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starakapand · 3 days ago

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New feelings (Guest 1337 x 007n7)

This is sort of related to my parody @the-lost-guest and Star's parody @technological-patriarch.

When you think about it, 1337 gets hurt a lot. Not that he can really help himself. The Specter left him with nothing but his fists, his strength, and a grudge that would be his constant companion. The Specter hated the guest’s guts, and made sure to make that disgust and disdain as obvious as possible. It wasn't like anyone knew exactly why the Specter hated him, but then again, it didn’t really matter. It just did. Maybe it was what he stood for, maybe it was something more personal. But it was there, heavy, suffocating, like a constant shadow.

Despite it all, 1337 never let up. He kept that stupid motto, the one that he’d forced himself to believe in through all the pain: “Be strong. Always be strong.” It had been his shield, his armor against the world. But even the strongest shields have their cracks. He had his moments. Moments of doubt, where the weight of it all nearly crushed him. The torturous god—the one that left its mark all over his life—broke him more ways than none.

He didn’t like to talk about the nights. The nightmares. The endless dark that chased him, clawing at his mind. Night terrors, they called them. And they haunted him like a vengeful ghost. He never got any rest. Not really. His eyes were always heavy, always tired, from the exhaustion that no amount of sleep could cure. His dreams weren’t normal. No, they were worse. Deaths so brutal, so grotesque that they defied even the limits of PG-13. He watched the people he loved—his friends—fall. And each time it hurt just as badly. Each time it felt just as real.

And the dreams got worse. They always did. As time went on, they chipped away at him, piece by piece. He barely slept anymore, which made everything harder. His mind couldn’t keep up. His reactions were slower. His focus is duller. The world felt like it was closing in on him, a suffocating weight of blood and terror. But the worst part? The worst part was knowing that it wasn’t just the nightmares that made him feel that way.

There were the killers, too. The ones that stalked him, the ones who knew he was an obstacle. The ones who wanted him gone.

He didn’t know it yet, but this round, he was the main target. John Doe—the legend himself—had it out for him. It wasn’t enough for John to simply deal with Builderman; 1337 kept getting in the way. And for some reason, that was unforgivable. John’s obsession with wiping out Builderman was matched only by his need to destroy anyone who dared oppose him.

1337 had the gear, sure. He was armed, equipped. But against giant claws that could slice through steel, what was armor worth? The first strike hit his back—sharp, fast, and unforgiving. It wasn’t a clean cut. His muscles screamed in protest, his skin shredded, but he didn’t scream. He had learned to wear pain like a second skin. Every inch of it. His body was a patchwork of scars, a testament to everything he had endured, and to every enemy that had ever tried to break him.

He ran. He dodged. His mind was racing, calculating his next move, but nothing he did seemed to slow John down. Every punch, every kick—nothing. John didn’t flinch. Didn’t even seem stunned. In fact, he only got faster, more relentless. 1337 needed to get close, but that was like walking into a lion’s den. His usual tactics didn’t work here.

And then, when it seemed like there was no escape, when it seemed like the King of Corruption himself had him cornered, fate took an unexpected turn. A loud crack—then, out of nowhere, a sword. Shedletsky. The chicken man himself. Charging in like a whirlwind, slamming his blade into John Doe with the force of a freight train.

1337 didn’t have time to process it. He didn’t have time to ask why or how. All he knew was that for the first time in what felt like forever, he had an opening. A chance to run.

His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging through his veins as he bolted away, faster than he ever thought possible. He rounded a corner, panting, his breath ragged and shallow. His legs burned, his chest ached, and his body screamed for rest. But there was no time for that. Not yet.

The ballpit. He made it that far—barely. His knees gave way and he collapsed, falling to the cold, hard floor. He didn’t even have the strength to pull himself up the stairs. His vision blurred as exhaustion overtook him, and all he could do was lie there, gasping for air.

The sounds of battle still echoed in the distance, but they felt so far away. For a moment, it was just him and the silence. His heavy breathing the only thing filling the air.

Then, the unmistakable sound of a medkit opening. 007n7. He was there.

The hacker didn’t waste time. He was efficient, already kneeling beside 1337, digging through the kit with practiced hands. Without a word, he gently rolled 1337 onto his stomach, carefully removing the guest’s army vest. The wounds were bad—deep, jagged cuts. His back was a mess. 7n7 winced at the sight of it, though he didn't let it show. The hacker was calm, methodical, despite the severity of the injuries.

“Sorry if this hurts,” 7n7 said softly, his voice surprisingly steady.

It was almost absurd, how much pain 1337 had endured, how much he had taken for others. And yet, now, when it was his turn to be the one needing help, he couldn’t help but feel… helpless. The protector. The tank. The one who took all the hits. Now he was the one lying there, vulnerable. Weak.

Of course they needed him. They always did. But for once, he wasn’t the one holding everything together. He was the one falling apart.

He forced himself to stay conscious, despite the pain. Despite the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. He couldn’t let himself give up. Not now. Not when they needed him more than ever.

He clenched his fists, willing himself to stay awake as 7n7 worked, his fingers moving with the precision of someone who had seen this kind of injury before.

It felt nice having someone touch him so gently and with such care again. For a fleeting moment, it was like he was back home. Back where things made sense. Back with his wife, Daisy, and his daughter, Charlotte. The warmth of their embrace, the soft way Daisy would hold him after a long day, the laughter that filled the house when Charlotte ran around, full of energy and joy. Those memories were distant now, almost out of reach. But this—this small act of kindness—brought him closer to that feeling.

He hadn't realized how much he had missed being cared for, being looked after. The world had stripped that away from him piece by piece, until he became nothing but a soldier, always fighting, always protecting. It wasn’t just the physical pain that weighed him down—it was the emotional toll of having to be strong, of always being the one people leaned on, never the other way around.

And then there was 7n7. The hacker, quiet and distant, almost always lost in thought. He didn’t seem to have much joy in him—no smiles, no easy laughs. He carried an invisible weight, an air of sadness that clung to him. But 1337 had seen something different in his actions. In the way he talked about his son, the way his voice softened and his eyes lit up when he mentioned him. It wasn’t something that slipped past 1337. The way 7n7 spoke about his son with such raw love and adoration… It was a stark contrast to the cold, calculating person he usually was.

And the small things. Like when they found something—anything—that wasn’t pizza in this hellish world. The way 7n7’s face would light up at the smallest pleasures. It reminded him of those simple moments with Daisy. Of sitting at the kitchen table, sharing a meal, laughing about something silly, and feeling like everything was okay.

It made him feel… something. Something that he couldn’t quite put into words, but it was there. The warmth in his chest, the soft ache in his heart. It reminded him of his wife, Daisy. Of the love they shared, the life they had before everything turned upside down.

Oh, no. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Not now.

He had felt that before, but now, it felt stronger. The way his heart beat a little faster whenever 7n7 was near. The way his thoughts kept drifting back to him, even as his body was weak and battered. It was the same feeling he had once felt around Daisy—the feeling that he was falling, but this time, it wasn’t her that was filling his thoughts. No. This can’t be right.

It didn’t make sense. They were in a world full of chaos, full of blood and violence. There were bigger things to worry about. But even so, his mind couldn’t help but return to it. He was in love again and it confused him, unsettled him. How could he feel this way, when all he wanted was to get back to the life he’d lost?

His thoughts were interrupted as a sharp twinge of pain shot through his torso. He hissed, flinching instinctively as the hacker pulled the bandages tight. The motion was quick, and it pulled at the raw wounds, making him grunt in discomfort. His vision blurred for a second, and he bit down on his lip, trying to stay still.

"S-Sorry! I-I will be more careful!" 7n7's voice cracked with panic. His hands froze, still hovering over the bandages as if he were afraid to move too much.

The apology felt genuine, and 1337 could hear the worry in his voice. It was strange, seeing someone like 7n7, who seemed so detached and distant, so concerned about him. He could feel the hacker’s hesitation, the uncertainty in every motion. It was strange to see someone care about him like this. He had grown so used to being the one others depended on, the one who always took the hits, always pushed through the pain. But now, here was someone trying to help him, trying to ease his suffering. And despite the pain, despite the emotional whirlwind inside him, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice raspy. He wasn’t sure if he was comforting 7n7 or himself. “Just… take it slow.” He tried to focus on the steady, rhythmic pulse of his own breathing, grounding himself against the pain.

7n7 nodded quietly, moving more cautiously this time, and as he worked, 1337 couldn’t help but notice how carefully the hacker touched him. Every motion was gentle, deliberate. It wasn’t like the rough, hurried care of someone trying to fix a problem quickly—it was something else entirely. It was the care of someone who was trying to make sure the other person didn’t suffer more than they had to. And it was that that made 1337’s chest tighten.

As 7n7 continued to patch him up, the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… peaceful. Strange, considering the situation. But there was something about the quiet, the shared understanding between them. In that moment, it felt like there was no world beyond the two of them, no killers, no threats—just the two of them, existing in this small bubble of care.

And as 7n7 finished, smoothing the bandages down with a final, careful motion, 1337 realized something he hadn’t wanted to admit.

He wasn’t just grateful. He was starting to need this. Starting to need him.

But this couldn’t happen. Not here. Not now. He had to focus. There was so much at stake.

Yet as 7n7 finally pulled away, standing up and brushing his hands off, 1337 found himself wishing—just for a moment—that they could be somewhere else. Somewhere safe. Somewhere where the world wasn’t falling apart. Somewhere where they could just… be.

He didn’t know what he was going to do with all these feelings. But for now, he kept them buried. He couldn’t afford distractions. Not yet.

"Thank you"

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starakapand · 1 month ago

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"I Failed to save you... I'm Sorry... John... "

This is my Faith AU where this is the continuation of the True Ending of Chapter 3.

Although, I'm bad at writing some stories and making grammar and stuff like that.

But if you want to rewrite the story that I made, and make it as a fan-fic of it, I highly appreciate it!

So here's the story angst tho

Amy Martin, Woke up in the "Pilgrim Gate Heaven Church" (Which is a new Chapel), somehow she was trapped in here and got lost, but she needed to find him somewhere inside the church. Searching everywhere to escape, finding every door, and picking up items and using a lighter to see when it's too dark. Almost escaping, she heard the demons whispering through her ears, everywhere, and then her inner demons form (from the past) saying:

"Where are you going, Amy? Don't you wanna play, Hide n' Seek?"

Amy forced to fight back her inner demons and said:

"I'm not playing your game, you damn demons!"

Tried to hit the demon with the knight's sword, then the thunder strikes and the demons are coming right after her, she runs fast as the demons rushes after Amy, Seeing the door, Slammed hard and then closed and locked the door, immediately. The exit was locked, but when she saw blood on the floor, and saw the corpse, far from her. And when the thunder struck, she saw that the corpse, was John...

Amy was shocked when she saw him dying, she rushed out to him and screamed out his name, she cried for help but nobody was around... Amy, grabbed his head, there was blood on his eyes and his mouth, she would have thought that he was still alive, but during the time after... John became more vulnerable and exposed, the demons, spoke out to him that he will never escape this place, and so he rushed out to escape but slipped through the floor and got caught by the demons... And one thing that goes the worst part, he saw that Red Cultists Leader, but that's not Gary... That's the Unspeakable... And yet, the punishment began... Amy felt that the horror was real and all that happened after she was possessed... She couldn't have saved him.. She didn't... She FAILED.

"no... no... no no no no no No No No No NO NO NO!!!, This... This can't be happening! Why... I got sacrificed and now HIM, He Shouldn't have to die! This has to be a Dream! John... Please... I can't leave you here... Not like this! I don't want to do this... Please don't leave me... Please... PLEASE... PLEASE WAKE UP!! JOHN!!!"

Then... She finally woke up...

Amy screamed out to him and she cried, and then, Lisa, came out to her when she woke up to a bad dream.

"Amy! Are you okay?"

Lisa comforts her.

"Y-yes... I'm... Okay... Lisa... I just had a bad dream..."

"What happened? Is there something wrong?"

Amy imagines John in her dream...

"John... He- His corpse... Right in front of me... I- I can't.. Look at his corpse... Anymore... He... He-"

Lisa hugs Amy to make her feel better.

"Amy, Don't worry... John is still alive... He won't go anywhere, he's safe with Sir. Garcia, for now."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"Yes, Amy.. He will be...

Amy finally felt better, after that nightmare happened, John was still on his way to get back home, and then, Father Garcia called her, on his telephone, about Amy, that she is okay, and she agreed. Amy prayed that the demons will be hunted down and will be no more.

Meanwhile, John, in the car, driving back home.

"Hope Everyone is okay now..."

And That's All for the Story!

This Angst in this drawing, is about how Amy, In her dream, somehow ended up FAILED to save John, Before the "Initiation" Ending and The "Damnatio Memoriae" Incident happened.

And NGL, this is my first drawing in 2025, and this was drawn 3 weeks ago (I guess) and still forgot to finish it. So yeah!

And here's the Pixelated Version!