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Many Robloxians had families.
Small, big, biological, adoptive. It was something labeled as mandatory — something schools taught you was important. Hundreds of stories, books, and movies supported the idea, solidifying the idea that family was everything.
007n7 wasn't ever expecting to have a family like that. Neither was Chance, or 1x1x1x1, Bluudud, Taph…. So many had been deprived of the feeling of life, so many had lost the ones who once cared for them. To those like them, family felt like a dream, an insignificant fantasy they had long given up on — and it had been.
At least, at first.
But finally, after years of pointless isolation, broken trust, and distant relationships — they found one; Chose one. Their family wasn't normal by any means, wasn't calm or completely functional. Yet it was still theirs.
Others saw it as weird. Admins, fugitives, and criminals functioning as one? To them, it was odd, unlawful.
Their opinions didn't really matter anyway.
“Are you sure this is safe?” 007n7 hissed out, face contorted with worry. He adjusted his hold on the box of fireworks, eyes trained on Shedletsky. “Just because the field's large doesn't mean it's safe to shoot fireworks!”
The brunette only grinned wider, wings pressed against his back for safety measures. He waved off the father’s worries, excitement coursing through his veins. “It'll be fine… probably.”
C00lkidd, watching with scared awe, clung to 1x1x1x1's leg, his claws digging into her skin. They winced at the pain, but kept quiet as they carded their own claws through his hair. The two, alongside Kidd's siblings, stood a sizable distance away from Shedletsky — and therefore the consequences of his stupid decisions.
Noob, on the other hand, dragged their just far enough to avoid getting hurt. They sat in the grass unbothered by their usual stress, hand entangled with Sixer's as they giddily whispered to Veeronica. In their free hand was a can of Bloxycola, non-alcoholic as instructed by their pseudo-relatives.
Chance — to the surprise of absolutely no one — saw the gathering as an opportunity to bother Don and his boys, taking of n7's no violence rule. Mafioso, to his credit, refused to react to their taunts, staring ahead blankly. His men followed his example, although Consigliere seemed one jab away from taking the bait.
Itrapped and Azure had chosen to linger by the edge of the field, the two half-heartedly insulting each other as always. Two Time occasionally glanced at the two, though they're focus was mainly on Taph's snow drawings. Joined by Slasher, or rather Jason, they had been silently observing the Demolitionist's struggle to draw a tree.
Dussekar, as prepared as always, supervised Shedletsky carefully, even going as far as mentally going over aquatic spells. He wasn't taking any chances, not when a former arsonist and a reckless idiot were in charge of flammable material. Elliot appreciated his caution, especially when fears he refused to unpack started to affect his usually cheerful mood.
While many were present to watch this event go down, some chose — or had — to stay behind. Most Administrators had stayed at Roblox Headquarters to host an employee party, Noli had chosen to sleep because “New Year's itself is propaganda”, the Does had chosen to go on a date, and Guest 1337 was still bound to the house. Their absence was noticed, but nevertheless inevitable; it was rare for everyone to be together at once.
007n7 sighed heavily, grumbling as Shed quickly lit the fuse. He grabbed onto the neck of his sweater and yanked him backwards, retreating an acceptable distance. He wasn't looking forward to hearing Shed whine about burnt wings.
While the fireworks were as loud as expected, they were also undeniably breathtaking. A euphoric feeling spread throughout the group, a complete feeling that only came with a holiday like this one. It was strange, how a few lights could remind them that they were one.
That they were family.