#elliot x reader

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Letters

Elliot x Reader [Romance]

Elliot writes letters to you. Every day, he likes to write at least a small note. While you two lived under the same roof, and when he was forsaken.

Structure: Oneshot

Content/Warnings: Angst. Yearning Elliot, Toxic positivity. It's not too sad or anything. dw

Words: 2028

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June 10th, 20XX

Hello, Dearest Penpal!

I've written you another letter, sent straight through the mail by yours truly! :D Hopefully you'll receive this when you come back from work, so you can open this and read:

You did it! Another day of hard work, all done and completed by you! I'll stop by the store to grab some groceries and treat you to a nice dinner. So when you get home, just sit back and relax, okay?

- Love you! Elliot :D

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June 25th, 20XX

Good morning, Dearest!

Make sure to heat up the breakfast in the fridge. Had to head to the suppliers for the Pizza Place, so I had to leave early. That's why I left you a letter, my little apology. Sorry!

Have a good day at work, okay? Please also wish me good luck too! Hopefully the hackers will lay off a bit today, yeah? I miss our mornings together, but I have to keep heading off early since the restaurant's in shambles.

But I'll be okay! I always look forward to coming home.

- Have a good day! Love you! Elliot.

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July 14th 20XX

Hi Dearest,

I'll be late today. Another cOOlkidd incident at the restaurant, so I got called in and had to head back to help clean up.

I got started on laundry, all you have to do is switch the clothes over to the dryer when it's done. It should be almost ready once you get back home.

Sorry, honey, you might have to go to bed without me. Don't wait for me, okay? There are leftovers from last night in the fridge.

- Goodnight, love you! Elliot.

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July 20th, 20XX

Good morning, dear penpal!

I had headed off to work early again. But I finally have a way to make it up to you!

I've got next week off, so we can hang out for the whole week! I wanted to make plans and schedule everything, but I wanted to get your input first. So we can do what you wanna do!

I was planning to at least go to the beach since it's summer. You know, lay out a towel and sit in the sand. I know the sand itself can get a bit annoying to clean, but I can handle that!

We can talk about plans once I get back from work. So think about some ideas; I have a few other ones in the back of my head too. Oh! And some oranges were on sale at the market, I can pick those up to make some juice. It's been a while since we did that together.

I'll see you at 5!

-Love, Elliot

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July 27th 20XX

Hi Dearest,

For once, I'm writing you a letter that won't reach you within the same day I write it. A bit sad, no? I'm stuck in this unknown forest... It looks like we're going to have to hold off on our plans until I get back. I'm sorry.

But I found some paper and a pen, and instantly decided to write a letter to my favorite one and only pen pal. Which, of course, is you!

It's been a few days since we last saw each other. Wish I knew what you were up to. Did you change the laundry? Or did you decide to put it off for later before accidentally falling asleep?

I miss our bed. I didn't realize how nice our furniture was until I was stuck with these hard mattresses. I'm not complaining! Just trying to point out how wonderful living with you is.

It's a bit tough here. But there's lots of friendly faces! Even the admins! I know they're reliable, so I'll make it back to you soon. And when we do, I'll make sure to hand over this letter to you.

-Love ya! Elliot. :D

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August 2, 20XX

Hello Dearest!

I stopped writing for a bit. I wanted to hold off on writing so many letters because I didn't want to overwhelm you with so many once I got back. But I can't help it.

I keep wanting to write you letters, as if I could send them to you and somehow get a message back. I want to know how you're doing at least. Do you miss me? I miss you.

But I'm doing alright! It's really tough out here, but I'll manage! Like I said, lots and lots of nice and strong people. I try my best to help out too, cooking and cleaning around here. It's the least I could do.

Speaking of, are you keeping up with the house chores too? I hope you are. Then it's like we're sorta connected, by doing the same habits and stuff. I forgot to tell you there was more leftover food I stored in the freezer... maybe you found it.

I figured out what I wanted to do once I get to see you again. I want to go visit the mall. Weird right? Since that's not a place I normally go to during my free time.

But there are so many things there. New faces, familiar faces, and most importantly, yours! I get to see you walk into your favorite stores, or whatever catches your eye. Look at all the silly things you want to get, but are unsure whether or not you should actually buy them.

But of course you should! We have so much empty space, since we just moved in together. And I have enough money to take care of both of us, whatever little trinkets you want. I miss you a lot! We'll see each other soon. The admins are working day and night to get us out of here.

- Love you. Elliot.

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September ??

Hi Dearest.

It's been a while. I'm starting to lose track of the date. Which is weird for me, since that's something I'm normally always on top of. The days I work, the days I have off. Stuff like that.

But all my days have been the same. The same troubling trials and then stagnant breaks. It's... a bit tiring. But I'll be okay.

I tried cooking dinner yesterday, but I burnt the meal.

That reminds me of that one time we had together. When I was teaching you how to cook. You didn't burnt anything, nor was anything burnt. Just reminded me.

I felt like I had so much i wanted to write about, but now that I'm here, I can't remember what I wanted to say. That's kinda funny.

I hope you're doing well. How your job is treating you, what you've been up to, and how your friends have been. But I said that in my last letter.

Are you worried about me? Silly question, I know you are. I feel like I should tell you not to worry, because I don't want you to be stressed or sad. But it's been so long.

Are you sad? I know you're wondering where I went. I hope you don't think I've abandoned you. I miss you. I always do.

I love you. I'll make sure to tell you that when I see you again.

- Love you very much. Elliot.

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Dear,

I miss you. How long has it been since I woke up here? I don't know anymore. The sun never rises here.

I've been keeping all my letters to you in this drawer in my room. All the letters I've written and small notes I made. I tried making a little stick figure of us, but it's not too great. They're starting to fill the drawer, and I've run out of space for them. In the drawer, at least.

It's so weird. Im so tired. I haven't been keeping up with my letters. Im sorry.

Whenever I come into this cabin, I just want to lie down and rest. But my body doesn't feel tired. I'm not sleepy either. I'm not sure what's wrong.

- Hope I see you soon. Elliot.

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Hi Dearest.

I don't imagine you'll get this letter. Or any of my other letters. Not anytime soon.

I've slowly realized, after so long, that maybe I'll have to wait just a little longer to see you again. I finally got more paper, so I'll just continue writing until then. When we meet, I'll shower you with all these letters over these past months (?), and you'll get to know everything. As if you were always here.

But thank goodness you're not here. Never come here. Please.

I try to avoid writing about stuff that happens here because one day you'll read these letters. I just want to keep these letters nice and simple, so it's easier for you to read. These letters are supposed to be sweet and stuff. They're for you.

But you're not going to get this letter. Not for a long time.

But I wish with all my heart they'll reach you one day.

I've had a lot of time to think for myself. I have some questions, like how you are, how our families are doing, and how the restaurant's doing. Is Mia doing okay?

But there's a lot of other stuff I was thinking about. I do that a lot now.

Is time still moving? The plants and things I have don't seem to move along with it. None of the flowers will wilt, nor will anything grow. Where am I..? Is time moving for you and not me? Are you moving forward without me?

I keep thinking about whether you're moving on. I don't know how long it's been anymore. But it's been months, maybe years. If no one has come to save Builderman, Shedletsky, or Dusekkar... then we must really be in it deep.

And if I do make it back and you've moved on... then what do I do? What can I do? I miss you, please don't forget me. I'm always ready to see you again. I'll run into your arms and give you the biggest hug ever. But I can't be mad if you have moved on. I don't want you to be stuck on me if I never end up seeing you again.

But I'm still positive the admins will do something. Maybe not the ones here... but the ones where you are. I'm sure the other admins are doing everything they can to find us.

I don't know. Every time I start writing like this, I get all sad again. But I want to keep writing for you. Not just for you, but for me too. I thought it would help.

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hi dearest.

More and more months have passed. I ran out of ink but found some more.

Sometimes someone will make some for me. Other times I just find a new pen. I'm not sure where they come from, although I've never bothered to look.

I'm running out of paper too. I've started using the back of other letters I've written.

My fingers are starting to burn. My wrists are sore. I didn't think that was possible here. Any injuries normally heal themselves after we get hurt.

It's probably because I do a lot of the household chores here. But I like doing them. I don't want to stop doing them. I like washing the dishes, making meals, and sweeping the floors. I like pretending that this cabin is like our home.

I got mad the other day. Not at anyone, just upset. I thought we maybe would've been out of here by now. I hoped for too much, accidentally put pressure on people I shouldn't have. I was being a jerk.

I'm starting to run out of things to say.

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hi dear penpal

I think it's morning now. I can't really tell though.

Since I've started using old letters as new paper, I've been rereading some of them.

We never got to go on our little vacation, huh. I didn't forget about it. It's a bit sad, since that was the last thing we planned to do together. We didn't even get to do it.

I'm running out of paper. This is actually the last sheet I have for now. Hope I get more.

-I love you, Elliot.

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an: oops, sorry it's been a while. I have been writing, but it's all pretty bad lol. This was just a quick thing I started last night, hopefully it's not too bad.

I'm stuck on a request I need to work on, but it's a bit out of my range so anything I write for it has been pretty trashy. I'M SO BUTTCHEEKS. But i'm having fun trying to learn! Hopefully i'll get done with it soon.

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Sunburn album- Dominic fike home screen aesthetic

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Me waiting for the activity thing (and hoping its about my Elliot x reader post) pls I need activities gng </3

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I will keep promises!!! Have sum MORE tooth rotting fluff of Elliot x reader/Y/N!!

TAA DAA!!!

the pose is a BIT different cuz I was doing it w/o reference..

but thats ok!!

so cutieful!!!

I might make Amarah x reader/Y/N or 007n7 x Y/N lmk which one ya want!!!

[kleio-writes]

Pomegranates and Poems

Summary: Elliot has weird reoccurring dreams since a certain Farmer came to the Valley and moved in. It's not the first time Elliot has them, but it's weird it's been 3 years since then. The same time when he moved out from ZoZo City. These dreams keep getting more realistic and more memory like every time he gets closer to the Farmer. Do they mean something ?

CHAPTER I : REMEMBERING REVERIE

He entered the flourishing garden in search of her. A haven for both of them where her mother could not find them. Everything was ready for them to elope together, no matter the consequences, but they still needed to be patient. He finds her in the middle of a clearing, sitting on the ground surrounded by crocus flowers. Was she pondering whether she should pick them up or not for her bouquet? 

The man calls for her, a name that is not understood, and walks towards the woman. She turns around towards his voice and smiles. He was here! 

She calls upon his name as he crouches to sit next to her. A voice so soft and tender and happy to see him, the latter emotion something that wouldn't happen often. They talk, muddled words filled with affection, as she puts flowers in his hair. Who would have thought the God of the Dead would be weak to such affection? 

He looks into her eyes, their color the one of the vegetation around them, the color of rebirth and hope. Fitting for her. He could only think of the green gemstones back at home...

Home, a word he doesn't think fitting for the underworld, at least it's not home without her. But that would soon change. She keeps playing with his dark hair and putting flowers on it. He grabs a strand of her hair, the sunset-colored hair so bright against the pale skin of his hand. After he tenderly puts the same hand on her cheek, her warm-toned skin is a bigger contrast against his pale one.

''You're so bright, my flower'' the only thing that can be understood from his mouth. She focuses on him, puts one of her hands on his, and smiles. She looks into his ruby-red eyes, a precious color to her. ''I would prefer to be a bit dim, at least I would fit in your world." he chuckles at her response, but doesn't say anything. She continues. ''If there's a next life, I hope I can come back in your colors so we can find each other again''

Elliot wakes up with loud bangs at his door, sits on his bed, and puts a hand on the bridge of his nose. It had been a good while since he had these strange dreams. The last time was when he was still in Zuzu City in his parents' mansion, and that was over 3 years ago. 

The bangs keep going, with someone's voice on the other side of it calling for him. Ah... Leah...He had overslept the day he was supposed to go to her house to help her package some of the art she was commissioned for.

Elliot groans as he gets out of his bed. Grabs his robe and puts it on before opening the door. As he thought, Leah was on the other side, arms crossed, looking up at him. - Finally, you opened the door. You stood me up this morning, you know? Good thing I had someone that could help me last minute.

Elliot must have made a face because Leah continues.

- Elliot, it’s 5 pm. How did you sleep this much today?

He sighed, stepping out of the way of the door, a nod to Leah so she could get in the cabin.

- I did not sleep well, I’m afraid… 

Or too well… But Leah didn’t need to know about the dream. As much as it seemed to haunt him, it was also sweet. The ginger enters her friend's cabin and looks back at Elliot as he closes the door.

- Don’t tell me you just woke up.

-...Maybe…

She sighs and puts a hand to her temple.

-Elliot, I know you authors are all poetry, doom, and gloom-

-Doom and gloom?

-But, you need to come out of the cabin more, it’s been a week since we went out for drinks at night. Or that you got out of the… house… at all.

Elliot turns his back to Leah, crosses his arms, and looks out the window as she talks. The day seemed perfect, the tide on the beach was high, but there were no unruly waves. The sun was shining bright, which made his green eyes water a bit because of the light. One of his hands goes to pinch the bridge of his nose again. 

-You’re right, you’re right, my friend. What do you think of going out tonight to Gus's? The round is on me; of course, I have been negligent in this friendship… I should have helped you today…

He affirms the latter part more to himself than to Leah. Elliot turns around and sees the woman sitting on the chair at his desk in the corner of the cabin. She looked at him with evident worry etched in her eyes. 

-Did your parents call, Elliot?

-What?

-Did they call? Is that why you’ve been closed off the whole week?

-No, no… And even if they called, I wouldn’t answer. 

-Did they mail you something then?

-Leah, there was no contact whatsoever with those people. I have just been tired… I need to finish the book to publish it, and haven’t had any luck with the writing. I need a muse, and the sea isn’t a good fountain of inspiration anymore.

Leah rolls her eyes and gets up from the chair.

-Ugh, you writers and your words.

-Ugh, you artists and your art. Can you hear how fatuous the phrase sounded?

They look at each other for a moment and both start to laugh. Leah goes towards the exit of his cabin, and before touching the handle, she turns around.

-Drinks on you then?

-The drinks are on me, yes.

Elliot gives her a tired smile, and she finally leaves. He sighs again, sitting on the edge of his bed, and brings his hands towards his face. Even with Leah here, his brain kept going back to the dream. Maybe he could use that for inspiration. One way or another, this dream thing would have to come out, either he told somebody or he would write about it. Maybe the latter, he was better with that option. 

-I need to get out… I need to get dressed, I need to write, I need to do so much.

Elliot’s voice started calm but got progressively louder and more nervous as he got up from sitting on his bed to get ready for the day and night ahead of him. After all, he had promised Leah he would go to the StarDrop saloon with her. It would be nice to see the other townfolk again, even if he didn’t talk much to them and was only courteous enough. 

The dream kept creeping from the back of his brain to the forefront, and Elliot kept thinking about it… He needed a drink, and good thing he was going to meet Leah for that later, even if it was him paying.

While dressing himself, Elliot kept thinking about the dream and looking back at his desk, the mess of scrunched paper on top mocking him about starting and finishing writing his book, or trying to. He groans at the thought, he still needed to think of a genre and prompt for it… Maybe the town would inspire him if the sea didn’t speak to him anymore; things had become so dull in a flash, like he was missing something.

Now, Elliot had always been a romantic, specifically because he’s an author, but he had given up on the idealized version of what ‘love’ could be; love was an emotion that could only be written about if romanticized, and right now ? Right now, Elliot couldn’t even fathom thinking about it. The dream had taken a toll on him. Had that been what love’s supposed to be like? Such a raw and happy emotion. Him, or what Elliot thought was ‘him’ in the dream, and the woman had such a bond, an unbroken string that wrapped around them, and the only way not to make it tighter and suffocating was if they were together… Was that love?

Elliot shakes his head, as if it would disturb the lines of thought and make them go away. He slaps his face with both hands. It was no matter now, he was going to enjoy the rest of the… day ? Was it evening already ? Regardless, he was going to enjoy the rest of the hours he had in the day, he would have a nice walk to the town, he would enjoy having a warm meal from the StarDrop Saloon and a nice drink with a friend.

That's all that was aligned for him right now. Or so he thought.

Elliot gets out of the house, dressed in something lighter than his heavy suit, the sunset was almost as hot as the scorching summer sun that would bless - or curse - the valley during the day. He was just going to have a drink with a friend, no need to use a suit, especially for a summer night where it was almost difficult to breathe because of the humidity. It was at these points where Elliot regretted living right in front of the sea, that and when sand would get inside his shoes.

He walks towards the path that gives way to the town and stops at the bridge that connects the beach with the valley. He always liked how the river serpented around the town, it was like a protector of sorts. He throws a coin to the river, almost like an offering, something he found himself doing at least once a month on his routine, thanking that he was in this town and hadn’t been found by anyone from the life prior to Stardew Valley.

A/N: Hi ! Baby's first 'published' fic here. This was suppoused to be a canon x oc (the oc's name is Kora - genious I know), but I thought a bit better on it and decided to be the change I want to see in more XReader fics. Also ! the only description of the reader will be the black hair and red eyes, which apparently through the customization on the actual game, should be 'kinda' normal in the Stardew Valley universe for people to have whatever coloured eyes. This will be also - heavily - inspired by the Elliot expanded mod. Thank you for reading ! Divider credits: @fae-and-wolf

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heh... DOOMED ELLIOT X READER HERE I COMMEUUHH

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-Elliot: Rude

[not-real-h1r0]

Moment to Rest...

Forsaken!Survivors x Reader (platonic or romantic)

Each survivor spends their freetime a bit differently, and you're always welcome to join them.

Characters: Elliot, Taph, Chance, 007n7 Structure: Bullet-points with a small scenario Words: ~1.5k

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Elliot-

Elliot was known to be a hard worker before Forsaken, and it's no different here. After he's taken a moment to recover, let his mind calm down after a round, Elliot goes straight to chores.

For Elliot, keeping himself busy is a constant that helps keep him grounded. He was always busy when working at Builder Bothers' Pizza, so it's just more comfortable for him to keep that same agenda.

The others tell him to take breaks but Elliot gets all fidgety if he sits still doing nothing.

So, as his friend, you take it upon yourself to lessen the burden! You help Elliot with chores while keeping him company. From making small talk about Noob's recent raid of the kitchen, or long stories about a childhood memory, Elliot loves talking with you!

Being honest, you're not a huge help when it comes to the chores themselves. You're technically distracting Elliot, who probably would've had this whole room sparkling if it wasn't for your chatter, but Elliot wouldn't have it any other way.

Random Scenario:

Keeping the shelves stocked was both an easy and difficult thing. Sometimes the Spector would spawn in certain foods, other times you'd have to find it yourself. A part of the group chores was to collect any edible food from the forest and bring them back!

Was that your job? Nope. It was Elliot's, but nonetheless you decide to come along for the journey anyways. The two of you walk down the path holding multiple worn-out baskets, collecting any fruit or other edible foods you could find.

Although the walk takes a lot longer than intended. Neither of you notice how slow the pace had become, not when Elliot is telling you about the time Shedletsky got scolded when he almost lit everyone's clothes on fire while doing laundry.

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Taph-

After a round, you have to go on a bit of a search to find Taph. They're so quiet, they tend to just slip away after being brought back to the cabin.

It's hard to get a read on Taph, but you figure they need some time by themselves too.

They might look scary with a hood but Taph is surprisingly friendly. Although you may or may not instantly think that when you find them in some random corner drawing maps of the survivor cabins.

Often times, outside of rounds, Taph is assisting the Admins in any shape or form. However they don't often explain what exactly they're doing, so it looks a bit suspicious. Once Guest had stumbled upon Taph tripwiring ALL the survivor cabins.

When you first come to Taph, you end up wanting to learn sign language to communicate better. So often times you'll have mini lessons between rounds taught by Taph. Eventually you will be able to communicate with Taph better than the others, allowing Taph to voice their opinions and thoughts more easily. Definitely not using the fact that you two have an exclusive way of communication in a bad way.

The others can only really understand basic to intermediate sign language. So make the best of your abilities!

Random Scenario:

Taph had given you a couple of Sign Language lessons between rounds, now it was time to put you to the test! You feel a bit nervous but ready! Afterall, being able to communicate with a teammate was important, both during and outside of rounds.

Taph leads you to the Main Cabin, they were giving you simple directions and tasks, seeing if you understood their requests. There were a few signs you remember but able to use context clues to figure it out.

Taph has you take out a metal bowl, eggs, flour, and other ingredients... and you quickly realize that maybe you've taken this test too seriously after figuring out that Taph was giving you a step-by-step guide on how to make brownies. You stand unamused while Taph sits at the table with a warm tray of brownies and a fork.

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Chance-

After a round, Chance simply crashes on the sofa. He keeps his normal smile and sits back, flipping that coin in his left hand.

Maybe Chance just has a really good poker face, but you hardly ever see them without a grin. Only in the presence of a killer does their smile drop, even then it's only when they get hit or about to die.

Chance is one of the most active in the cabin. He's always trying to do something with everyone, even if the others aren't feeling up to it. A group card game, maybe DDR with machine upstairs, truth or dare, he'll be down for anything at this point. Eventually, he'll create games for everyone, and they're either incredibly fun or horribly stupid.

He tries his best to at least be familiar with everyone, and that includes you! It's not uncommon that Chance pulls you over for a game, especially if you look bored and in need of some company.

Of course, that's not all Chance does. Every now and then he'll play the piano. Is he good at it? Well, the Spector placed that piano for a reason. At least Chance can play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with his eyes closed.

You don't think you've seen this guy take anything seriously.

But hey! Chance definitely is able to bring up the mood whenever things get a bit depressing around here.

You find yourself chatting with them as well, they're pretty easy to talk to, often making jokes or small quips. But if you're not feeling it, Chance knows when to tune it down.

Random Scenario:

Chance thinks he's a genius. At least that's what he said when suggesting this game to you. Playing cards was getting a bit stale, after the 50th game of Old Maid, it gets boring. Well at least for Chance. You're still wondering how you've manage to lose 43 games.

Anyways, the two of you were in the kitchen. In Chance's words, it was the perfect time to strike since Elliot wasn't here. Though, you doubt that ball of sunshine would get mad at whatever Chance had in mind.

In front of you were four slices of pizza. Actually it was one slice cut into four, but that's besides the point. Chance had come up with the brilliant idea to spike these pieces with hot sauce. The two of you play rock-paper-scissors and whoever lost would have to eat a slice.

You've never won so many games of rock-paper-scissors in your life. Whatever luck Chance had during Old Maid, it had abandoned him here. Best part is that he's the one who suggested this stupid game.

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007n7-

Whenever 007n7 looks back at his past self, he thinks he's changed a fair amount. However one thing that didn't change was the fact he was a bit of a shut in. If he wasn't out exploiting, he was in his home entertaining himself with endless amounts of unhealthy media. And while the entertainment is no longer there, it doesn't change the fact he's still tends to keep to his own cabin.

So good luck meeting with him outside of rounds. Just kidding.

007n7 doesn't often spend his time near the main cabin, but you can find him near the dock or by the campfire. Often times he's fidgeting with his GUI or simply doing whatever keeps him entertained.

When you first came along and tried to talk to him, he seemed out of his element. A bit awkward and weird, but nothing too crazy. 007n7 is a bit on the older side now, he's too tired to be that arrogant snotty guy he used to be. But because of that, his polite manner can come off as fake or overdone at times.

After some time, 007n7 drops the formalities to a degree. You're his buddy now, and he can't be more grateful to have company. Often times the two of you sit by the docks or his cabin to just lounge around. Maybe you two chat, maybe you just lay there, but 007n7 is happy to have a buddy within this realm.

007n7 doesn't like coming off as vulnerable, but sometimes you can see him spaced out and holding onto folded up papers in his hands. Just worn out printer paper with crayon scribbles.

Random Scenario:

Daytime wasn't a thing here in this realm. The sun never came up, so the sky was always dark and grim. However 007n7 seemed to enjoy sitting by the dock and staring up at the moon and it's little stars. You were there too, sitting with your legs hanging off the ledge.

The two of you simply sat. Neither of you had anything to talk about, so you simply didn't. Eventually however, 007n7 lets out a small chuckle. You look over, wondering what he found so humorous.

007n7 explains a memory that popped into his head. An old one when he was by a lake with coolkidd and he was teaching the boy how to skip rocks. The memory ends with coolkidd accidently falling right into the water, and while at the time it wasn't funny, 007n7 laughs at the memory now.

Eventually, after you asked, 007n7 skips a stone across the lake. He's surprisingly good at it, like you genuinely realize that there's levels to skipping rocks.

007n7 offers to teach you and you take on the challenge. While you don't reach 007n7's skill, you still manage to get the rock to skip once or twice.

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a/n: I started on two different things but ended up making this little thing instead. Huh. I was going to add Shedletsky and Noob, but I felt like this was entire for one night.

Anyways, Two Time Alphabet is most likely coming out next? Maybe. It's long and a bit ranty, so it's probably not going to be for most people. I'll try not to make each letter too long.