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64 is quite an…. unusual fella… A barking, growling, meowing, biting, 8’7,voluntarily mute, gentle giant who sets fires around the base on the daily. Yeah, very far from usual even for a C00lkidd soldier. The gash that stretches from his nose to his chin, permanently exposing his teeth and making the septum of his nose visible doesn’t help with the “strange” allegations.
“Is 64 okay?”
“Haha! Is 64 okay? Man, even I don’t know!” 128 replied swiftly, 128 is a C00lkidd usually seen clinging to 64 prying into his privacy, if even he doesn’t know? Who would?
“Well there is one thing I know about 64.” 128 followed up…
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“SSSSIIIIXXXXXXXTTTTYYYY FOOOUUUURRRRR!!!” 128 flew into the cafeteria with enthusiasm, another day another chance to invade 64's private life! Today would prove successful!
64 snapped his head towards the crashing 128 “BORF!” 64 threw down the cake he was decorating and caught the incoming 128.
“Nice catch!”128 chuckled. 64 startled and thoroughly shook pulled out his GUI to type something, “Be careful! You’re so silly, child!” 64 chuckled as he showed 128 the text.
“Hahaha! I’m just excited for your cake!” 128 exclaimed. 64 put up his hands to sign to 128 “Give me a second, you may have first bites if you settle down.” 64 pauses and relaxes his hands for a few seconds as he thought of something. “You remind me so much of my own child with your childish antics!”
“… your own child?” 128 raised an eyebrow.
“Wait… You’re here like 24/7, no kid in sight! When do you actually take care of your kid?” This question caused 64 to shudder, he might’ve said too much, more like signed too much. 64 decided to reply vaguely by simply signing “Baby, dead. I don’t need to care for baby anymore!” and finished with decorating his cake leaving 128 with more questions than before. Many many more questions.
“Yeah that’s like all I know… he has a kid? Well, had one.” It seems that 128 will never ask 64 anything about himself.
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C00lkidd #064,
birthdate [redacted],
age: 46,
height: standing at a mighty 8’7”,
real name: Hans Holiday.
Hans Holiday, infamous for committing arson anywhere he went, most likely a raging pyromaniac. Blaze and ember flew through the never ending sky which drowned in smog and ashes, a majestic and deadly scene, many died in those fires, until one day he just disappeared from Robloxia never to be seen again, not even in official records from HQ. Records transferred from Roblox HQ to the C00lkiddbase, to civilians and admins he was a nobody, history, an extinct plague, a serial arsonist gone with the flames. Little did they know he was simply hiding away in a terrorist group setting fires anonymously.
How come no one has recognised him within the army? 64 and Hans are…. Different we’ll say… 64, buzz cut, permanently goggled, noise cancelling headphones, large collared jumpsuit customised just for him to cover his neck and a part of his heavily scarred and ripped open face. Hans Holiday, hair so long it reaches his hip, piercing and solemn eyes that tells stories so painful it’s best not to ask, most notably the last time he was seen no scar or wound of any sort was on his face. Who would recognise Hans as 64 when 64 doesn’t know he was Hans when even the way he spoke changed drastically?
An originally soft spoken,well mannered man who spoke in big words like “conflagration” but now he’s left with a never ending chain of barks, howls and whines, speaking out his own words has become a challenge, he can speak but his mind doesn’t let him. His words are trapped behind a permanently locked gate made of his own mind.
Since most things have been forgotten. How does 64 remember his name at the very least? The only reason 64 remembers his name is the photo he keeps pocketed and close to his body. A wedding photo with his name written on the back in blood and tears.
Time is so cruel, reducing a family man into a hollow husk of himself who didn’t even look or sound the same as he used to be. To forget yourself takes a while but yet 64 did it even if sometimes those memories leak through the barriers he built up to protect himself and cause an emotional outburst for better or worse.
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Therapy is important!
128 has forced our boy 64 into therapy not only to be extra invasive but to also help out 64 with whatever is going on.
Ever since a certain C00lkidd… died to unknown causes within his own room 64 hasn’t been seen by anyone in the army. They who 64 had thrown away his own safety to protect, nurture, comfort, care for like his very own child, deceased in the mortuary. 64 only learning about his death half a day later, no amount of crying and griefing in front of their grave could have brought them back, now the smell of his bile and haemoglobin is engraved into 64’s mind. He would cry in front of their freezer begging to hold them one last time even a final goodbye would help… but that’s not how life works. What has he done to deserve a loss so big.
Would they forgive him for being so late?
…
64 has been locked away in his room for weeks not even coming out for sustenance. He would sob endlessly unmoving, the most movement was when he… scratched himself, punishing himself for being a horrible parent, what parent leaves their own child dead on the floor with no company or compassion, warmth and love in their last moments,
Starved and dehydrated, 64 was easily dragged out by 128! 128 plopped 64 down in the isolated room with another C00lkidd on the other side, the therapist initiated a conversation. “It is mandatory that I tell you this. I don’t know who you are, I am not allowed to share your information anywhere and I am simply here to help you, therefore there will be no shame or judgement expressed from me.”
64 started off quiet, not a single word spoken up until 64 took off his goggles… tears flowed as he kept his stoic face. He placed the goggles down with a loud and heavy thud and started parting his wrecked lips. A long, long, long forgotten voice echoed within the enclosed room. Raspy from both lack of use and the booming loud barks he’d admit, however raspy there was a deep and broken undertone. “I am not here for your pity. I am not here to make you feel bad for me. I am NOT here to cry to you. You aren’t getting an ounce of information. Even if you are not going to share this with anyone and that I am anonymous I don’t accept your frankly weak terms that live on hopes and dreams. Thank you for your help but quite frankly it isn't needed nor wanted.” 64 answered assertively even through tears and remorse. The more he spoke the more tears flowed, memories were hard for 64 they made him feel small and vulnerable, how strange… last time he checked he’s not a weak and measly girl who froze in the face of danger anymore. He quickly swiped his tears off and stormed out the room while putting on his goggles.
“How was it?” 128 asked unknowingly
The other C00lkidd walked out and looked in confusion and screamed down the hall for the slight possibility 64 might hear them, “S-s-sorry I was just trying to help!”
“Oh 64… you really needed this…” 128 sighed
The next day 64 is seen dazing on the roof as 128 was scouting for any incoming danger, “6-64!.. 64, yesterday… ugh I’m so sorry I didn't mean to force you and stuff I thought-!”
“Sh.” 64 broke 128’s endless blabbering.
128 furrowed his brows further “Y’know you can tell me anything, I’m still… here … you’re like family to me too.” 128 said while getting down to sit next to 64 and plopped his head on 64.
“You silly silly boy…” 64 patted 128’s head and looked off into the distance.
128 laid his head on 64’s lap instead and memories of being in a normal family flooded in as the both of them cherished this moment.
“I’m sorry…” 128 muttered
“You’re fine.” 64 silently muttered.
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TW: coping w/ trauma
64 is taking a brief shower after a long day of burning robloxians! The smell of gasoline is washed away with all the screams 64 basked in mere hours ago. But there’s one thing he’ll never wash away no matter how hard he tried.
64 ran his fingers past his scars, his body was littered in scars everywhere which is to be expected as he is in the army, some were from previous spars, missions, burn scars from his specialty, the oven, scratch marks, self-inflicted burns, cuts he carved into his body years ago and… those… scars. Every time even when just water tricked down those scars he’d shudder and freeze up, scrubbing harder and harder every time he remembered the slightest hint of what happened that day, scrubbing like you would attempt to scrub at a permanent rust on a spoon. No matter how hard and how long you scrub you’re still stained and ruined. You’re damned to be thrown away for all eternity, picked up only to be scowled at. Disgust is filled in their faces, as you cry for them to accept you again, you were used by another and came back rusted, so you stayed with the one who rusted you up and slowly you began to erode with their insistent use and roughness with you. Now you’re rusted, unwanted and broken. Your edges are left sharp and rusted, ready for protecting yourself from anyone anything like him. You’re going to fight until they parish or you yourself finally snap in half and die before anything can happen to you.
64 defeated with the feeling of hands grabbing at him never going away, sat down on the shower floor and cried into his own arms as the water from the shower washed away the tears that held years and years of endless pain.
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CW: SA, grooming, r@pe
“Dahlia Lopez!” The teacher called out in excitement, congratulating her for being top in class! “Thank you sir!” Dahlia reached out for her score card and hyped up to show to her parents. The teacher smiled proudly and inquired with a sly grin “Can you stay behind later? I have something to ask Miss Lopez.” Dahlia raised an eyebrow and agreed, what can he ask about? She’s already top can’t be anything bad right!
The bell rang as bustling in the halls can be heard and Dahlia stayed behind as everyone else left except for the teacher. “You’re such an amazing student! I recall you telling me about being a marine biologist right, Y’know that was originally my profession but alas I became a teacher! Students are unmistakably much easier to teach with than adults of my age with their know-it-all attitude.” Dahlia is surprised he even remembers her saying that, wait… has she even told him that? “Oh heh yeah! I’m lucky to have a teacher like you to teach me so well!”.
The teacher chuckled and switched off the lights.
“Uhm.. sir… what are you doing?…” Dahlia naively asked.
“Nothing much! I just want to see… if you still glisten and shine in the dark like the angel you are.”
Dahlia dropped her scorecard and looked at the approaching man with his wings spread, arms extended and dozens of eyes piercing through her mind and soul, frozen in place and mouth dry, she was held down swiftly and firmly like a thousand bricks were layered upon her wrists as her teacher pinned her down with his various hands.
“You’re brighter than any star I’ve ever seen, such beauty can only be seen and admired once in a lifetime. Humans are greedy and only like them fresh and unused. I’ll be sure to cherish this.”
As a single pair of his hands ran up her torso to admire such a once in a lifetime sight and back down to the tight waistband that kept her innocence and purity hidden. In a single motion, it was all revealed.
Dahlia begged, kicked and cried, to no avail… she was stripped down exposing her innocence to a wolf’s tainted eyes. Why was she born a girl? Maybe… nothing would’ve happened if she was a boy.
…
The teacher thoroughly violated her, blood was spilled and draped everywhere on the floor. Seconds stretched to minutes, minutes stretched to hours. Dahlia cried one last time as the man pulled her limp and empty body away.
Bruises littered around her body, tears still running down her face while still looking emotionless. Not emotionless, more like numb, face of defeat, the lack of and at the same time the over processing thoughts ruling over her mind. Her wet tears rewet the dried ones that flowed endlessly seconds ago. As she slowly collected all the energy she could get…
“Dolion Holiday…I hate you.”
“Don’t say that when I’m the only one who’ll love you now.”
Mr Holiday dropped her to the ground not unlike trash as he wiped her down to get rid of the evidence.
Now the only evidence is the memory in Dahlia’s head that will forever taunt her until she dies. No one would want to hear of this.
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“mom…” Dahlia came home disheveled, tie slightly undone, buttons ripped, dress stained, hair untied and hobbling back with blood all over her legs, arms and clothes…
“Dahl! What happened!” Dahlia’s mother asked. Dahlia simply locked the door behind her and cried into her mother’s arms as she cried. “Momma… Momma…” Dahlia took a deep breath, her mother awaiting her response.
“Quickly, I have things to do.”
“Oh sorry. Well…Nothing then momma... I'm just so happy I got top of the class…”
“Good job, now finish your homework, I need to pick up your father.”
Dahlia slowly hobbled back to her room, eyes on the ground, vision white and blurred with the tears that pooled as she gripped onto her shirt. As complete exhaustion laid heavy on her entire being.
Not even her mother will hear of this, she wouldn’t listen or understand.
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“Dahlia Lopez! You need to get to school!” Dahlia’s mother knocked at her bathroom door early in the morning as she was in there throwing up a storm. “I can’t call in sick for you anymore! Not until you see the doctors!” Her mother shouted an ultimatum. Dahlia froze up at the word doctor, they’d know, they’d know for sure and just like he said… she’ll be hated…
“No!”
“Then go to school! You were fine 2 weeks ago!”
“I really don’t feel well mom, please… please I can’t see him again…”
“What are you on about?!”
Dahlia leans over the toilet as she feels the acid run up her throat and throws up again
“That’s it, you're going to a doctor!”
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At the doctor’s office Dahlia’s throat dried up as she twiddled her thumbs. “So any symptoms?” Dahlia threw up her hands to defend herself and exclaimed “Oh! Doctor it’s noth-..” Dahlia’s mom cut her off “She’s been throwing up in the morning after she eats anything and sometimes in the evening.”
“Has she had her period yet this month?”
“No.”
“Any sexual activities as of recent?”
“No-!”
“Yes…”
“What.” Dahlia’s mom shot a piercing glare at Dahlia
“I’m sorry…” a tear rolled down her face
“I need your urine sample to perform a pregnancy test and if it’s positive since you’re under 18 there are various things I’ll need to talk to you about.”
“Ok…”
The wait was excruciatingly quiet, Dahlia not being able to face her mom as her mom rubbed her temples to soothe the growing headache.
Dahlia’s mom’s arms are crossed and her face a scowl. And broke the silence.
“sex… SEX AT 16?!”
“It’s not what it sounds like mom! I- I- I!”
“If it comes out positive you’re getting out of this house. No amount of pleading, crying or begging is getting you back inside better to figure something out.”
Before Dahlia could reply, the doctor walks in holding the report and says…
…
“It’s positive.”
…
The walk home was quiet, Dahlia never even got to say what happened that fateful day… It was all her own fault..
“I’m sorry mom…”
“Get out of my sight.”
“Mom I have to take care of-!”
“PACK YOUR BAGS AND LEAVE!”
“But.. how will I care for my child…. What about your own child…”
“Today is the day I lost my child.”
Dahlia packed her bags in 15 minutes and ran out crying as she lost the only person who she thought would still love her after everything…
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“Hey… I changed my name.” Dahlia explained to… Dolion Holiday, the father of the child.
“To what?” Dolion inquired.
“Hans.. I want to be Hans and when this child is born I want to change… everything.” Hans replied. Deep down he knew this wasn’t only for the long awaited change in gender but also so no one will ever know of his old life.
“Hans Holiday doesn’t sound bad! You thought about me didn’t you~” Dolion teased his victim.
“No. I just liked the name. I’m doing this for me.” Hans said as he placed a hand on his growing child, “Tsk, speaking of names, what about the kid’s.” Dolion pointed.
“Deene! I want his name to be Deene!” Hans replied enthusiastically
“What does it mean?”
Hans thought for a bit on whether to tell him.
“Hope…”
For he is the last hope for Hans to at least return to a hint of “normalcy” not that he knew what a normal family of an unwanted child born of black blood and tainted tears would look like. Hopefully they’ll hang on to the end even if it is held up by a thread.
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128 pouted like a child as 64 laughed at his childish antics, “H-H-HEY! DON’T LAUGH!” 64 typed through his hurting sides [“Then maybe don’t get stuck inside a tree?”]. “LOOK! SPAPPY GOT STUCK IN THIS TREE HOLE AND I GOTTA GET THEM OUT SOMEHOW!!” 128 snapped back. Spappy, a snail 128 found on the ground when he first emerged from the sea, it had a cracked shell and a personality larger than any other snail!
64 tried pulling and pushing, at one point he tried to use gasoline as a lubricant to get 128 to slide out, to no one’s surprise, it did not work. But finally, after what seems like HOURS 128 pulls out his extra pair of and pushes on the tree until he came out with a pop! Man 64 was gonna start punching the tree down too…
Days like these… sigh wish we had more of them!
MAYBE ON THE NEXT EPISODE OF 64 LORE!!! MAYBE THERE WILL BE MORE ANGST! MAYBE THERE WILL BE MORE FLUFF WITH 128 AND 64 WHO KNOWS???
THIS IS THE END OF “64’s scars” BYEEEEE!!!
[insert twist by corn]