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He pleads to the higher up- not to spare pity to him but to his child. His dear child whom he promised care and love is not here.
"C00lkidd where are you?"
"C00lkidd are you here?"
"C00lkidd?"
"..."
Inside an abode that used to be filled with echoes of laughter and joy, is now filled with lingering echoes of sorrow- the cold atmosphere match the current state of its inhabitant. The home is empty of any other sound besides the constant noise from the spinning ceiling fan.
An irony to the blooming flowers outside. A beautiful sight to see- contrasting the gloomy house that happens to be surrounded by the springs. The hidden chocolate eggs left forgotten- later melt into a mess. Easter passed by without his child to enjoy those forgotten chocolates.
"C00lkidd... where are you?"
The father pleads. He beg the people to find his son- instead they cast a look of judgement upon him, he who once brings destruction to the land and its people.
He had once cast the sky red, the building aflame and its people screaming from pain. How could they ever help the demon for the search of his lost child?
"His child is no different than his father."
The sun shine ever so brightly, unlike the inside of the house which its lights remained closed. The house is humid but he doesn't care at all. The summer passed by without any memories. The ice creams remain stationary in the fridge.
The father weep- his past actions has come to bite him back, his sins suffocating him as people hate his own child as well. The pizza place serves as a reminder of the blacklist, caused by his own son mischief.
"It wasn't his fault. He doesn't know any better-"
"Get out."
Perhaps the consequence of his choice as an adolescent had finally come to tear him apart. Or perhaps its the way he parents his kid.
"Its your fault."
Fall arrived and left as quick as it could, thanksgiving dinner only had one audience. The dinner went without a single thank you. Children outside enjoying trick or treating whilst wearing their favorite costume, the smell of rotten eggs lingers outside of his house. He reminiscent the day he met HIS baby at his doorsteps, the day he stopped his mischief, the day he abandoned his ways.
"It doesn't change what you did in the past."
"It is still your fault."
The baby is not related to him by blood- yet it doesn't change the love he has for his child. His kid. His baby.
"Where are you..."
"Its you!"
An admin exclaimed from afar.
They are holding a weapon.
"Wait!-"
Crimson liquid leaks from his injury. He almost died. He could've died. He should've died.
"You look pathetic."
The scribbles on the walls is a constant reminder of its missing culprit, the chocolate milk curdles inside the refrigerator as it had went pass its expiration date and the crayon drawings scattered across the cold floor. Some of them are crumpled, some had what seems to look like tear stain.
Everything that once a reminder of the joy of his fatherhood- now a constant reminder of his failure as a father.
"Its your fault."
He couldn't bear to live through the winter, the wrapped gifts sits in the basement to dust away, to be forgotten along with his sense of self. Christmas exist just to fuel his melancholy.
"..."
He stares at the ███ on the table.
His hand trembles from the result of his self neglect- desperately he started to message someone with his shaky hands, it later devolved him into calling his only lifeline friend proved fruitless as his desperate attempt to reach out is ignored. His visions began to blurs from the tears- streaming from his eyes. His pleas is unheard once more.
Please don't turn me away.
"Then you ghosted me like I was just another BURNER contact."
You have nobody but yourself to blame.
The constant hums from the bathroom light blends into the background, he stares into his distorted reflection- it look eerily similar to himself as a teenager yet bear the same tired look that he has. Living became so exhausting. Why is it easier to die than it is to live? He closes his eyes as the ███ aims beside his head.
'Can you please let me sleep forever?'
The snow melts away as flowers began to blossom once more, the bitter irony that spring arrived as 007n7 is left to rot alone.