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[ 007n7 ]
007n7 sat on his bed.
Tired, exhausted from the last round. It was like 5 hours ago, but it was no excuse to not be tired. After all, he was stuck in this place for almost a year.
He wasn't exactly the best at communicating. Shedletsky was there, Builderman was too, Elliot, even NOLI, but.. atleast C00lkid was there. Though, his son didn't look like himself. He knew this was gonna be a long year? No idea, it seemed like he didn't age, nor did others.
He rubbed his neck, looking down at his feet. He didn't regret taking this path — the path that led him to taking care of c00lkidd. He looked at his wrists, covered in scarred scars, sighing as he grabbed the bandage on the nightstand. He didn't want to make anybody uncomfortable, covering it up with bandages and his sleeves. Time didn't work in this place, or realm. But we assumed it did, so that we couldn't go insane. 007n7 stood up, stretching. He can smell the smell of freshly baked pizza, which grabbed his attention.
He wasn't sure if he should eat. He went through this everyday. Did they not see what was going on with him? No, he needed to stop being dramatic. This was the act he deserved. He hoped that, after they knew how he died, they wouldn't pity him. It sicken him, he covered his face with his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose, feeling discomfort.
He decided to stay in bed — not wanting to make anybody uncomfortable with his presence. He was sure they hated him.
And they did hate him, those funny looks, he felt distressed. Was there no way to prove that he changed? He laid in his bed, legs dangling off as he stared at the celling. Groaning, but atleast almost everyone cared about him slighty. Elliot, somehow being nice even after the incident, he was happy.
Though, he wasn't sure if Elliot did forgive him.
He hoped someday that they will. All of them. He had no affiliations with the cultist. But he wanted them to forgive if they knew what happened. Gosh, it hurts. His eyes hurts. He wasn't sleeping well. But now's not the time to complain.
[ Shedletsky ]
Shedletsky's foot tapped impatiently, his lips puckered, his hand balancing his head, staring at Elliot who put the pizza in the oven, brushing the imaginary dust off his hands. He looked at the empty seat, it was 007n7's, but he shrugged it off.
He didn't exactly feel hatred for 007n7, having grown used to his presence. But he was helpful. Though, he could notice how 007n7 was distant with everyone. Whenever he wanted to give a medkit, He would just try to leave it Infront of their sight. But somehow, even if he wasn't selfish, he managed to get ahead of us, getting last man standing. Odd, right? Shedletsky had to admit, it was pretty admirable, but again, Shedletsky shook his head, leaning on his chair.
Smelling the smell of freshly baked pizza made him sat properly, smirking slighty as Elliot placed the pizza on the table. He couldn't help but notice Elliot grabbing a paper plate, grabbing a slice and walking upstairs. Hearing a door creak, and some mumbling he couldn't make out of. And Elliot came down empty-handed, shocking, Elliot ate that fast?
Elliot took another slice? Shedletsky couldn't help but roll his eyes, before mumbling, jokingly — "Geez, Elliot. You're getting a second slice already?" He commented, before yelping as Builderman had slapped him at the back of his head. Frustrated but also amused at his Joke.
[ Elliot ]
Elliot knocked on 007n7 door, with the paper plate in his other hand. Waiting for 007n7 took like, five seconds. 007n7 opened the door slighty, peeking. Squinting as he hadn't his glasses on right now.
"Here." Elliot said, averting his gaze and reaching the plate for 007n7 to take it. "Oh, Elliot.. thank you, I appreciate it." 007n7 spoke, opening the door more enough to grab the plate. "Uhm, thank you, again—" 007n7 spoke, but got cut off by Elliot, "Just eat it." Elliot quietly whispered. His hand on his hips. 007n7 nodded, closing the door and mumbling a thank you behind closed doors.
Elliot stared, he wasn't sure what the man's problem was, mumbling thank you, apologizing when 90% of it wasn't his fault. It didn't go out of Elliot's sight. He knew 007n7 had changed, but how can he make sure? That was the same guy that destroyed his work place.
He was just glad that 007n7 changed..? Maybe. But it was like those story, where a man discovered peace and got peaceful. Whatever, Elliot thought as he walked down the stairs, seeing Shedletsky scoffing. He didn't care at all, who was he to let 007n7 starve? He wasn't heartless, they had to work together. In this godforsaken place.
As Elliot sat down, grabbing another slice with an unamused look, his eyebrows raised as he heard Shedletsky joke, before getting cut off with a slap by Builderman. Elliot couldn't help but smile, it was funny to say the least. He sighed, gazing at all the survivors.