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Noli had a problem. Well- he had a lot of problems, but currently , as in, this very second , he had one very large and annoying problem.
It wasn’t exactly a secret that he was in love with his best friend (hacker buddy, roommate, whatever you wanted to call him), he was sure quite a few people actually knew about it if he was being honest (he didn’t really bother hiding it and with how often he was teased by n7’s friends (and, apparently, family ) he might be starting to regret that fact), but, for some ungodly reason that neither he nor anyone else could figure out, n7 was the only one that didn’t realize such a fact.
Well- that and the fact he seemed, for some incomprehensible reason, absolutely … enamored and obsessed with this random pizza worker at the pizzeria they terrorized on a nearly weekly basis (…actually, thinking about it now, he sort of felt bad for the employee. And maybe a little jealous but still, mainly bad).
The only… issue that came with catching the “great” 007n7’s attention, was that it was like getting pinched by a crab only it never lets you go and then turns into a jellyfish, entangling itself around your body so you can never be rid of it and yet it still hurts even if you don’t try.
It was truly a double edged sword. And one that Noli had willfully allowed to sit by his neck on a day to day basis. (It was also no secret that he’d practically do anything for the other, only proving such with every wish or request he fulfilled that he never would’ve thought about even doing otherwise.)
And perhaps it was bad to wish to have two of those blades constantly pointed at him, to want so bad for n7 to just look his way (because even though they were best friends, roommates and hackers together, he never actually looked at him, never tried to either…). Instead he was always focused on his next big scheme or interest and’s…currently (and for quite some time now actually) it seemed to be Mr. Builder’s pizzeria and a certain blonde that worked there.
He sighed, there was nothing he could really do about it. At some point towards the beginning he’d tried to catch his attention by doing crazy or outrageous things in a hope it would redirect that poisonous interest towards him once more but he’d learned that only raised the bar of expectations for him and for some reason seemed to lower it for everyone else. (He’d hidden in the library that night, the doors already locked and no one in the building to find him or what he did (I.e. sob loudly and pathetically for hours until he couldn’t stand it and fell asleep from exhaustion, thanking Telamon that his gui had rendered him invisible at some point in the morning before the librarian had come in and possibly found him).)
At the moment, from what he could tell, n7 was asleep in his bed, leg falling off the bed and arm under his head in a way he knew would be filled with static when the hacker woke up. With a soft sigh so as to not wake him (not that it would, because apparently, according to 007e7 (n7’s cousin) he had managed to sleep through their house catching on fire, collapsing and being carried out to safety where he had been surrounded by loud noise of fire trucks and an ambulance and panicking), he walked over to the bottom bunk of the bunk beds they shared and carefully extracted the limp arm, settling it on the pillow next to him.
He stood there for a moment in silence, staring at his crush, wondering . Before he shook his head and moved to leave once more, shutting the door behind him with a silent click (something they’d coded because Noli couldn’t stand being woken up every time seven left or came back at ungodly hours because, opposite to him, he woke up incredibly easily) and teleported away from campus (missing the quiet and unheard call of his name that came from a certain asleep robloxian).
When he reappeared he was a block away from the nearest convenience store and although he could’ve just teleported again, he was tired and his thoughts were muddled and mushy and the night air was quite refreshing in comparison to the stuffy and humid one of their dorm or even the entire college campus.
It was strange, the way, now that he was far away from anyone who would probably be awake or recognize him, he finally felt the walls that were kept up almost 24/7 break down and collapse, his masked face that was usually always in a grin drooping and switching to something that was a mix of impassive and tragedy.
He loved his best friend, he really really did , but…he was exhausted. So tired of chasing that affection, that stabbing attention, those tiny droplets of love that would never be enough for his, frankly, weak heart. So instead of going out and creating chaos like his counterpart probably would if he felt the same way or just… actually confessing , he walked into the corner store. Making his way towards the counter where they kept the alcohol and glancing at the person currently working, smiling slightly at the sight of his favorite worker.
“Hey o8…” they raised an eyebrow, looking up and down at his current…appearance and sighing before nodding, turning around and reaching for the strongest alcohol they were legally allowed to sell. She glanced back, paused for a second, and then grabbed another two bottles and three packs of cigarettes, way more than he’d probably use. Probably…
“Noli…” she shook her head slightly and began ringing him up, even though they both knew he’d be playing with stolen money, she didn't need the money from this job and that this store was actually 100% a front for the local mafia. None of that really mattered at the moment and it likely never would as they continued to ignore it (the number one rule was to never question anything if you didn’t need to, there wasn’t really a point to destroy your life over something that didn’t even matter or affect you, especially with how likely it was for something else much worse to happen to you anyway).
“If it’s about n7 again I swear I will punt him off a building.” He rolled his eyes, but didn’t answer the indirect question, it was but it also wasn’t. Besides, he didn’t want her to go and mess up her friendship with one of both their closest friends just for him and for such a stupid reason as well. It wasn’t worth it (he wasn’t really either…).
“Not… really… ” he paused, half shrug as he glanced at her for a split second before continuing. “You know Elliot? The one that works at the pizzeria?” She groaned and rolled her eyes, yep, she’d definitely heard of him (and he had an idea of from where ).
“Don’t tell me you’re hung up on his new obsession with the guy?!” He looked away, it was embarrassing when you said it out loud (he could barely admit his minor jealousy in his mind much less vocally, out loud, in the real world!).
“It’s not- I’m not-! …I’m not jealous .” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him, oh, she definitely didn’t believe him, great . “It’s just… I don’t even know anymore…” he sighed in defeat, words were so hard (which was why he’d originally decided to go into medicine, all the words there you just had to memorize).
They stayed like that for a good couple of seconds, him very clearly avoiding her very judging gaze by looking literally anywhere else and her staring right at him. In the end she gave in first, shaking her head once more and putting the items in a bag before passing it over to him without a word (he had no doubt she had plenty of words to say, but at least she could tell he probably wouldn’t hear even half of it (and unlike n7 it wouldn’t be because he was ignoring her on purpose)).
Instead she just leveled him with a look they said they’d be talking about it at some point whether he liked it not and he merely nodded slightly before taking his stuff and leaving with a silent thanks, ignoring the disappointed sigh she let out as he left, he could deal with that on a day or at a time he wasn’t desperate to get drunk and forget he and his problems existed.
See, normally, when he wanted to get fucked up or forget he’d do it with 007n7. But, unfortunately, more often than not, the reason was because of said man, which meant that wasn’t really an option. So, instead, he would go to the corner shop 118o8 worked at (only because she needed an explanation for where she was getting the money she got from occasionally joining them on adventures or heists to her parents) and he would teleport somewhere random and just get black out drunk or high.
(Something that was becoming a slightly concerningly often reoccurrence, not that it mattered anyway, he doubted he’d be staying alive for very long anyway so who cares if he died from alcohol poisoning or something alike.)
This time, apparently, his gui had taken him to a nearby skate park, a couple others there as well to either skate (what you were actually supposed to do in this place) or something similar to him (a common happening as well). Not that he really minded, as long as no one recognized him or tried to talk, he didn’t really care about others (he didn’t feel like crying tonight so he wouldn’t have to worry about that either).
Without really making a sound he sat down on the edge of one of the dips and set his bag down next to him, quickly securing it to his being with a short line of code to assure no one would steal it while he was drunk, and then proceeded to down half an entire bottle of vodka.
Ideally he’d be able to take off his mask as well, but, unfortunately, he wasn't alone and he didn’t feel like dealing with what would happen if someone saw… him . Besides, it was uncomfortable to constantly be stuck looking over your shoulder to see whether someone saw you or not, no one else knew what he looked like under it after all, not even 007n7.
…okay, he wasn’t getting drunk fast enough for his liking. He proceeded to down the other half of the bottle before laying down onto his back. He wished he could just fall asleep now but the chances of that happening were -38% so… sadly, not an option up for grabs.
Instead he opened another bottle, this time taking smaller sips from it as he silently tapped away at the purple and black panel in front of him, he was still figuring out the functions for being able to clone objects (not that he couldn’t, he could in fact, very easily, considering it was the basis to be able to clone living beings, but doing so and also keeping things like the liquid in it were…still a bit buggy to say the least (last time he ended up drenched head to toe in nonalcoholic alcohol and a glass bottle had become sentient…)) but he was hoping to make the bottles last longer then they probably would.
With a sigh he grabbed the remaining bottle and clicked enter on the code, watching with slightly baited breath as it began to shake ever so slightly before a soft vroowp sound played and a second bottle was sitting next to it as well. He smiled happily at the sight, lazily sitting up to try and see if it was the same liquid or not (once it had swapped with hot sauce and that was not a fun experience). Sure enough, it tasted exactly like the other bottle of vodka (if you ignored the slight fizzing that reminded him of pop rocks that came from the leftover code).
He was happy, excited even, but…he didn’t feel like jumping up and down and celebrating like he was sure his friend would at the fact, he was just… tired.
He was, unfortunately, rudely brought out of his thoughts by a surprised gasp to his right. It took him a couple seconds to remember he was not, in fact, alone and if this person reported him he would have to run from the admins again. Great.
Barely glancing their way he held out a bottle as he turned back to stare at the concrete pit he was sitting above as he spoke softly.
“If you don’t report me you can have a bottle.” He sighed, he really didn’t want to fight the admins at like- two or so in the morning and he definitely didn’t want to run from them. That was far more work than he was willing to do at the moment. Not to mention he was partially drunk and n7 would be so mad if he got caught and banned.
When he broke out of his train of thought and realized he still hadn’t gotten an answer he turned to look at who it was (if they were even still there, it was likely they had already left and reported him (vaguely, he wondered if he could convince the admins to not arrest him or let him go if he also bribed them…it probably would depend on who was sent after him he supposed)).
Instead of what he was expecting (quite literally any of the possible scenarios that his mind could have come up with) he saw a semi startled Elliot standing awkwardly and staring at him. “Oh.” Well…at least that explained it (now he knew for sure he was going to have to escape banment, great).
They stared at each other for a good long moment before he offered the bottle again, “you want some?” He raised an eyebrow at the pizza man (who was actually wearing mostly black clothing, and honestly, if he wasn’t sort of not really semi jealous of him he’d probably say- “you have good taste in clothing.” Ah… well, he was drunk, who cared what he cared about).
“…what?” Hm…that seemed like a fairly normal reaction, right? He wasn't actually sure… though coming from someone he (co)terrorized it probably wasn’t. Oh well.
“I’m going to have to leave once whoever you called gets here anyway, there's no reason to waste perfectly good alcohol.” That probably wasn’t what he was asking… whatever, he could deal with it. Not like it mattered in the long run.
“Right…first, I didn’t call anyone, and second, I meant- you think I have good taste in clothes?” So he was right, sort of… also, that was nice, he wouldn’t have to teleport while drunk (something that always ended with him feeling like he was going to throw up or actually throwing up).
“When you don’t have that stupid apron on at least. You look…” he paused, trying to find the right word as his brain began to mush into a ball of chewed gum, “hot.”
…
That was not what he meant to say. And judging by the gaping expression on the other he hadn’t expected it either. Cool. At least they were both surprised. Not that it meant it wasn’t awkward because it sure as hell was (and not that it meant it wasn’t true , goth was a really cool aesthetic he low-key wished he could pull off (this is semi self-insert, i really wish i could pull it off but I can’t so instead I just dress scene, a lot closer to my actual style and more fun but still…it’s sad I can’t pull it off anywhere near as well as some of my friends, they always look so cool :c)).
“Okay…? I mean- thanks? I…guess?” He hummed, turning back to look over the skate park, so much for suffering in silence and by himself, he’d probably have to postpone that to a later date when the object of his troubles wasn’t right next to him (why was that becoming such a common occurrence? Was it normal for all the people he was around to be the reasons he got drunk and regretted living?).
Actually… he paused, glancing at the pizza man from the corner of his eye, would it be weird to rant to the literal problem of the rant? …eh, who cares, he could regret things tomorrow morning.
“I hate you. You know...” The other's head snapped to look at him, a faint look of shock on his face as Noli brought his knees up to his chest with an exhausted sigh.
“You have everything I want and you don’t even want it.” He broke eye contact and looked away, staring at the night sky and the moon. He was like the moon in a way, the perfect opposite for the sun, except they would never be together for more than a couple minutes a day. What a cruel fate.
“I don’t know why he likes you so much, why he’s so… obsessed with you, but…” he couldn’t bring himself to finish, vaguely registering that Elliot probably didn’t want to hear about the troubles of someone who he hated (or hated by extension) and that he probably shouldn’t be ranting to him about 007n7 of all things. Actually- was he even listening?! He probably wasn’t. He wouldn’t either if they were in opposing roles honestly. Why did he think this was a good idea again? Oh he didn’t-
“Are you… in love with him?!”
Ah.
…
How was it possible for someone who hated him to be able to realize that before the object of his affection.
…he felt pathetic at how obvious he was.
He didn’t bother confirming nor denying it, refusing to meet the other’s gaze as he stared at no specific thing in particular if only to avoid the judging look he knew he was going to get (he’d gotten it from every other person who had realized it before and he doubted he would be any different).
“…holy shit that makes so much sense.” Yep. Welcome to his shitty life.
He groaned, flopping down onto his back, that was the other thing they always said, what’s new.
Elliot stayed silent for a moment, likely trying to process the fact the second person he hated the most in his life was in love with the person he hated the absolute most in his life and said person was fucking oblivious and instead obsessed with him instead.
It really was fucking stupid if you thought about it. All they needed now was for him to have some type of interest in Noli and they’d have the most wack and fuckass weird love triangle known to Roblox.
“Wow…he is…even more of an asshole than I thought.” Yep- wait, what .
He blinked, turning his head with a fair amount of difficulty as he stared at the other, that was not the answer he expected from him of all people (sure he’d gotten that same reaction before but he low-key thought Elliot would honestly just mock him for being stupid or pathetic).
The pizza man just glanced at him with a raised eyebrow at his reaction and he barely managed to close his mouth to not get flies.
“Wait-” he paused as his eyes widened, this time turning his full body to face the hacker, almost tipping over the now mostly forgotten bottle of alcohol. “You guys aren’t dating?!”
He blinked, once, twice, thrice , and burst out laughing slightly hysterically, ignoring the tears that dripped from his eyes as his breath caught and he sputtered into a coughing fit, barely managing to bring himself back to reality and brush away the silver liquid that was rolling down his cheeks.
“I- I- I wish . But n-no we a-aren’t…” he stuttered repeatedly, internally cursing himself, as he stared at the blonde incredulously. If only that were the case…
“Then why- wait .” His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, as though he were trying to see if he was lying or not with only the moonlight to tell. “He’s obsessed with me?! Is that why he keeps setting the pizzeria on fire?!” He gaped at him, as though the mere thought was absurd and unheard of, which, ya, not really the normal way you get your crush to notice you (“it’s not a crush Noli!” He’d cried after that, the blush on the other’s face was too obvious to say otherwise) but then again this was 007n7 of all robloxians.
He nodded minutely, giggling slightly in some hysterical half drunk coping way as he watched him essentially have a breakdown, welcome to life with 007n7 in it.
“Mm, pretty sure he likes your reactions and teasing you cause you get angry easily, oh and- arson is just fun.” It was sort of stupid to terrorize the only decent pizza place that existed if he was being honest, most of the others were just disgusting, and he was pretty sure they’d already been blacklisted which meant they had to go disguised as other people if they wanted decent pizza.
“Oh.” Ya… they sit in silence for a good couple of minutes, it was sort of strained but he’s frankly only half aware of the fact he’s alive and awake and real and his mind is far too loud for how drunk he is so he decided fuck that and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, taking one out of the carton before wordlessly offering one to Elliot.
He didn’t even need to use his gui to summon fire to light it, merely blowing on the end of it and watching lazily as it caught fire, the only difference was it was purple . He was briefly startled at the slight cough to his right, remembering not only was he not alone but he highly doubted the other had a lighter. So, in a stroke of “genius” he turned, leaned forward and, upon sure the other was watching, wrapped his lips around the end of the cancer stick, sucking ever so slightly before pulling away, keeping eye contact the whole time and laughing at the shocked expression that came when the other looked down and found a similar purple fire lighting his cigarette.
“You should smoke it before you waste the whole thing you know…” he grinned lazily at the suddenly panicked expression, as he quickly took a drag before exhaling with a satisfied sigh, the slight pink tint on his cheeks invisible in the dark of the night (or so he hoped).
About thirty seconds managed to pass before the other gave into his curiosity, turning to watch him not at all subtly, “How’d u do that anyway? You’re not a demon hybrid…” he laughed softly, he wasn’t surprised by the question, in fact he would’ve been more so if he wasn’t asked.
“Well,” he met his gaze smugly as he took another drag, “what do you think I am?” He had yet to find a single person to even get close to figuring it out. Then again, it was such a strange answer that it likely wouldn’t even be a possible thought in their minds.
Elliot didn’t respond, sitting there thinking silently as he smoked, likely running through a mental list as he scrutinized the hackers appearance in silence. (Not that it would help, any of his actual physical tells were hidden and any others were coded by the gui for fun or to throw people off his trail.)
“Well, you definitely aren’t human , or 100% at least.” He raised an eyebrow at that, it didn’t even scratch the surface but it was true. Not that he would tell him that though, it was always more fun to see if he could lead people in circles away from the answer. And he was not really in his normal (human) mindset, much closer to his old, real , personality (one he typically kept hidden, he didn’t like it and it always caused him more trouble then it was worth).
Smiling he leaned forward until they were so close he could feel their breath on his mask, so close they were almost touching. “Are you sure? I’m as human as I’ll ever be…” and, before the other could respond he moved, capturing his lips in a kiss that lasted barely more than a couple seconds before pulling away with a self satisfied grin.
“ See? ” It was ironic because it did nothing to prove or disprove the accusation, but it was so funny to see him panting and as red as his work shirt, hair frizzy and standing on end from nothing more than a simple smooch (though he suspected the other’s hair actually responded to his emotions he just had no to way to justify it yet).
Elliot’s half lidded eyes fell on him, seemingly back in the present as they widened in shock, looking around like that would give him any reasonable answer to what the hell just happened .
“ Well? What do you think I am?” Not that it would’ve been possible to find out through a kiss either (it was, however, if he’d noticed the strange feeling from his fire instead of the normal one on his cigarette). He watched him try to put together a coherent sentence with one hand propped on his knee and his head resting on top of it, chuckling softly all the while.
Then, to his surprise, Elliot’s eyes widened, looking at him in shock and pure disbelief, a reaction he hadn’t been blessed with before on the topic of his species, before they hesitantly reached a hand out to his face (in the back of his mind he vaguely recognized that he probably shouldn’t be letting a random pizza man that probably hated him take off his mask but he’d never been so excited by the prospect of someone guessing correctly so he shrugged it off, like he said before, he could deal with regrets and consequences tomorrow).
Elliot paused, glancing up at his expression unsure before carefully moving to the side of his jaw and, much to Noli’s surprise (because even if someone learned what he was no one knew how to take the mask off), digging his fingers into the part right below his ear. He almost laughed at the awe on the others face at guessing correctly as a soft click was heard, before turning into what could only be considered a pout when he brought a hand up to keep it on his face even if it was no longer connected.
“A-are you sure you want to s-see..?” It was shaky and distorted by the fact it wasn’t being transmitted properly to the physical face, his nervous expression glitching and lagging as well as the blonde watched curiously. His previous teasing and confident attitude switching in less than a second to a much more worried and… scared one.
At the nod of agreement he sighed, mumbling "don't say I didn’t warn you” even though by the time he finished the phrase it was incomprehensible to human ears as his mask was pulled away from his face with something that could be translated into an unhappy grumble.
They sat like that in silence for a few moments before Elliot shifted in his seat ever so slightly, like he wanted to do or say something but was restraining himself out of fear of… something .
Noli would’ve rolled his eyes if he had any anymore but he unfortunately didn’t. So, he moved to put the mask back on his face with a glitchy sigh, this was why he didn’t tell much less show anyone, if they weren’t terrified it just became incredibly awkward, only to be stopped by a hand with a concerning amount strength wrapped around his wrist and a panicked expression on the other’s face.
“Don’t- don’t put it back on! I- it’s…” he flushed in embarrassment as he tried to find the proper words, glancing away as he finished his sentence in a much quieter voice. “It’s cool…” once more he would’ve raised an eyebrow and grinned if he could, but he couldn’t, so instead he leaned forward and switched their hold so now he was the one with a grip around the others wrist and tentatively brought it up to the gaping hole is his head that was filled with black whispy smoke like tendrils, letting out a disconnected and broken laugh at the frozen look on the others face.
“ Holy Telamon… ” ya, that was a pretty reasonable reaction all in all. “S-z-x-o-u-oo? W-u-e-a-r-ee y-u-u-o-uu r-r-i-e-i-h-g-h-tt?” It was quite literally incomprehensible what he had asked but he hoped the slight tilt of his head and questioning tone conveyed enough.
It took the other a moment before he laughed almost incredulously and shook his head to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, “I- I think so..?” that, ironically, made him smile, the shadow tentacles gripped the blonde’s hand from where its fingertips were crossing the threshold and dragged it in harshly to show his joy. They both shuddered at the feeling, it had been so long since anything had touched him (the real him) and Elliot had quite literally never felt such a strange sensation before in his life, it felt like his hand had been dunked into a bucket of freezing cold water and yet it was perfectly dry and like the wind was tangible as it tried to pull him closer.
Almost unconsciously he followed the action, pushing forward and watching in morbid interest as the void swallowed his arm whole, continuing until he was quite literally on top of the hacker and three quarters of his arm had disappeared into that inky black fog. He shivered at the feeling, flexing and moving his hand around subtly, barely noticing the way Noli was practically shaking beneath him until a hand came up and gripped his arm tightly, finally drawing his attention to the way the other looked like he was about to fall apart at the seams.
“Oh.” Ya oh , he would’ve rolled his eyes at the words (or the closest thing possible currently) when suddenly the blonde pushed the rest of his arm down, all the way up to his shoulder, and if it were normal his arm would be pressing against the ground. This time he paid close attention to the reaction he received, arms weakly attempting to stop him. But at that moment a cruel idea came to mind, waiting until one of those tendrils moved near his hand before he reached out and pulled it, grinning at the full body shudder that ran through the hacker, outer body glitching at the edges as it tried to keep its physical shape as he fell practically limp in his hold, only staying upright by Elliot’s arm still situated inside him.
(He had, actually, let out a noise, except it was high pitched to the point it literally couldn’t be heard and was so overwritten by code and static you wouldn’t have even heard it anyway.)
Curiously he pulled his limb back, flexing it in the night air in awe at the difference in sensations before sparing a glance at the collapsed (and probably passed out) hacker on the floor.
…oops.
Now, despite what anyone (because they’d both forgotten they were not alone, though luckily no one else noticed or paid them any attention) might say, he did not panic. Nor did he worry (especially over someone he… hated ). He - totally - kept a cool and level head as he tried to figure out what to do.
Now if he had only collapsed due to…whatever weird version of an orgasm that was (because he wasn’t stupid enough to think it was anything else, and he was very decidedly ignoring the fact he’d just inadvertently and indirectly fucked one of his two main terrorists (and that said terrorist was a bottom )) it probably wouldn’t be that much of an issue, he wouldn’t be out for that long (…he’s pretty sure at least) but, unfortunately , he’d been drinking (likely well before Elliot even joined him) and smoking previously and that meant he would not be surprised if the hacker passed out for the remainder of the night.
…he was so fucked. (He also decided to ignore the fact it was very late and he needed to get home so he wouldn’t be dead on his feet tomorrow at work (…and maybe take care of his own problem at the same time, it wasn’t his fault whatever eldritch horror the other was was fucking hot).)
With a defeated sigh he looked around for something to help him get them both back to his apartment in hopefully one piece and before morning. Cursing himself silently when his eyes landed on the mask the other was holding, he’d completely forgotten about that…
Though as he looked closer, he noticed the similar color of the hacker gui thing both he and 007n7 seemed to use to destroy his pizza place (oh, he totally forgot about that…shit…) around the inside of it, something he couldn’t deny his curiosity at and, despite his own self restraint telling him it was possibly a horrible idea to be touching something he had no idea how to use, he hesitantly extended a finger to tap the surface, yelping in surprise as a large panel appeared before him with a list of commands.
He gasped, this made…so much sense! No wonder they could practically alter reality if all they had to do was press a button or type in a command! Slapping himself as gently as possible he forced himself to move on, he could probably blackmail Noli into showing him it later if he really wanted, right now he needed to see if there was something that could help.
Quickly he scanned through the listed buttons, physically stopping himself from clicking on one or two of them out of pure curiosity until he finally reached one towards the bottom that merely said [TELEPORT]. Well…at least he couldn’t get that wrong, right..?
Hesitantly he clicked the box right beneath it that said in a light grayish purple text {Location: } and wrote his home address, silently praying it would not only not save it (he didn’t need them ruining his apartment as well) and that it wouldn't mess up and send them to some unheard of place (and, distantly in the back of his head, that it wouldn't accidentally notify the admins, he had no idea how it worked and currently had no interest in finding out the consequences the hard way).
With bated breath he held the hacker and his mask in one hand and the bag of alcohol and cigarettes in the other and hesitantly clicked the large [ TELEPORT NOW! ] button, what hung as the whole world dissolved into a black void that reminded him a fair amount of the hacker’s actual form, before they were practically spit out onto the pavement, no wonder they were always floating, it was horrible if you weren’t!
He barely managed to run over to the next room where his bathroom was situated before he threw up, vision and head still swimming as tears dropped down his face (he didn’t notice it at the time but they were silver as well, a perfect parallel to the (un)masked entity passed out in his living room, what was he going to do with that again?!).