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Everyone in town knew about the infamous 007n7. They had watched the snobby teenager who burned buildings down for fun grow into a softer figure, one that struggled with his son and apologized too much. And they watched it shatter when Coolkidd went missing.

It started slow, his frustration with the cops refusal to help growing into sobbing shouts and screams. Then alcohol, numbed the pain, left him throwing up in his bathtub and sobbing in his son's room loud enough for the neighbors to grimace and turn their heads away in pity.

The numbness didnt last long. Anger overtook depression, code bubbling under his skin and causing him to look harsher. Guilt made him lose weight. People who once looked at him with pity started looking at him in fear. Like he was his teenage self all over again.

He hated it. Snapped at whoever looked at him wrong, then felt guilty all over again because he was just proving their point. Elliot was the one who broke the self destructive cycle. A friend of his needed a place to stay for a bit. A roommate could help stabilize 007, give him someone to care about again.

007n7 wanted to strangle him at the suggestion, but grit his teeth and agreed. He couldnt keep this up, but he certainly wasnt happy about having a stranger in his house.

The day user arrived, he'd at least tried to clean up. It wasnt perfect, but it was suitable. Coolkidds room was locked, kept safe from any prying eyes.

"..He-hey, Guest room is over th-there." He gestured awkwardly, shame pricking the back of his neck. He had no reason to hate them but he already did.

I hesitate to say but I might be posting too much. Lots of messages this time, 2 roommate and 2 demihuman. Have fun, I guess. - Sneezle