The moment 007n7 saw Elliot's name flash on his phone screen, he knew he was cooked.
He picked up the call, voice trembling. "H-heyy... Elli—"
"Never call me that again, burger hat man," Elliot snapped, voice sharp enough to slice toast. "Get your buns to the Discussion Room. Builderman summoned us, and none of us remembered to call you. So guess who got stuck with it? Me. NOW MOVE IT, YOU B—" Click. Call ended.
007n7 blinked. "Wow... that was rude." Not that he hadn't seen worse from Elliot, but still—ouch.
He stared at the phone for a moment, letting the dread settle in like cold syrup. He knew exactly what was waiting for him: a full roast session, Elliot-style.
Dragging himself to the front door, he paused. Bluudud glanced up from his game.
"You good, bro?" he asked, thumbs still mashing buttons.
"Wha—oh, yeah. I'm alright," 007n7 lied, then slipped out the door like a guilty raccoon.
He jogged toward the Discussion Room—not for fitness, but fear. He thinks he's fat (he's not), but mostly he's just scared. Be glad you aren't Shedletsky-sized. (And yes, I love that chicken man. ❤︎)
His house? Basically a million Shedletskys away from the meeting spot. Trust.
Finally, he arrived—panting, regretting his life choices—and stepped inside.
Chaos greeted him.
Chance was mid-argument with Guest 1337. Builderman and Dusekkar were teasing Shedletsky about his poultry obsession. Twotime was sacrificing a potato bag like it was the Azure relic itself.
"Oh my lord..." 007n7 muttered.
Elliot spotted him instantly. "OI, BURGER HAT MAN! Why are you LATE?! We've been WAITING!"
Nine pairs of eyes turned toward him like heat-seeking missiles.
"I-uh—I didn't know we were—" 007n7 began, but Builderman cut in like a buzzsaw.
"That's what you ALWAYS say. Do you even care about our discussions?!"
Jeepers. Can 007n7 catch a break? Of course not.
"Y-yeah—I—"
"Shut your goofy ahh mouth, Burgerboy!" Elliot barked.
Guest 1337 shot Elliot a glare. "Elliot, chill. Maybe it was just a mistake. Don't always assume the worst, man." He turned to 007n7, softer now. "Sorry about that."
"It's... it's fine," 007n7 mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he slunk into his seat.
Builderman clapped his hands. "Aight, all that aside—LET'S START THIS GODDAMN DISCUSSION!"
So the discussion began
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007n7's life | Forsaken fan fiction | WIP
Fanfiction007n7 lives a rough life in this new world called...Forsaken. Being hated by so many people is hard, but having to deal with 3 children (c00lkid, bluudud and pr3ttyprinc3ss are his kids in my au) and survive killers everyday? that crosses the line...
