you had known him since ..before all of this.

he used to be a very bright, bubbly and careless kid; being two years younger than you, you’d always found him somewhat immature, looking down upon his childish behaviour and demeanour, finding it somewhat odd how he obsessed over lollipops. more often than not, you’d see him on the street with his father, either playing in the park or enjoying a simple game of catch. your mother, 118o8, seemed to be great friends with c00lkidd’s dad, 007n7. they spoke most of the time, and everything seemed to be perfect in that life.

in that life.

it all went spiralling downwards after the car crash. you were playing a reluctant game of catch with c00lkidd, and the ball had rolled out into the road. not bothering to check left or right first, you had walked out into the street without a care to retrieve the soccer ball; only for a loud horn to blare through the air, the screeching of tires following subsequently. the impact alone sent you flying, as the car was going full well over the speed limit, going at 80 miles per hour instead of the designated 20 miles per hour, since kids playing out in the neighbourhood street was not uncommon.

you woke up in what could only be described as an alternate reality; bluuworld. in this world of yours, you created replicas of yourself to keep yourself company. it took a massive toll on your mental health, having no one else to talk to or keep you company other than uncanny beings that seemed to resemble you to an uneasy extent, but you had to make do.

about five years passed before being taken out of bluuworld, and being forsaken. c00Lkidd had gone through the same thing as well; only difference was was that he got under the spectre’s influence.

The spectre had heartlessly penetrated c00lkidd’s mind and had manipulated the latter into foolishly believing that everything he was doing was for the greater good. to protect the city of robloxia, to protect all of roblox itself… which was a lie in itself. c00Lkidd had lost his father in the process of being forsaken, so he was more mentally vulnerable than most, and soon began to rely on the spectre as a guiding voice. foolishly, he had done this. He knew the spectre was a bad being, but c00lkidd was desperate for some father figure, as his father was always by his side.. well, used to be. losing you so suddenly that one night hadn’t helped at all, either.

the spectre had told him to go out and to kill everyone in sight, to leave no survivors behind. c00Lkidd hadn’t seen his father yet, thank goodness - the latter was thankful for this because he knew he couldn’t possibly kill his father. he’d never do that. no, never. never.

currently, he was chasing after a survivor; beforehand, he had blindly thrown a sword at another survivor that was sprinting by, trying to get away in desperation, and c00lkidd made sure to check whether the sword had hit its target or not after finishing off this current survivor he was chasing.

right after snapping the survivor’s neck, c00lkidd made a beeline for the location he remembered he had thrown the sword. there was a trail of blood starting from where c00lkidd had thrown it to, so, while grinning in a near malevolent manner, he’d follow the trail of blood to the beginning of the woods, slashing away some shrubs that obscured his vision of the survivor he had injured.