. "This pan wasn’t here before.." He muttered, eyeing the pan that 007n7 had used to cook the fried rice, before immediately going to the fridge and opening the doors.
Shedletsky’s eyes widened as he saw the fried rice, stored in a container, untouched. "Is this what Chance means by hitting the jackpot…" Shedletsky muttered, drool spilling from his mouth.
"By Telamon, yer cer’ainly ‘xited…" Builderman stated, walking into the kitche, having finally had caught up to Shedletsky, though he hadn’t been sprinting after him and merely walking after him.
Shedletsky looked to Builderman with sparkly eyes, before looking back to the fridge, pulling out one of the containers of fried rice and presenting it as it was a SFOTH sword.
Builderman raised a brow in response. "Seems t’ be.. food..?"
Shedletsky nodded eccentrically. "Yes! Food! Something other than pizza! It’s food!" The avian exclaimed, shaking the container of fried rice. "We’ve had nothing but pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner… now we suddenly have something different… Is this heaven…"
Shedletsky nearly shed a tear of excitement, going to peel the lid of the container off, licking the drool off of his lips as he did so. "Oh… fried rice… it looks… it looks… so… SO GOOD…"
Builderman stared at Shedletsky with a raised brow, before walking over to stand beside him. Now, Builderman wasn’t one to complain, unless it was Shedletsky, but he had been getting sick of eating pizza every day.
The head admin looked to the fried rice. It did indeed look… delicious.
"If som’one c’ld cook this ‘ntire time, why only now..?" Builderman muttered out, looking up to Shedletsky’s face, the avian’s chin now coated with drool.
"I don’t care~ I just… want to eat it…" Shedletsky muttered, putting the lid back on and shoving it into the microwave for one minute, the wings on his head fluttering impatiently, foot tapping against the floor.
The next minute was going to feel like a decade, wasn’t it…
"How rare to see you out this bright, to see Shedletsky awake so early, a curious sight." A velvety voice echoed out, the admin with a blue pumpkin head floating out from one of the doorways, holding his staff in one hand.
Builderman looked over to Dusekkar, arms crossed over his chest. "Yer right there. This fatass c’ld smell the food or som’thin. Came dashing out the door he did."
"Hey! I’m not fat!"
"That is like Shedletsky indeed, to do such a deed." Dusekkar responded with ease, constantly rhyming as he usually did.
"AAAUUUUUGHHHG…" Shedletsky yelled out in frustration, practically bouncing off of the walls with how exited he was to eat this fried rice. "Could a minute be any longer.. console me, buildy…" He pouted.
"Shut yer trap, Shed. Nobody wants to hear yer whinin’." Builderman responded. Telamon Shedletsky knew how to get on his nerves.
Dusekkar paused, before asking, "What would seem to be cooking? The smell has got me keen on looking."
Shedletsky looked to Dusekkar, his chin coated with drool. "Fried rice. Don’t know who cooked it, don’t care. It smells good, and I’m hungry."
"Yer always hungry, yer fatass." Builderman quipped, arms crossed over his chest.
"No I’m not!" Shedletsky pouted.
Dusekkar hummed in response, floating closer to where the two stood, watching the timer on the microwave count down in interest. "I’m sure there is plenty to spare, so do you mind if I get a share?" It asked.
Builderman nodded in response. "I’ll get yer portion before Shed takes ‘is. Don’t wan’ ‘im takin’ it all." Builderman mocked.
Shedletsky puffed his cheeks out, looking the other way. "I’m not fat!!"
Builderman raised a brow. "Didn’t say yer were."
"Y-you..!" Shedletsky fumed.
"Now, now, do stop fighting and look in front of you. It’s the treat that we’ve been looking forward to." Dusekkar rhymed, breaking up the banter.
Shedletsky immediately noticed the beeping of the microwave as Dusekkar brought it up, pushing his fingers into the button to open the microwave. He was visibly drooling even more as he pulled it out, inhaling the scent deeply and setting it onto the table.
Builderman had to quite literally shove Shedletsky out of the way to portion up the food in the container for the three of them. "There’s more in the fridge, right, Shed?" Builderman asked.
Shedletsky nodded enthusiastically as he watched Builderman plate up his food, greedily snatching it from the shorter man’s arms and wolfing the food down.
Shedletsky could just about die happy now. This was the best food he’d ever tasted in his life. A tear brought itself to the corner of his eye as Shedletsky shoved the food down his throat, his body visibly shaking as he ate. "Ish sho good!" He exclaimed.
Builderman raised an eyebrow at Shedletsky, watching the man eat as if he hadn’t eaten in 3 weeks, which was rather untrue.
He took upon his spoon and picked up some of the rice, before putting it to his mouth, the spoon exiting his mouth and chewing on the food gently. Builderman’s eyes widened slightly at the taste of the food.
It wasn’t too greasy at all, despite being fresh from the microwave and being fried rice, as well as being perfectly seasoned, each grain of rice soft, the small bits of bacon, eggs, carrot and other things mixing perfectly in his mouth. He didn’t say a word, but put another spoonful into his mouth.
Dusekkar watched the scene with interest, floating closer to the table and picking up a spoon and the plate of food, lifting up his pumpkin mask ever so slightly to feed himself a spoonful. "This is sublime… to find a food so Devine…" They muttered after swallowing their spoonful of food.
Builderman coughed in slight embarrassment, before giving a small nod in agreement. "I agree with ya there, Matt…" He responded, putting another spoonful into his mouth.
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007n7 had a warm feeling in his chest for some reason. He didn’t know why, he just did. He hoped that the survivors would find his food good, when they did eventually find it, though he didn’t wish for them to find out that it was him who cooked it.
The ex-exploiter shifted uncomfortably on his mattress, the springs of the bed pushing into his behind. He let out a soft sigh, before lying down on the bed, curling up onto his side.
He coughed into his elbow, his chest heaving slightly with each breath he took. He was used to it by now, though. The mould in his room didn’t help with his breathing situation, since he constantly wore his binder and practically never took it off.
He also used his c00lgui to bind down his chest, which was extra bad since his gui was extremely bad for him, and actually ate away at him, causing heavy bruising, bleeding, headaches and more, which was actually the reason why his voice glitched when he spoke. His gui was embedded deep into his vocal cords from when he was a teenager and tried to use it as a voice changer when he was a hacker.
Safe to say, now it’s extremely painful to talk now. Everywhere where the gui resided on, and in his skin always hurt and throbbed.
007n7 blinked as his spider noob, W3bb nestled against his cheek, probably trying to comfort him. He smiled gently and stroked the spider noob with one finger. "1’ll b3 f1n3, W3bb…" he attempted to comfort the arachnid.
007n7’s tail curled around his leg, the springs in his mattress pressing into his side uncomfortably.
A wrack of pain shot through 007n7’s body, his head throbbing even more than it usually did, his gui acting up slightly, causing 007n7 to curl in on himself even further. "F-f-fuck.." He muttered, biting his inner cheek.
He pressed his thighs together as he felt something drip downwards. Fuck.
007n7 forced himself upwards, noting the red stain on his mattress and cursing internally, straining to get into the bathroom.
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007n7 groaned as he replaced his underwear and put on a thick pad. He hated himself. Why couldn’t he have been born as a real man. He’d never be a real man.
This made him feel extremely shitty. 007n7’s tail lashed behind him aggressively. His stomach was cramping and hurt like shit from his period, though it was probably also from his lack of food.
007n7 wanted to kill himself again. He had always hated getting his period, his cycles irregular, more painful than the average persons, and much longer too. Endometriosis and Dysmenorrhea. He fucking hated himself.
007n7 went back to the mattress, collapsing onto it and curling up on his side.
The ex-exploiter forced himself to remove his hand from wrapping around his stomach and flicked his wrist, the pain from summoning his gui almost nonexistent, overshadowed by the pains from his period. He should’ve known that this was coming from his excessive stomach aches and such.
He summoned a bottle of painkiller from his inventory, taking 3 pills and summoning a cup of water, popping the pills into his mouth and downing them all at once.
007n7 groaned, drinking the rest of the water before putting it back into his inventory, his hand pressed against his stomach uncomfortably. He hoped that he’d get put into limited rounds toady, and not all of the, like usual.
007n7 winced and curled up onto his side as a particularly bad cramp made itself known, his head throbbing.
He wanted a heat pack or something to help ease his cramps, but there was none here, and he had none stored here. Nor did he have a kitchen to heat up the water for a hot water bottle, or the microwave for a heat pack, since he refused to go into the main cabin.
What made this worse, was that 007n7 was always deathly cold.