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Many a month ago, when 007n7 was first brought to the purgatory he now resides in, he had no idea what was going on. In the place he had ended up— a cabin of sorts— there were a few other people. 007 was not worried about them, though. He was worried about his son, c00lkidd. Where was he? If 007 had been transported to some strange place, had c00lkidd been as well? The man looked around the room, only just then noticing the array of people now looking at him— various mods, other people he didn’t know (but he was sure they knew him by how they were looking), and… Elliot. Oh boy. All people that DEFINITELY had a right to hate him.
He could’ve sworn he heard Elliot mutter something angrily under his breath, but the two were on opposite sides of the room. “Uhm…” he muttered, hoping to obtain some information. “Pardon me for asking, but does anyone know what’s going on..?” Some of the people exchanged glances, unsure whether or not to assist the hacker— well, former hacker. It didn’t matter much to anyone though, since it was essentially terrorism.
A familiar face spoke up, “Sorry, but we know just ‘bout as much as you do.” It was Builderman, standing next to Shedletsky and Dussekar. They each looked at him with an undecipherable expression on their faces.
”Ah…” 007 started, but before he could get many words out, everybody in the cabin was transported once more. Suddenly he was standing next to some odd kind of water. He reached down to touch it to find that it was… slightly sticky, strangely. Best not to walk through that, he thought to himself. Noticing that he was now all by his lonesome, he began to wander, hopefully to find somebody who DIDN’T hate him. Unfortunately. that would probably be pretty hard to find.
Out of seemingly nowhere, a shriek pierced the air. 007 ran to the scene where many of the people were scattering. In the middle of it all, a little plain fellow (who he could swear he’d seen many lookalikes of in his days) was being chased down by a masked man with a machete. 007 froze— he didn’t know what to do. There was commotion everywhere, people running about to either flee the scene or help the poor lad in the center. In his frozen state, he failed to notice the masked man coming straight for him. He suddenly felt a sharp pain piercing through his stomach, finally noticing that the man was right in front of him and DEFINITELY stabbing him. As the machete was removed from his stomach, 007 clutched his wound, beginning to feel lightheaded. Before he could do much more, though, he looked up to see the man preparing for another cut…
007 opened his eyes— he was back at the cabin he had been in before. There was a sort of tingling sensation where he had been sliced, and he was left in a state of utter confusion. Sitting down on one of the chairs, he took notice of the lack of people. Soon enough, though, the others began to arrive, seeming just as disoriented and confused as he had been.
One particularly odd young fellow did not seem as concerned. “The Spawn graces us with the gift of eternal life…” That comment of theirs stuck with 007. Eternal life…? Here?? The thought made him almost ill. Living forever surrounded by people to whom he had done irreparable damage…
A few minutes later, the rest of the people had returned, immediately questioning those who had appeared here before them. Things such as, “Weren’t you dead?” or, “We thought you died!” and other things of the sort. 007 sat alone, unfazed by the lack of people near him— he was used to it. Besides, he was still worrying about his son…
The admins (who were the de facto leaders of the group) decided to give everyone a while to calm themselves before calling a group meeting. Most people sat as far away from 007 as they could, which was understandable to him. Others didn’t seem to care that much.
“Alright crew,” Shedletsky spoke, somehow with a grin on his face despite the situation. “None of us know basically anything but let’s go off of what we’ve learned today! So apparently when we die, we come back to the cabin. Since we don’t know how long we’re here for, Builderman’s been scoutin out the area, and he found some separate cabins for us all to sleep in! Most of ‘em are big enough for two— one’s only solo— so we’ll be splittin into pairs, ‘kay?” He proceeded to go on about everyone needing ‘a role’ for the team in case what happened today were to happen again, but 007 sort of tuned it out.
At some point during Shedletsky’s talking, Builderman pulled 007 aside. “So…” he started awkwardly, readjusting his glasses as the two ventured outside. “…What’s this about…?” He was nervous about someone like Builderman needing to chat with him alone.
”Calm down, ‘m not gonna kill ya or anythin’,” Builderman spoke, not looking back at the man as they walked. “Just… wanted ya to know ‘bout yer sleepin arrangements. The boys and I had a chat and decided it’d be best if ya get the solo cabin. To avoid conflict or anythin’— ‘s nothin personal.”
Honestly, 007 was a bit relieved to hear it. He was afraid that if he’d ended up with a roommate, it wouldn’t go well. He didn’t speak, though— just nodded. Eventually the two reached his new home for… however long. It was alright— unfortunately the bathroom and bedroom were one in the same, and there was no kitchen, but overall, it was alright.
”So there must be a kitchen in the main cabin…?” he queried, to which Builderman nodded.
”Sure is. Elliot’s volunteered to cook for us all, but uh.. I doubt he’ll want to bring ya food, so try to be up as bright n’ early as ya can.” He lingered there for just a moment before turning back to the main cabin, leaving 007 in his new small home. The man just stood there for a few minutes, trying to process everything that had happened in just one day. Uprooted from his home and planted in a new place of eternal life… It seemed a lot worse than most would think. He took a few steps in before collapsing onto his mattress, welcoming the dreamless sleep he knew he’d have to get familiar with.