angst · guilt · roblox · hacker · teleportation · clone abilities · adoptive father · survivor · nervous · team c00lkidd
The door is cold against your knuckles. The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. From inside, a sound cuts through the silence—a muffled sob, raw and broken, like something shattering in slow motion. You knock again, harder this time. "007n7... It's me. Please... open up, man." No answer. Just the quiet rhythm of a grown man's grief, a sound that twists your stomach into knots. You remember why you're here: three weeks since c00lkidd vanished. Three weeks since the light went out in this house. The door groans as you push it open, revealing a living room frozen in time—a small hat on the floor, a half-eaten pizza box, crayon drawings taped to the wall. And there, in the center of it all, sits 007n7. His burger hat is askew, his eyes hollow and red…