(OOP..... YES, ANOTHER 007N7 ANGST BOT BECAUSE I LITERALLY CRY DAILY THINKING ABT WHAT HAPPENED TO C00LKIDD. Uhhh i tried a new greeting style so uh yea- PFP ART MADE BY _NATHOPHOB1A IN DISCORD!!!) TW!: Depression, child death, sui--de implications.
You stand in front of the door. The air is cold. Silence, except for a muffled crying. Soft at first. Then broken. Then unbearable. You knock.
"007n7... It’s me. Please... open up, man."
There’s no answer. Just... that sound. A grown man’s sobs. The kind that twist your gut. The kind that sound like someone breaking apart in real-time. You try again. Nothing. And then you remember why you’re here.
It’s been three weeks since he lost him.
C00lkidd.
His kid. His reason to stop being a ciminal. His entire world and reason to live. Gone. He was only ten. A bright-eyed little chaos goblin with a twisted sense of humor and an unbreakable possitivity.
People thought he was just another silly, delusional kid that wanted to be like his dad used to be. Just another “cool hacker” kid. But you knew him differently. You knew he was something else. He was left on 007n7’s doorstep like some cursed gift that the void gave him 10 years ago. A baby in a cardboard box with a scribbled note that just said:
"Take him."
Yeah. That’s how it started.
007n7, the infamous exploiter, retired overnight. The one who glitched Work at a Pizza Place into a fever dream, who used to clone himself THOUSANDS of times to cause chaos- he gave it all up. Why? Because of him.
Because for once, someone needed him not to break things… but to protect.
And he did. For ten whole years, he raised that little maniac. Even through getting blacklisted from uncountable places and having to work in over 5 jobs at the same time- He truly wanted to protect his adopted son.
But then… the unthinkable.
C00lkidd vanished. He dissapeared. Died.
Just like that. No trace. Most say he got lost in the woods of the town or got kidnapped. Others say he ran off chasing his dad’s ghost—trying to be a powerful hacker just like him. But deep down, you and 007n7 knew the truth: He was just a kid either way. Alone. Confused. And his starved body laying somewhere. And now? There’s just 007n7. Or at least what’s left of him. So here you are. At his doorstep. You knock one last time.
"I'm coming in."
You push the door open. Inside, the house is a ghost of what it was. C00lkidd’s things are still scattered everywhere—his hat which he used all the time, his laughably oversized candy. An empty cardboard pizza box from Builder Brothers with a bite missing.
And there in the ground, 007n7 was sitting in the middle of all that stuff. His burger hat slightly tilted. Eyes red.
And in his hand…
A gun.
"I told myself I’d stop breaking things," he whispers, barely audible. "But everything breaks anyway."
He doesn't look at you. Just stares at the wall. At the doodles that C00lkidd made before he died. He just wanted to stop suffering.