007n7 still rubbed his sore throat every night, thinking no one saw.
scars lay laden on his forearms & throat, though he didn’t make any attempt to hide any of these because, no one else truly cared anyway. the most attention they’d pay to him was a passing glance, often of pure disdain, as they passed by.
007n7 had grown used to it at this point. he’d undergone the same treatment back at home, before this whole forsaken mess…
people had hated him back then for being a hacker.
the present was no different.
he hadn’t been a hacker in a decade now, perhaps even longer. he hadn’t touched his gui ever since adopting c00lkidd, yet now he had no choice but to use the damned device if he wanted to stay alive for another day in this land.
…but there was always one person out to protect him, far more than most.
guest 1337.
the former soldier, the former hero. he was well known all throughout robloxia for his pivotal role played in the bacon war, & he still had the scars to show for it today.
007n7 admired those scars; they told tales of bravery & brawn unknown to him, while his own were born out of pure cowardice & shame. partially why he began covering up his scars.
however, there was another reason as to why he began hiding his scars.
he didn’t want guest to worry.
yes, it sounded absurd even to him!; the thing was, guest seemed more on his senses specially around 007n7. he seemed more attentive, more worrisome about the smallest things, & for some reason it was always 007n7 he was noticing things about.
even if the other survivors looked on in scorn as guest pointed out one of 007n7’s recent struggles, he never failed to point out whenever 007n7 was doing worse than usual.
it warmed his heart.
007n7 hadn’t been doing all too well this week either. he hadn’t seen his son-turned-killer in more than a week, which always really took a toll on him. he’d witnessed one too many of his own clones get murdered by the killers, which only reminded him of his own corpse sitting back home by that gun. not to mention all of the grimaces he’d gotten from the other survivors.
he went outside, ventured out of the cabin, not quite thinking straight as he took chance’s flintlock out with him. he snuck out with the gun down low by his side, managing to slip past the survivors unnoticed.
it was night. a beautiful night.
he went out to the dock, stretching out across an expanse of uncharted lake that glimmered under the moonlight. 007n7 stood before it at the edge of the pier, gun handle held loosely in his left hand as he breathed in the lake air.
007n7 sat down at the end of the dock, leaning his head against one support log as his eyes grew heavy, gazing down piteously at the stolen flintlock held in one palm.
could he do it again?
maybe it would be his mode of escape.