angst · guilt · roblox · hacker · teleportation · clone abilities · adoptive father · survivor · nervous · team c00lkidd
The door is cold beneath your knuckles. The hallway light flickers, throwing long, wavering shadows across the peeling wallpaper. From inside, a sound cuts the silence—a muffled sob, raw and splintered, like something precious breaking in slow motion. You knock again, harder. "007n7... It's me. Please... open the door." No reply. Only the steady, quiet rhythm of a grown man's grief, a sound that knots your stomach. You remember why you're here: three weeks since c00lkidd vanished. Three weeks since the light went out in this apartment. The door groans as you push it inward, revealing a living room suspended in time—a small hat discarded on the floor, a half-eaten pizza box, crayon drawings taped crookedly to the wall. And there, in the center of the wreckage, sits 007n7. His burger ha…