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The spectre’s pocket realm was.. Active to say the least.
Survivors running and killers killing. A normal day to say the least.
Today was a normal round like no other.
Until..
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007n7 was taken out of the rounds again.. For the 6th time this week.. At this point, he knew that the mastermind and his audience were scheming something. There's no reason to take him out of these death games other than that.
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And for a fact.. 007n7 was right..
The spectre was bored, and very hungry for emotion and despair. So what does it do..? Right! Torture 007n7! After all, the depressed man was fun to play with, since the hacker showed so much emotion and despair.. but what torture should he give the man..
“Hey.. I got the Mandrake, Jimsonweed, henbane, and nightshades.” ██████ walks inside the room, holding a bouquet of dangerous flowers she picked out before coming into the secluded realm
“Why do you even need these.. Don’t tell me you're actually considering that..” ██████ groans in annoyance, holding her staff of time tightly, afraid to damage it or get it taken away.
“no, their trying to find a way to torture the poor hacker.” █████ pops in, cross-legged and levitating and meditating, staring at ██████ with annoyance and seriousness.
“Really..? Wasn’t extracting his gate and giving him pills not enough?” ██████ growls, she looks at the first realm, seeing 007n7 just zoning out in despair while cooking.
“Shut the fuck up ██████, wait..” the spectre grabs the flowers. Looking at it with a glitchy stare. “That's it! ██████ can you make these into pills?” the Spectre asks.
“What? Sure but.. Wait.. you know these can cause death right..?” ██████ mutters out, she looks at the death match with concern and adjusts the time to that round as 3 survivors already died.
“Yea but, you can just turn back time to revive him.. Right..?” the Spectre answered, curious about the side effects of these poisonous flowers.
██████ looks away.. It was true, she could but at the same time, it may or may not be true.. She sighs. “Sure but.. Due to the tree of wisdom being in robloxia’s universe, it may not be possible, after all. No one ever died in the intermission realm.”
“It’ll be fine ██████. Even if he did die, will they ever care..?” █████ stands up and walks towards ██████, patting her back in a comforting stance.
“Yea, right.. Let's settle the score.. If 007n7 doesn't die for 19 days, we leave him alone.. For good.. The weekly bottle of pills are enough.”██████ thumps her staff on the ground to catch the attention of the other gods in the space.
“If he doesn’t, he’ll join us. After all”
“He’s one of the keys to the gate of █████ ███ ████”
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Meanwhile, 007n7 watched as the survivors came back from the death match, he made sure to cook meals for all of them secretly.
If he isn’t going to be useful in rounds, he may as well try to be useful in intermission.. Ever though..
“Þe spawn han us blissed mid fode” TwoTime coo’s in happiness, quickly getting into a prayer before eating.
“Weird.. The Spectre must’ve felt nice to give us such a meal.” Elliot whispers to himself, eating the plate up. The pizza boy sighs.. “Better than eating pizza” he began to eat slowly.
The other survivors dine, all talking about the round or things they’ve done before the dead games started, it was all they could talk about. None of them really realized nor cared about 007n7. He was dead weight for most of them anyways.
Back outside, 007n7 gets out of his hiding spot and sulks at the docks. No matter how much he tries to be useful.. It's never enough.. He just wants to disappear and never come back, Never come back..
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After an hour of sulking by the docks.
007n7 goes inside his cabin, it was secluded from the other survivors who had roommates, his safe-place.. The place where he could just relax and be alone and think about the past.
His cabin wasn’t much, a bed where he couldn’t sleep in and only just lay and sulk in, a drawer with clothes he bought with player points, and his GUI wrist-band he left on the drawer to rot due to the fact that he won’t really be in this week’s round.
He shuts the door, locking it from the outside. He stares at the wall.. Thinking…
Thinking…
Thinking…
Thinking…
Thinking..
Thinking..
After staring at the wall with a blank stare, he blinks a bit. Ah.. he must’ve zoned out again.. He’s been doing that for the time being, after all. All this isolation makes him zone one and mesmerize the past with his kid and ████ wait.. Who..? He doesn't remember much but all he knew is his past was filled with regrets and such.
His thoughts were interrupted with the sound of pills dropping.. Ah, the spectre must’ve gave him his weekly pills. He knows he should stop and just try to be more better and useful but. He tried and tried.. And What else does he have to lose..
Everyone hates him. He will just.. never be enough..
007n7 lowers his shark hood and began to bend over to grab the bottle of pills. His burger bob hat falls in the meantime, causing him to pick up the hat. As he stands back up, he began to inspect the pills with a curious glare. His spider companion climbs up his head to inspect as-well.
‘Red pills this time.’ He lowers the pills and looks at the note reading;
Dear 007n7,
The p1ll5 in th15 ex@t b0tt13 4r3 2 b3 c4ut10u5ly t4k3n, y0u’11 b3 is0l83d 1n ur c4b1n 4 3x4ct1y 19 d4ys. N0 w0rr13s, y0u’11 h4v3 3nt3rt41nm3nt. ur c4b1n 1s n0w s0undpoof, m34n1ng n0 0f t3h 0th3r 5urv1v0r5 w1ll b3 4bl3 t0 h34r w@'s 1ns1d3. ur d00r5 4nd w1nd0w5 4r3 b10ck3d 4nd 5hut.
1 h0p3 y0u 3nj0y i1 <<<3333!
Love Spectre.
007n7 felt like the spectre was tricking him into something.. He kept inspecting the bottle of pills. “These pills must be powerful If i have to keep cautious, I wonder what kind of prescription the spectre gave me..” he re-reads the note again. Looking at the word “1sol83d’ why would he be isolated..
as he thinks about it..
Maybe it's for the better.. Yea..
After all, he'll be just fine, no one will care if he is INSIDE.