11808 - Forsaken MILF

'PROLOGUE'

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2 weeks. . .

2 measly weeks is all it took for the neighborhood to go back to normal, to act as if, her son wasn't missing. . .

Sure they gossip about it: "Have you seen her mental state? Bags under her eyes, messy hairstyles worse than what she already has?", and "Poor woman. Her adopted son got taken by someone. . .", or maybe "I don't believe the sob stories, she's just seeking attention."

11808 doesn't know what it is but- she can't bare to feel mad about all the fake pity, or the misunderstandings.

She could never feel mad. . .

If there was one thing she was bad at, it would mostly likely be anger. . .

Whether it was all the other neighbors gossips, judgmental looks from peers at work, or even Bluudud screaming at her to get him another sandwich with cheese, mayo, ham, bacon, oregano, salt, oil and vinegar, salad, onions, and a pinch of Parmesan cheese, toasted on bread with a side of Doritos and a unhealthy Mountain Doo bottle that's better off being a bottle of acid.

She wasn't a mad person. She could never be

And yet, she yerns to scream at the world. For what it's done. For everything it's taken from her.

She quit her passion for tarrorising her hometown of robloxia as a hacker, to take care of the bluu pill baby that had arrived one fateful night. . .

And she would NEVER, regret it

She worked 50 jobs in the span of 10 years to provide. . . Living off paycheck to paycheck just to give him a home, a bed, clean clothes, his dusty old computer. . .

She refused to touch the admin panel EVER again, even if it meant working 50 more jobs. . . She would endure. She would suffer. So her baby boy didn't have to anymore. . .

But what now?

A good question indeed. . . .

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'CHAPTER 1: WHAT I WOULD BOT GIVE TO HEAR YOU SCREAM AGAIN. . .'

'BLUUDUD'S DISSAPEARANCE: 12, 4, 1996'

Those 2 weeks counted from the day 11808's son, Bluudud had vanished. . .

It was a normal afternoon. Bluudud got home from school, and immediately demanded his usual sandwich order, and his side chip bag and unhealthy drinks, before hopping back on to his gaming chair.

Bluudud: "MOM! IM STREAMING NOW SO DON'T INTERRUPT UNLESS YOU GOT MY FOOD!!!"

Without complaints, 11808 obliged as always.

She has to admit, she spoils her kid way too much. She's never punished him, and probably never will. . .

She prepares his food, before glancing down at his report card. . .

Almost all F's. Exception being PE, he always liked the violent sports. . . He was always playing them with extreme force. He project's that very same force on his video games too. . .

11808 can hear the usual "can you hear me, chat?!", and the "what should I play this time, chat?!" From Bluudud as he talked to his twitch viewers.

Poor Bluudud, she always thought. He believes he's made it big, but- only around 20 people ever watch his streams.. But, non the less, 11808 still believes in him. In his goal to one day make an actual living off of this bullshit. . .

11808 finishes up his very picky and complex order, before walking to his room.

"Honey, sorry to interrupt, but we have to talk about your-"

Bluudud: "Shut up, mom! I told you not on stream!"

Said Bluudud snatching his food, before whipping his head back to his webcam.

Bluudud: "Sorry chat! Mom troubles. . ."

Defeated, 11808 begins to walk out, before she suddenly thinks about why she's being so lenient. All the other parents tell her to step up her game, and stand up for once! After all, she's the adult. She gets the final say!

Turning around almost instantly, 11808 has a determined angry glint in her eyes for once in her 10 years of parenting.

"Bluudud 808 Jr! I will NOT be taking this disrespect anymore! You are to turn the stream off and-"

She stops mid sentence. Ber confidence becomes confusion as fast as lightning. . .

Bluudud's chair was empty. The sandwich was on the plate, chips not eaten, drink still full. . .

"Babe?"

11808 whispers in confusion. He was right there! Right Infront of her, clear as day. . .

Confused she searched his room, but found nothing.

"Honey this isn't funny anymore! I'm sorry for raising my voice,"

She says as tiers prick her eyes.

"Please stop hiding. . ."

She can only whimper out.

2 days.

*It's been 2 whole days and she can't understand. How did he run away so fast? We're did he go? Did he go on purpose? Could he have used GUI? No. . . The Admin Panel GUI was locked away- she made sure herself. . . But he couldn't have vanished! His windows were shut, and she was blocking the doorway, it's just not possible! Could he- could he have vanished. . .? No. Absurd. . . But what else could it be. . .?

And as she sat on her couch, looking at the door, hoping for the return of her baby boy. . . She slowly started to loose all the dignity she forced on herself over the years. All the nights she spend scolding herself, saying she was a rational person. Not a hacker anymore. . . But is that true?

Maybe it is.

Maybe it isn't. . .

Nothing felt right anymore. . .

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PRESENT DAY: 12, 18 1996

The neighborhood isn't the same anymore. . .

What used to be a culdesac of happy homes was now a hollow hole of grown adults, and broken souls. . .

Bluudud was just one in a few unexplained cases across Robloxia. Admins, players, even kids disappeared without a trace.

While the number was only around 20 disappearances, making it rare and not a city level threat, it still sparked some questions that aren't possible to answer. . .

11808's once lively one story home was in utter ruin.

One big unkept lawn, with a porch covered in dust and uncleaned garbage. A window was broken, and dusty curtains covered every window possible. . .

Inside, 11808 sat curled up into a ball. Empty pints of ice cream, and bags of chips, sat scattered across the floor. The TV was taken off the walls, and replaced by a bullet bored with pictures and yarn connecting thumb tacks like a true crime board, the ones you see in movies and shows. . .

11808 has lost her composure. Sure she's still the same old woman who can't say no, and has difficulty's being rude or angry, but now she can only cry, morn, eat, and gather more evidence to back her wild theories.

While the Robloxian police decided to put the case aside early, 11808 hasn't stopped since day 5. She won't- CAN'T stop. 11808 can feel it. . . Her sons alive. Alone. Scared. . . Afraid. . . . .

She can't stop knowing he's not under her protection. . . And she won't stop until he is. . .

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'CURRENTLY'

11808 Is sitting in the living room, going over her 'evidence' for the 10th time today.