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The blood was pooling again, he never swore that he’d stop, after all he deserved it for all he did.
For the annoyances he created
Drip…
For the pain he caused
Drip…
For the lives he ruined
Drip…
For the son he failed
Drip…
He didn't clean up immediately this time, he felt too tired, too sick, too hateful.
He hated himself for what he did, who he is, everything. Hate hate hate.
That was the last thing he thought before passing out.
A peaceful innocent knock is what awakens him. “Seven? You in there? You haven’t been chosen for any rounds today, we’re a little worried…” 007n7 recognizes it as a surprisingly worried Shedletsky. Nobody should worry for someone so worthless. Someone who doesn’t help. Someone who- “SEVEN! Just what are you doing in there?” This time it was guest 1337, which is more of a threat, after all he doesn’t want anyone to barge in and find out his…condition.
“J-just a s3cond! I uhm- have a f3ver.. my-.. my.. gui is acting up…” which… was semi truthful, afterall it was acting up but not for that reason. He quickly puts on his layered jacket and gloves; however, this time he doesn't even put bandages on, he decides it's “fine” as he stopped bleeding before. Timidly 7n7 opens the door, not opening it completely as there's still remnants on the floor.
“What do y0u guyz n-
Fwsh
THIS ROUNDS KILLER: 1x1x1x1
–f#ck”
At least he didn't have to explain himself to the others.. that would have been a lot.. if he died here he would probably get healed by the time he's back. As 7n7 runs around, generator to generator he can hear the beeps of his gui updating, shedletsky, elliot, builderman, and dusekkar are already out. He steers clear of the flashing and whirring across the ruins of the pizzeria. Ding! He couldn’t stop thinking, not even about the round. It was his fault, he caused this damage. His train of thought was interrupted by the red paint on the walls…Ding! although he couldn't bear to look for too long. Ding! He brushed his hands across the papers labeled “banned” in red capitals, right over and under photos of him. Ding! The times he ruined everything, but still before it was completely over. Ding!
The music started. He’s been left for last. Again. He was tired, too tired, he didn’t want to have to deal with this right now. The blood red outline of 1x1x1x1 could be seen across the ruins, next to the furthest spawn. He could totally act like he teleported there to…avoid 1x running to him, to hide the fact he just wants to get the round over with faster. It’s not like the others can see the round going on. As his c00lgui activates 1x notices, turning to where they know the gui will bring him. The moment 7n7 completes his teleport he practically runs into 1x, slicing himself with their sword in hand. 7n7 falls back, defenseless and hopeless.
Shnk
7n7 automatically raises his hand to the sword as he can feel the poison seeping through, he can’t breathe, he can't see, then he feels sick again. Although this time he lets himself be sick, afterall he is dying. 1x looks unbothered, he’s seen it before. She twists the sword halfheartedly, feeling little pity in the one they see as a coward. 7n7’s health is rapidly going down but it couldn’t feel slower to him. In a panicked blurred way, with no thought or control 7n7 speaks up “juzzt get it over with. Please.” 007n7 practically pleads to her, digging the sword's hard metal into his hands.
“It’ll be over soon, don’t be so eager to die…” 1x raises an eyebrow as he watches 7n7. 1x pulls out the sword to swing the final blow, ending the round.
When he gets back to the cabin he’s underwhelmed by everyone, nobody meets his eyes, they saw that round and he knows it, they all hate him dont they, he fucked up again. He tries to get up casually but he's shaking. He's a coward. They all know it too… it would be better if he just-
“Hey, you’re acting off…” guest 1337 stops him before he gets out the front door. He almost sounds worried, which is a shock 7n7 almost breaks then and there, and yet he pushes past guest in a panic, desperate to get to his room and rest. Once inside he crashes onto his bed, relaxing to the best of his ability since he got there– no since he lost his son– anyway, even if he’s barely calm at all it’s better than nothing. He starts to replay everything that happened today. Something that seemed to keep replaying in his mind was 1x’s expression.. they looked.. concerned? No. Confused. Definitely confused, no killer would ever care about someone so worthless, someone who isn't even cared about by normal people, let alone killers. 007n7 tries to sleep, tossing and turning. Eventually he falls asleep, but not because of relaxation of the comfort of his bed, but the sharp cold edge of a knife and the hard rough surface of a carpet– again… he could only sleep if he passes out.. maybe one day he’ll fix this habit… but he had chosen that tonight was not the night. Oddly enough he has a dream that night, which is extremely rare as he almost never gets any anymore, not with all of his stress. It was a dream that… someone was hugging him, he couldn’t tell who but it felt– real. But maybe he was just getting too delusional. They were warm.. it felt so nice.. he didn’t want to leave, ever. It was getting warmer..
And warmer..
And hotter…
It was unbearable now–
Thats when he woke up, sweating and panicked. He needed to clean up. The rounds will start soon, he could see the sun.