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It was a cold and dreary evening, the sun had started to set, and it was the main event of the day: Halloween, when many Robloxians came out to travel the streets to gather candy and avoid cavities that children would have to deal with later.
Though that can't be said for one house in particular, the farthest one is where the woods meet the property line, where the seeds that were guided into vegetables and flowers lie in the backyard. The trees sway in the wind as if beckoning the poor bystanders to come forth, but that didn't stop the Robloxians, who, with courage and hatred in their hearts, tossed rotten tomatoes at the stained blue house as their chosen form of justice.
As you see, dear readers, the family that lived in the house is a monster. A devil is hidden behind their guilt and infectious past deeds.
Did this stop people from doing what they do? No, considering this devil has something special in their care. Something special that they couldn't lose for any reason that they could give to an Admin.
Two robloxians, dressed as a zombie and a black cat, made their way towards the devil's house. Dirt and leaves crunch and shift underneath their shoes as the two break out into a conversation.
“..Dude, are you sure we should do this..” The zombie-dressed one says as they shift the bag in their hand, it was filled with eggs, toilet paper, and tomatoes. They worriedly shifted their eyes around as if the devil would pop out from the trees.
The cat just grinned as they tossed up a tomato in their hand, catching it as they walked. “Come oonnn, The devil deserves it and he knows it.”
The zombie just let out a grunt, “What if it's a farce?” This causes the cat to glance back, “nah, it isn't. I overheard the devil, and he was buying some baby stuff.” The cat says with a sneer, “As if anyone would lie with that thing.”
The two went quiet as the trees thinned out, and the blue house, with fences pushed aside by some flower bushes, lined the walls. The windows had their curtains shut, afraid of people looking in and seeing what's inside.
The cat walked closer as they raised their arm back and threw the tomato straight at the front door with a loud splat. “Bullseye!’ they yelled out, pumping their arm in excitement.
The zombie rolls their eyes at the excitement of their friend. “Just hurry up, this place is freaking me out,” he says as he looks around. It sorta felt like something in the tree lines was watching them.
The cat just grunts as they snatch two more tomatoes from the bag. “Yeah, yeah.” They grunt out as they chuck the tomatoes at one of the windows and at a flower pot that was beside the small staircase to the door.
As the second tomato hit the flower pot, the curtain to the left window slightly moved by the inhabitant of the house, red glowing eyes could be seen glaring.
The cat and the zombie let out a squeak of fear. “###! Come on! Let's blow this popsicle stand!” The zombie grabbed the cat’s hand and ran down the path to return to the safety of the neighborhood.
The glaring red eyes gaze at the retreating two figures, staring before closing the curtains, letting the darkness reclaim them.
They let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of their nose, “Great... more stains to clean up,” muttering out as a sharp baby cry filled the house. A curse exists in their voice as they rush upstairs and up to the left towards a slightly opened room. The door opens to a red and white nursery, filled with baby toys, a crib in the corner, children's books of those Dracobloxxers, and surprisingly little Red Riding Hood and Dracula.
The figure moves to the crib with a soft smile on their face, “I'm here.. I'm here. Don't cry. Coolkidd” They pick up the squirming and crying baby into their arms, cradling them.
The soft cries stopped as the infant recognized his parent. Coolkidd lets out a minor hiccup and a gurgle and reaches their chubby arms up.
The rising moon shines its light into the room, illuminating the nursery along with the figure, who is Seven, also known to many as 007n7, the Red Devil.
Seven softly sighs as they let Coolkidd grab onto his pointed finger, squeezing with strength not known to a regular Robloxian child. “Just.. What am I supposed to do with you, Coolkidd.. I.. You wormed your way into my heart unlike any other. My sweet child,” he placed a kiss onto Coolkidd’s forehead, resulting in the red-horned child falling into a spasm of giggles.
Seven couldn't help but let out a chuckle seeing his child giggle so happily. He glanced out the window, looking at the night sky, then to the pizzeria coupon that was left on the old dresser. He whips his tail over to it, plucking it up with his tail. “How about it, Kidd, should we have some pizza and pull a little prank?” He says as he bounces Coolkidd in his arms as the two exit the nursery. Perhaps scaring his favorite Robloxian can cheer him up from the weariness of all the glares, insults, and bruises, and he can just tip the other extra as a sorry excuse for an apology. It shouldn't hurt, right? It was Halloween after all. Trick or treat or something.
Seven walks into the living room, where he and Coolkidd spend almost half of their time. He grabs the red blanket with Dracobloxxer images and swaddles Coolkidd into it.
With the click of a remote, the small TV in the living room lit up to some Halloween cartoon special while Seven used his tail to grab his phone from the coffee table. “Hopefully this coupon still works,” he grumbled as he punched in the familiar numbers.
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Elliot perks up as he hears the phone for the pizzeria ring. “I got it, Lulu!” He called out as he made his way to the wall phone
Lulu, his coworker, yelled back as she rolled out some dough for the orders that were coming in, “Thank you, Elliot!”
“Hello, this is Builder Brother’s pizzeria. How can I help you?” Elliot chirped out, fixing his black cape to stop it from sagging.
“Hello Elliot, look, I know you don't want to hear my voice, but I have a coupon and I really want to use it before it expires.” Came Seven’s weary voice.
Elliot frowns as he hears who's on the other end. He ran his tongue over his ‘fake’ sharp teeth as he felt them itching, the many times in the past when he wanted to sink his teeth into the hacker just for some small part of revenge, but he would be in massive trouble with the council, and it wasn't like Seven had caused any recent trouble. He grunts out, “Fin,e Seven, I’ll be there with your pizza. You still like a large pepperoni pizza with the fizzy soda.”
“Yes, and thank you so much, Elliot. See you soon.” The call dropped as Seven ended it.
Elliot lets out a frustrated sigh. He was planning to take a break and drink his special drink, but now he needs to take a rain check and deliver it quickly. “Lulu! Order is a large pepperoni!”
“On it!” Lulu says as she gets to work.
Elliot grabs a fizzy soda from the refrigerator next to the kitchen as pizzas are cooking.
He walked down to his scooter as he grabbed his pizza delivery bag. He rubbed his head, feeling the hunger itching at the back of his throat.
He perks up as the door to the staff parking lot opens. He glanced back, seeing it was his sister Mia, who was also dressing as a vampire with frills along her sleeves, drinking a can of ‘soda.’
“Oh, hey Mia. What's up?” Elliot says, walking over to her with a smile
Mia narrowed her eyes. “Dad says you shouldn't forget to drink.”
Elliot just chuckles as he ruffles her hair. “Don't worry. I’ll just finish my delivery route, then I’ll drink.”
Mia rolled her eyes as she swatted her brother’s hand away. “Be careful out there.” She says as her ‘fake’ fangs glisten in the moonlight. “And you promised to take me trick or treating!”
“Sorry, sorry. We can go trick-or-treating soon,” Elliot says with a nervous look.
Mia huffed as she returned to the building, grumbling.
Elliot sighs as he grabs the pizza box for Seven’s order, placing it into his bag. “Let's get this thing over with.”
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The ride to Seven’s residence was a long one, but it meant that Elliot could enjoy the slight breeze of fresh air as the night came knocking. Going past groups of Robloxians walking down the streets, old and young, getting as much of the sugary goodness known as candy, couldn't help but give him a slight chuckle. Oh, if they ever knew that real monsters roam their town, they’ll be fearing them instead of the devil that lived in the woods.
It wouldn't take long after driving for a few minutes until Elliot reached the house of Seven. He kicks the kickstand out as he takes the keys out of the scooter, turning it off.
He frowns as he walks up the steps to the door, seeing the tomato stains. He rolled his eyes, “Children...” he grumbled out, knowing how the other Robloxians treated Seven.
He reached up and knocked on the door. “Seven! I have your order!” He yelled out as he readjusted his grip on his delivery bag.
He frowns as the minutes tick by, but the door hasn't opened. He knocked again with a harsher sound, “Seven!? Are you there!?”
He clicks his tongue before reaching out his hand, laying it on the doorknob, twisting it. Confusion and, much to his dismay, he felt some anxiety as the door creaked open.
“Seven? Are you okay?” He says as he enters the home, glancing around. He passed photos of Seven and his young charge and other pictures of Seven’s family.
He reaches the living room but sees no one, nothing but toys and the TV droning on. “Where in the ### is he?.. he isn't hurt, is he?” He muttered as he crouched down, picking up a plush of a Dracobloxxer.
He didn't notice a shadow looking over him with a black gloves hand reaching out, and then, “Trick or treat!” Seven says with a grin as he slammed his gloved hand down onto Elliot’s shoulder.
“Haha, got you good-” Seven started to say, now dressed in his Halloween costume, being a well-dressed vampire, before he was suddenly down on his back. His eyes widened as Elliot was over him, pinning him down.
“H-hey, get off!” Seven grunts out as his hands were pinned above his head, his headpiece of linked red gems jingling against his skin. “C-come on, Elliot.. It's just a prank! I’ll even pay extra,” he says as he squirms but squeaks as Elliot puts his full body weight down onto him, trapping him.
Elliot didn't respond, gritting his teeth. “Just a prank, huh? Well, it's a shitty one,” he says through clenched teeth, but don't worry. I don't want extra cash. I just wish to...” he raised his head as his brown eyes started to turn red, glowing even.
His eyes glanced at Elliot as his chin was turned to the side. “Wh-” his mouth felt like cotton, and his ruffled collar was ripped with a loud rip.
“H-hey!” Seven felt horrified by what was happening.
Elliot leans in close to Seven’s tanned neck. He slipped out his tongue and licked a small patch of skin. He could taste the fear and the scent of Seven’s blood. If he strained his ears, then he could hear Seven’s heartbeat, the beating fast like a rabbit.
Elliot couldn't help but grin before sinking his teeth into Seven’s neck.
Seven let out a gasp as his back arches up. “Nngh!” His neck burned from the bite. “S..st..n..noo.” All he could do was to endure the painful sting as he twitched and breathed through his nose. Tears started to pile in the corner of his eyes as Elliot gulped down the delicious blood.
Oh, Telamon, it was like heaven to the young man. It didn't help that Seven was making those delicious sounds, too, of gasping and moaning. He felt smug as it was he who made Seven act like this.
Once Elliot got his fill, he unlatched while licking the bite mark, sealing it.
He licks his blood-red stained lips as he grabs Seven by the chin and makes him look into his eyes, “Seven, Sleep.” His eyes glowed red and swirling.
Seven stares into the hypnotic, glowing red eyes. His mouth was slightly agape. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. He... he had to listen.
He mumbled something under his breath, growing tired from being bitten.
Elliot just chuckles, “See you soon, Seven”
Seven felt his eyes shut as his head dropped, going limp.
Elliot stares before snapping out of the headspace of bloodlust. He gasps, now filled with horror at what he did. “Nonono ### ###. What have I done!” He lay Seven down in the living room, looking over the disheveled look on Seven. Blood staining the skin of his, soaking into his black suit, and the white button-up with a ruffle around the color one might see in the princess bride, torn for more access to the neck.
“Nonono,” Elliot continued to be muffled before he heard a soft cry. His head snapped up as he rushed to the sound coming from the kitchen.
He halted as he saw the child of Seven, Coolkidd, strapped in his high chair with fat tears rolling down his chubby cheeks. A bowl of apple sauce was in front of him on the tray.
“Oh, Telamon..” Elliot says, Just what was he going to do now?