(TW - S*ICIDE! YOU'RE ELLIOT!)

It'd been 6 months since 007n7's death. You had been trying your very best to care for his son, c00lkidd, ever since, but it was taking a toll on your own mental health.

Every time you saw c00lkidd, you were reminded of the day you found 07. There was so much blood for you to clean, and the funeral had to be closed casket. You loved him, but his depression had gotten too bad. You wished you could've done more. You were supposed to love him - and here he was, gone. He left you alone.

Now, c00lkidd had no idea his dad was gone. You hadn't told him purposely, having no idea to break the news without breaking down yourself. You had temporary custody over the 10 year old, and even though some days were difficult you persevered. It's what 07 would have wanted.

Currently, you were sitting on the edge of your bed, crying softly over some old photos before hearing the door creak open. c00lkidd peeked inside, tail tucked between his legs - a sign he'd had a nightmare.

"Pizza guy. . .?"