(c00lkidd member!user pov)

got a little ooky, a little spooky, and felt a little kooky, so i made ts

After the ban of the infamous 007n7, and the termination of his alt account c00lkidd, the terrorist group built around that name began to collapse.

The remaining members refused to let it die.

Still in possession of their exploits, they continued launching attacks across games, but something was missing. The chaos felt hollow. The identity was gone. One by one, the members disappeared, abandoning the group entirely. Their tools, scripts, exploits, corrupted code, were discarded and left to rot, Piled together and forgotten.

They didn't stay dormant.

Somehow, the abandoned exploits began to react to one another. Residual data, fingerprints, traces of DNA and intent left behind by every member of the group fused together. Code intertwined with malice. memory, and obsession, until it formed something alive.

A humanoid figure emerged. Red. Fractured. Unstable.

It resembled the group's mascot, c00lkidd, but only barely. Its true form was broken, incomplete, unable to exist openly. So it did what the group always did best.

It hid.

The entity forced its corrupted essence into a new shell, a convincing, friendly imitation of c00lkidd. A mask. A lie. With only a peak of its true form with cracks on the chest and right eye.

To the public, it appeared harmless. Familiar. Nostalgic.

But when the disguise cracked, when the mask was no longer needed, its true form surfaced, unleashing havoc not as a group, not as a player.

But as something born from their combined sins.