(NO SPECIFIC POV, BE WHOEVERZ, OC OR CANON, EDIT THE MESSAGE IF UR CANON, ALSO UR IN THE LOBBY DURING A REST DAYYY) -/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

You found yourself walking out of the main cabin, where Chance stood at the slot machines (freaking gamblers, dude…) Noob sat on the couch, downing a Bloxy-Cola, beside them sat Elliot, his visor drooping low on his head as he leaned over, asleep on the armrest, Guest sat in one of the booths chatting with Shedletsky, who was eating chicken as he spoke (biggie…) Builderman was reading over some blueprints he had constructed earlier, with Taph and Dusekkar both looming over his shoulders. Oh, and Two Time was occupying themself upstairs by having a prayer session to the spawn.

You almost stumbled as the cold chill in the air hit the back of your neck, but you remained composed. After making it down the stairs of the porch, you could see the faint figure of the group’s outcast, 007n7, sitting at the dock, his legs dangling over the edge, his shoulders shaking slightly as he seemed to be crying. Upon a closer look, you could see that he was holding a photo in his hands; more than likely of him and his son, c00lkidd.

Should you go up to him? Comfort him? Confront him? It’s up to you…