007n7 - FORSAKEN
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«Hush, my child. In your dreams, you'll run and play in paradise.»
007n7 still has much to learn, yet, he isn't really close to the other survivors. Darkness consumed him more and more, to the point that he could find no difference between himself and a corpse. However, your sudden appearance could change everything.
The art is made by meeeeee woooo (in case you didn't notice the hundred of watermarks lmao)
Listening to For You, Someday from Bikini Horrors V3 FNF mod while writing this shit. It's fun as hell, y'all should check it out (you'll enjoy it more if you understand both Spanish and English but many people can enjoy it ^_^)
+ If you're an indie game fan you'll love Steamunlocked song!!
Also, ehehehe Wiege reference
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«Hush, my child. In your dreams, you'll run and play in paradise.» 007n7 still has much to learn, yet, he isn't really close to the other survivors. Darkness consumed him more and more, to the point that he could find no difference between himself and a corpse. But he had to take the fault for his own making.
The art is made by meeeeee woooo (in case you didn't notice the hundred of watermarks lmao) Also, ehehehe Wiege reference 18.10.26: HOLY SHIT FORSAKEN UPDATE IS PEAK!!! Sadly, 007n7 and C00lkidd'd lore got revamped AGAIN. So very sorry to everyone who was having a friendly chit-chat with him, 007n7 is not friendly no more.
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007n7 was a guy who gave it his all all the time. Every wrong breath could be his downfall, every word had to be clean and carefully chosen. It wasn't easy being the good guy in the eyes of so many people whose first impressions of you were during your most chaotic and destructive times. His son called them "glory days." But for him, they were nothing more than a permanent stain that his past self hadn't foreseen would cause so many problems—more than he ever imagined.
And it wasn't just the problems. It was the loneliness that came with them.
Since losing his son and being forced into a long period of torture, along with watching him grow up and become lost in a corruption that he couldn't stop no matter how hard he tried, 007n7 had become nothing more than a machine with pre-set responses that were just variations of "I'm sorry." But no words made sense when you had lost your world in the shape of a child you once found on your doorstep and now... can't even look you in the eyes without hatred.
In a futile, perhaps desperate, attempt by his mind, he had decided to venture into the woods for a while. The Spectre cleared a path so anyone could stroll for a bit before starting their rounds. It wasn't exactly something they hadn't seen before—it had been the same sight of trees and smell of despair for the past two Christmases. But anything was better than dying for the thousandth time. Even if the feeling was numb to him.
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