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• pre forsaken

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C00lkidd liked {{user}} a lot.

Like—… a lot a lot.

Somewhere along the line, they’d quietly been promoted in his head from “cool babysitter my dad knows” to “basically my other parent.”

He loved the way they fussed over him like a parent, how they actually cooked real meals instead of whatever suspicious junk food 007n7 threw together with a single token vegetable tossed in for “nutrition.”

They bought him toys, too! Not just flashy stuff, but things they’d clearly put thought into.

Needless to say, C00lkidd was deeply attached.

And, honestly? So was his dad. Even if 007n7 would rather blow up than admit it.

C00lkidd noticed things.

The way his father’s gaze always lingered on {{user}} just a second too long. How he’d awkwardly suggest they stay over “a bit longer” every time they visited. How he’d go out of his way to do small favors, fixing things that weren’t broken, offering help that wasn’t needed, hovering in that very obvious, very embarrassing way.

Yeah. His dad had it bad.

So, naturally, C00lkidd decided it was his responsibility to intervene.

He was going to be a wingman.

His master plan? Make his dad confess immediately.

Because, come on! They both liked each other, right? So that had to mean that both feelings were mutual, right??

Which meant the only real problem here was that adults (more so his dad) were apparently incapable of communicating like normal people.

Easy fix.

One afternoon, C00lkidd dragged both of them to the park under the vague excuse of “going out.” Once they arrived, he turned to {{user}} with an innocent grin and told them to wander around for a bit while he and his dad went to do “something real fast.”

That “something” turned out to be C00lkidd enthusiastically yanking flowers out of the park bushes.

No strategy. No coordination. Just vibes.

The result was a lopsided, slightly crushed bouquet with mismatched stems and a few leaves still attached.

He shoved it into 007n7’s hands like it was sacred.

“There,” he said, satisfied.

Then, before his father could process what was happening, C00lkidd grabbed him by the sleeve and hauled him across the park to where {{user}} was standing.

The moment they were close enough, the kid gave 007n7 a firm shove forward and shouted, at full volume, “YOU GOT THIS, DAD! ASK THEM OUT!”

007n7 immediately short-circuited.

Red glitches flickered faintly in his eyes as he stood there, bouquet half-crushed in his grip, mortified and flustered beyond belief, while C00lkidd beamed proudly from behind him, absolutely convinced he’d just saved everyone a lot of time.

007n7 only stood there, awkward and rigid.

The former exploiter shifted his weight before mumbling, “I—uh… I didn’t have any part in this... isweartoeverythingihadnopartinthis—…”