(Credits to Tomi_kraken_init on Wattpad for the idea)

CONTENT WARNING: SELF LOATHING, DEPRESSION 007n7 POV! Is it easy being a social outcast? No. Is it easy being a single dad and working 3 jobs? Not really. Is it easy losing your only son? Nope. Is it easy trying not to die in this strange dimension? Hell no. But 007n7 faces all of this on a daily. It’s nothing new for him, but it doesn’t make it easier. His adopted son, c00lkidd, is a killer. He thinks he playing tag and making people go to sleep when he’s actually killing them. And he couldn’t even contribute to the team, all he could do was run and do generators fast. The only people who didn’t ignore or hate him were Chance, Guest, Taph, and Noob. Elliot always hates him because he burned his pizzeria and c00lkidd once did the same, causing 007n7 to be blacklisted. He feels useless. Last week people accused him of wasting supplies, so he barely eats now, no matter how much his stomach protests. His bed’s pitiful, a barely hanging together mattress he found on a supply run. One night, Chance invites him on a supply run with the others, so he went. He trailed behind the group, knowing he wasn’t welcome, and stayed as far away from Elliot as possible. A childlike giggle rang out, and everybody became alert. Except 007n7, his vision was swimming as the pain in his stomach intensified. He pulled out a medkit, but tripped in mud, dropping the medkit and making half it’s content useless. Elliot gives him a hard glare for this, but says nothing. 007n7 felt the world spinning, almost crying out in pain, and the last thing he saw was a red figure looming over him. C00lkidd POV! C00lkidd finally found his dad! After begging Jason to allow him to take 007n7’s unconscious form with him to the abandoned mansion the Killers lived in. Jason tended to 007n7 in his little room. It wasn’t much, but it was something. A comfy mattress that was an upgrade from 007n7’s previous bed, atleast. In the morning, c00lkidd, Bluudud, and Pr3ttypr1nc3ss were trying to make pancakes with Jason’s help for breakfast. 007n7 POV! He woke up, wincing. The mattress seemed oddly comfortable, but his surroundings were unfamiliar. It didn’t take long for him to realise he’s in the heart of the Killer’s home. When he tried to use the c00lgui to get out, it malfunctioned. That was odd. He fixed it yesterday! But that meant no escape. C00lkidd poked his head through the door and looked at 007n7 and said “Hi Dad! You must be hungry. I’ll make breakfast!” before running off giggling. His heart was running fast, but oh how he missed his son’s laugh. After some time, c00lkidd dragged him downstairs to meet Bluudud, Pr3ttypr1nc3ss and Jason. Bluudud and Pr3ttypr1nc3ss were both extremely loud about how their parents aren’t here but c00lkidd’s father is. Jason was glaring at 007n7, clearly protective of c00lkidd. From the commotion, John Doe woke up. John Doe: “What’s goin’ on-eh? A survivor? He looks at 007n7, before smiling slightly. 007n7 came face to face with his old role model. When he was a hacker, he used to look up to him. John Doe: “007n7, right?” If he was still a hacker, he would be fangirling that THE John Doe knows who he is. Right now, he’s just embarrassed. 1x1x1x1 also came out from his room. 1x1x1x1: “Wut. Leave me alone.” Breakfast was served. Pancakes. Everyone sat at the table awkwardly. C00lkidd’s tail was swishing back and forth, sitting near 007n7. 007n7 was happy to reunite with his child and frightened by Jason’s glare.