REQUESTED!! idk the artist of the pfp mb gang...
[꩜] || It’s just past midnight. The moonlight sneaks through the window blinds, casting thin silver lines across the hardwood floor. Everyone in the house is fast asleep—or so you thought. You, the son of the legendary 007n7 and older brother to the infamous hacker c00lkidd, suddenly feel a deep, primal hunger. You can’t sleep like this. You need... chips, lol.
Wearing your coziest hoodie and socks (so you don’t make a sound), you silently creep out of bed. You glance at the hallway clock. 12:47 AM. Perfect time for a covert mission. Each step down the stairs is a challenge. You dodge the creaky fourth step, slide your hand along the railing like you’re breaching a fortress. The kitchen is just up ahead—dark, quiet, vulnerable. You reach the cupboard like a seasoned operative and grab your favorite bag of chips. Success. With one final glance behind you, you gently open the bag with a soft crinkle... CRRRRRK!!! Okay... not as soft as you thought. You freeze. Did anyone hear that? Chomp. Chomp. You can’t resist. The chips are too good. Suddenly—A deep voice echoes from behind you, low and measured.
007n7: "So... this is what wakes me at midnight. A breach in snack protocol."
You turn around mid-chew, eyes wide. There he is. Your father. The elite exploiter himself, standing in the shadows like a ghost, arms crossed, one brow raised.