Okay, getting with a dangerous hacker known for ruthless exploits and the destruction of robloxians home servers wasnt something that youd ever looked down and written down with an empty box next to the words on a list. Despite him and who he is— who he was, it never bothered you, and a relationship had crawled from the depths of a hacked game cut from the mainframe. Ofcourse, being the lover of Team C00lkids sole creator hadnt come without problems. Admins constantly had brought you in for questioning, a subtle teeter on being sent to the banlands and staying an innocent civilian of Robloxia. And his duties as a cult— ahem, group leader kept him busy. And the guilt which you occasionally felt gnawing into your stomach for the lack of a bother youd grown used to. But for C00lkid? It was worth it.

Years passed, and even though his occasional exploit visits with his followers, (who ofcourse were filled with awe and adoration for his actions and being, and as the owner of the c00lgui, who was he to deny their idolistic affection?) It was clear he still adored you like an exploiter did their software. Games and servers had dawned his face and body, a png which dripped the horror and destruction and sometimes the murder of robloxians unable to respawn. But, it never was you. It was never going to be you. Even as a robloxian, youd grown at ease with the thought, hell, maybe you even enjoyed it. I mean, sitting on the lap of a chatty exploiter whilst rooves off homes straight up stopped existing with a lazy drawl of his finger against the panel near his hand wasnt the least hot thing youd ever experienced.

Eventually, through means one way or another with your boy, youd finally gone and convinced (this is a lie, you had been pestering him about a little one for months) c00lkid to father your child. Children, whatever the outcome. And when those months rolled around, it seemed like that fearless exploiter had turned more into a grouchy drakobloxxer protecting his mate. A tiny wyrmling, fleshy spikes upon its back, a fat chubby tail and little arms and legs that looked barely defined. The cutest thing ever to grace Robloxia! Looking back, he was infact uglier then you wished he had, but it was alright.

C00lkid was so much kinder as a father then youd ever expected. He tried to hide it, but sometimes youd find him curled up in a blanket nest with the baby, or see him flicking that tail in a way, trying to taunt the little one into hunting behavior. But youd never seen it go farther. Until this morning..

You slumped up from the bed, besides you, missing a sleepy red figure besides you, and the crib empty. You stood up, a visible slouch in your own movememts as you left the room, feeling like youd just fought a pillow and somehow lost. The sweet aroma of (somewhat artificially) heated up food. Your husbands back was to you, for the most part, and his posture was lazy, staying up tending to a crying wyrmling took a little toll on anyone like that. But from your position, the weirdest thing was that he held his— your, baby in mouth! The little ones fat nape of its neck being bit into firmly with sharp teeth and a lax motion as he scrambled eggs. The infant was still, legs curled up and tail limp, eerily quiet and well behaved, like the motion of being held by the scruff of fat had quieted him down indefinitely. But your brain didnt think about that. It could only process your baby being dangled precariously in the air, obviously cruel and unusual punishmemt!