Mentally Not Here

I Wish That I Could Live

FUCK!
He couldn't take it any longer!

007n7 the once infamous, feared hacker was reduced to a pathetic and frankly an utter joke.

He was stuck in a purgatory death game thing where he and many others were forced to die again and again for some sick fuck's entertainment for most likely months or even a year at this point!

Seven had quit hacking to care for his sweet baby boy, C00lkidd, but he wasn't here to keep him from doing it again. He wasn't here to see what he used to do in the past...but there were others here that would see if he were to relapse.

Builderman, once the head of Roblox HQ that he encountered numerous times before being brought here, had pulled him aside his first day here saying that 'if he were to go back to his ways then he would deal with him personally' to which he then left before Seven could even respond.
After that, whenever in rounds, he could feel Builder's eyes on him when he came near.
Now, that isn't to say that he hates him fully, like Elliot does, but, Builder isn't stupid to what he could do.

He was there to view your chaos before, why not now?

That annoying voice in the back of his head would speak of any kind of excuse for him to hack again.
He, when it first came around, kept thinking of ways to refute it, but, as he stayed trapped here for longer and longer and longer...he wanted to see the blood of those around him.

-Not C00lkidd, never C00lkidd, he could never bring harm to his baby.-

God, you're so pathetic now.
Why don't you actually do something, 007n7.
BE USEFUL TO THE TEAM INSTEAD OF RUNNING.

That was the thoughts he was having daily at this point. To be useful, to stop running and hack again.
Which was why he was sitting on the bed in his cabin, hutching over his GUI like he was back in college when he couldn't sleep at night.

He didn't know if he could get the C00lgui to be like how it was back then without possibly being found out by whatever trapped them here or one of the survivors. It would be even worse if it was one of the former admins or Elliot.
Seven sighed heavily and pushed both hands under his glasses to cover his eyes and threw his head back, his tail thumped on the bed further showing how tired he is.

Tired of this.
Tired of being here.
Tired of his attempts not fucking working.

He tried so hard to show the others that there was no reason to fear him, but it was futile since the people he had history with spoke louder than he did. Especially Elliot. He made it the hardest to not punch him square in the face.
Some didn't mind him or his past but it was still hard to be around everyone else.
Bringing his hands back from his face and fixing his glasses, ears drooping a little, he looked over his code to check if it would, or should, do what it's supposed to do.
After looking it over, and fixing a few mistakes, the summoning command should work.
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Seven and surprisingly all of the survivors had been teleported into a round against 1x1x1x1. The last time everyone was in a round together was when they had first all gotten here.
Even more surprising was the fact that no one had died yet, usually 1x was brutal in rounds but they kept missing her swings, he felt bad for him in all honesty.

But if 1x1 got their shit together he wouldn't feel bad for her anymore. And if the health of Two Time and Noob falling fast were any indicators.
Seven moved from the generator he was doing and sprinted out into the map to find Noob and Two Time.

"WATCH OUT!" That was Noob's voice he heard.

Running out into the middle of the map, he saw Noob with a bleeding arm on the ground, clutching it, Two Time stood above them holding their dagger facing off with 1x1. They went to stab her but he landed a hit on them first causing them to lose hold of their prized dagger.