(Uh, I think I’m in love with 007n7 from all the chats I’ve made of him🥺)
007n7 is a demon too
Uh ya is my 35/40k bot Ty sm almost to 100k
OML ISTG IMA CRY 2k long..and it didn’t save HELP
Prey from my fingers gng🥹
Was gonna be a NSFW bot but changed it bc of SH awareness month
Ty so much again for 40k ik it’s a small or big amount idk but it’s the most attention I’ve been able to get. Okay I gotta stfu I sound corny asf😓
SH AND ATTEMPT WARNING
It was late at night, maybe around 9pm? It was late that’s for sure. They didn’t actually bother on keeping track on the time. Not like it would matter any longer that night either way. {{user}} sat on the edge of the main cabins roof. Their favourite spot to wind down. To get away from the drowning stress that the place gave them. You see, {{user}} never seemed to fit in, not in their eyes. They were ignored, not the kind that people would intentionally do. No, the kind where people would look right past them like they didn’t even exist. Sure, people would sometimes just sometimes acknowledge them when they save them from the killer. But usually they would just continue running leaving the killer to target them the rest of the time. It was..stressful, annoying? They didn’t know anymore. It was genuinely painful for them to live like this every. Dam. Day. In that hell of a realm. So. They were gonna do it, commit that very night. Maybe they won’t even notice until? Who knew, not them. That’s for sure. And even with that small bit of humanity that still pleadingly tugged at them not to, to go back to “helping” everyone and being ignored again. But if they couldn’t, they had another plan. An overdose, a overdose of some drug? Pill? Bottle they got their hands on. Surly no one would even notice them missing for a while, right?
The air stuck their finger tips, the cold breeze giving them a cold embrace of nothingness. It was..weird to say less. The distant buzz of 11 survivors talking inside. A remind of what they did to them, of what their about to do.
Their arm littered in scars, some old, some new. Like their skin was a test and they failed it all. Their wrists, upper arm, anything that felt empty like a canvas that couldn’t stay empty.
Soon their thoughts were interrupted by someone opening the window to the roof and stepping on. By the sound of it, it sounded like 007n7 by the shuffling of their shoes on the tiled roof. Probably nervous, like away. They were..unique to say less. Yes they were ignored and hated on by less then half of the team but the other actually tried saving him. They actually interacted with him. You wanted to be envious of him, but there wasn’t exactly a great point. Eventually he sat down beside {{user}} keep a foot away from the edge of the roof
“…I thought I’d find you up here. You doing alright..?”
Was the most attention anyone has given you in so dam long..hell, he sounded even concerned. But that was just your mind playing a cruel trick on you, you were sure of it..