"Face Your Mistakes."

by NaoNaomi

Summary:

1x turns normal and joins survivors side lele

Chapter 1: "Creator, creator, what will you do? When your creations come looking for you?” (UPDATED)

Notes:

I decided to unanon myself.. heh..
im gonna unanon myself on my other fics when i update them
also im painting for my finals and im so stressed and thats why i havent been uploading!!
me when i make another fic even though i have like 5 to update..

1x1x1x1 staggered, gasping for breath. It hurt. Why did it hurt? It wasn’t supposed to hurt. Why did it hurt when it was HIM of all people. Why did he have such an effect on them?! Why can’t he just die?! Why does he have to come back again and again? Why do they have to suffer like he does? He deserves it. It’s all his fault. They grit their teeth. They’re not pathetic. They won’t whine and bitch about some stupid cut. They’ll just get over it. Their grip on their Daemonshanks tightened as they glared, unwavering. They’ll kill him over and over and over again. And he’ll regret ever doing anything to them.

 

The faint sound of ticking rang through the background. No. There's no way. The round is almost over already? Fuck. Fucking damn it. It’s not fair. Without wasting a second, they stabbed their swords into their body, letting out a choked groan. It hurt. Why does it hurt so much? God dang it. They let out a shuddering breath as they watched the corpses come to life. Shedletsky had already used his slash, all he needed to do was survive.

 

1x won’t let him.

He knows that.

 

They swung their sword, movement unusually sloppy. What the hell? Why are they acting like this? They’re a swordsman! One of the best and- they’re missing. Why are they missing their swings? The pain in their arm grew, chest tightening with pain. Their hand shook, sword clattering to the ground. Their head felt foggy, like they weren’t fully present in their body. They uselessly swung at him before they stabbed the floor, leaning onto their weapon. It hurts…

 

Shedletsky watched as the killer slumped onto their weapon, raising a brow. The ticking grew louder, only serving to fuel their headache. A pang of worry shot through him. Worry? Why would they feel worried about.. them? He doesn’t know them. (He lies through his teeth, infecting the air with lies. He has no excuse to hide it from others, he’s a hypocrite. He and 007n7 aren’t so different, he just made it to be.)

 

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The round had ended not like how they wanted it to, a frustrated growl escaping their throat. It wasn’t fair. Why did they react like that? Why didn’t they just move? They wanted to cry but they lost the ability a long time ago. They looked at the other killers in the main cabin. Should they join them? No.. no. They don’t want to. They’d be much better off in their own cabin. With a click of their heels, they walked out, door creaking open much louder than they would’ve wanted. The frozen grass crunched under their shoes.

 

Their head ringed with a faint feeling. Pain, maybe? They can’t tell. They were out of it too much to care.

 

They slammed the door open to their cabin, closing it behind them. The warmth was sickeningly familiar, they hated that. They wiped the snow off of their heels, footsteps clicking as they passed the mirror in their room. Why did they even have that? They paused, before walking back to stare at the glass. Ah.

 

There stood a figure in their place, her short curly white hair framing her grey face. Their wings on both their head and back, white and feathery. She wore a green hoodie with jeans littered with rips, chained with charms. They stared at her and she stared back.

 

“Ivy.” 1x cut her off. “1x1x1x1.” They hissed, a low growl escaping their lips. “Don’t call me that, that’s you. Not me.” “You say the name with shame, yet you had once been called the same.” They scoffed, glaring at the figure. “Getting all rhymey with me, Ivy? What do you want.” Ivy solemnly looked at them, the look that they hated so much. “I wish that you weren’t so cruel with our father-” “Creator. Not father. He was never our father. He didn’t even know how to parent. He shouldn’t have kept us at all. Don’t call him something he’s not.”

 

“…I guess you’re right.” Ivy lowered her head, mumbling. “If that’s all you had to say, then we’re done here.” They turned away from the mirror, stepping away before a question made them freeze.

 

“What do you think mom will think of us now?” The question startled them, they didn’t know the answer to that. “Will she still love us?” They wanted to say yes, they wanted to say it with confidence that they didn’t have. They buried her deep inside of their heart, hidden, forgotten. Yet something still haunts them.

 

Will she still love the monster that she called her child?

 

No. Why would she? They’re nothing like what they were before.

They aren’t the little child, pathetic and weak. Sensitive. Innocent.

They’re stronger, murderous. A monster made to hate and to hate only.

 

1x walked away, opting to just rot in their bed until it's their turn again. They stood around five steps before they fucking fell down. What is WRONG with them today?! They breathed heavily, shuddering. Even breathing felt too much. They felt lightheaded, dizzy- sick. 1x doesn’t get sick- that’s insane! Why would they ever?

 

They felt their stomach squeeze, a stinging sensation erupting. They closed their eyes, hands gripping their stomach tightly. They felt warm acidic liquid rising up their throat, it felt disgusting. They shut their mouth, trying to swallow down the bile. But alas, their efforts were in vain as the liquid forced its way out of their mouth, black substance spattering onto the floor. A choked sob shook their body as they gasped, taking in as much air as they could. They won’t cry. They can’t.

 

They leaned their head onto the cold wood floor, trying to ease the pain erupting in their head. Fuck- fuck fuckfuck.. What is happening?!

Their headwings stretched contorting slightly. Out of sharp black talons sprouted a soft, fluffy feather. Their back aches, like something was going to sprout out of it. They gagged, realizing what was happening. There was absolutely no way. They wanted to laugh, call it a sick joke but the pain only seemed to grow. They can’t breathe, everything hurts- it hurts it hurts ithurtsmakeitstop-

Their crown rolled off their head, hitting the floor with a clink!

Then the world went black.

 

---

 

 

“Shedletsky! You made it?” Chance waved him over, a lazy grin etched on his face. He was one of the first to die, as Lady Luck decided to turn her back against him, or whatever he says.. In other words; his gun blew up. The man lay stretched over the couch, his legs hung over Elliot’s. Elliot sighed, pushing their legs off of his lap. He grinned, sitting up slightly. “I thought you would’ve.. I don’t know, died? That guy seems to hold a HUGGEE grudge over you!”

 

“That is true.. do you perhaps have history with them?” Guest 1337 spoke up, raising a brow. Despite how serious he was during rounds, he was.. not at all in general. That surprised a lot of them.

 

“What? Me? Know them? Psshh.. nahh..” Despite the nonchalance, Shedletsky replied way too quickly, tone defensive, his muscles tensing in the slightest bit. His smile faltered. “Maybe I banned them before? That’s probably why!” Liar liar liar. You’re a liar Telamon. You can’t hide from the past. When do you plan to tell them? That you had once-

 

—

 

“Dad!” Ivy smiled, running over to the god. She tugged on his robes, a bright smile etched on their face. “Look, look! I have something to-”

 

“Didn’t I tell you to not call me dad in public?” Telamon narrowed his eyes at them, pulling his robe away from the child’s grasp. His headwings flared, twitching in annoyance. He loomed over them, scowling. “I-” “And to not bother me when I’m busy?” He wasn’t even doing anything, just standing there, staring out in the temple.

 

“..I’m sorry.” Ivy whispered, her wings folding as she tried to close in on herself. They pulled their hood up, trying to cover their face. They stepped back slightly before turning around and running off. Telamon would only scoff and redirect his attention to his cult once again. He never really did pay attention to his creation, did he? No. Why would he ever? Ivy was created as a mistake, they were never supposed to be born. He had just made a mistake while creating the Banlands crown. The crown was made only to store his hatred. What he didn’t realize was that Ivy was also created for the same reason; to store his ongoing hatred.

 

He hated Ivy.

And they hated themself.

 

—

 

“Uhh, Earth to Shedletsky? You there?” Chance waved his gun in front of his face, jolting the other man out of his thoughts. “Wha-” “You started zoning out of nowhere! Did something happen during the round? You seem.. out of it today.” Their tone changed, smile softening. They were worried, hell- if one of their sentinels is out of shape, it would be a disaster!

 

“Yeah, yeah I’m.. I’m fine! Just tired, you know.. running for my life, haha..” Oh Telamon, this is so awkward- “I’m just gonna go to my room and rest, okay? Anywayshavefungoodbye!” He quickly spoke, jumbling his words halfway as he started speedwalking to his room upstairs.

 

“..Okay that was weird.” Chance furrowed his brows, spinning his gun in his hand. “Indeed it was!” That brought a yelp out of the gambler, gun dropping onto the floor. “TWO TIME! Jeez- when were you- why- stop scaring me like that!” “Apologizes, gambler, but I’d say that Shedletsky is acting strange! Perhaps, 1x1x1x1 is a sore subject for him? There’s no reason for him to get so defensive about it.”

 

“I don’t see why he has to lie though.” Noob spoke softly, fingers fidgeting with the hem of their hoodie. They let out a squeak when everybody’s attention snapped to them. “W-well, we all have our pasts a-and even if we don’t tell each other..” They swallowed, looking around. “We know 007n7’s connection to c00lkidd and that.. Noli guy.. and his past.. and we did promise that whatever connection we had with the killers.. we’d tell each other.”

 

“Right.. we did, didn’t we?” Elliot murmured, placing a hand on his chin. Why would he need to lie? Of all things.. break a promise like that.. “Maybe he just genuinely doesn’t know them?” Chance questioned, trying to lower the tension in the room. “Yeah but.. the possibilities of-“ “Let’s just discuss this later- I need a drink..” “Me too!” “Me three..” “You joining us Guest?” “…” He sighed, getting up from the couch. “Sure, why not.”

 

---

 

 

“What is WRONG with you?!” A woman’s voice cut through the air like a whip. Brighteyes stood in front of Telamon, glaring up at him harshly. Her hands balled up into fists. “You can’t be serious, Telamon- you HURT Ivy! What- why?!” Said god only looked at her, waving his hand dismissively. “They wanted to spar, so I gave them one. They should’ve expected to get hurt.”

 

“Are you- Are you serious?! Shedletsky.” She grit her teeth, she can’t believe this man! He only narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me that, I’m Telamon right now.” “Telamon, Shedletsky- whatever! Ivy’s a CHILD! You have to hold back! You can’t just- HURT them!” Brighteyes frowned, turning her back on him. “I can’t believe this is the man I married.”

 

Telamon’s headwings flared, hands balling up into fists. “Are you really going to let the mistake get in between us?! You’re attached to this- thing?? YOU can’t be serious.” His voice was low, angry. She tensed, shooting him a look. “Ivy is not a mistake! Don’t call them that! You created them, you take care of them!” “I created them so that means I can do whatever I want with them! The one time I tried to be nice and you-”

 

Ivy stood at the doorway, hand gripping the frame. Their head dropped, eyes staring intensely at the floor. She removed her hand from the frame, going to hold her bandaged arm instead. They didn’t like yelling, they didn’t like when they fought.. Because of her. It’s always because of her.

Maybe Telamon is right.

Maybe they shouldn’t even be here.

 

—

 

1x groggily tilted their head, breathing heavily as they forced their eyes open. They feel like they can’t breathe- god it hurts so much. They felt like they weren’t even in their own body anymore- which they weren’t. ..they aren’t in their body?

 

Their eyes widened, scampering to sit up as their head snapped to the mirror beside them. Oh.. my Telamon.

 

Their white straight hair is.. no longer straight- curly?? Their hair is curly again. Are you serious?! They just straightened it! Oh and also their wings are back... Huh what- They lifted their arm, staring at the fluffy mess of a wing. Also.. they’re wearing actual clothes… preferably, their old clothes. It shouldn’t even fit them at all! Their transformation literally made them so much taller than before.. maybe it was modified to fit? And their skin is grey. They lifted their hoodie, seeing the pale grey skin instead of a translucent green. This isn’t happening. Nope. Nuh uh. It’s not happening. Their hand brushed against their face, feeling their soft skin, shuddering. Their piercing red eyes.. dulled. This.. isn’t them at all. They don’t want to be like this.

“What.. the fuck.” They winced, the voice of their own voice surprising them. It wasn’t the deep, gravelly voice they were so familiar with. It was soft, a bit raspy, but soft. This wasn’t happening. This is all just a dream and.. and… they pinched their arm, feeling the sting. They aren’t dreaming. They’re- they’re Ivy again. They’re the pathetic, weak, scared child they were before.

 

…

What if.. the killers see them like this? Who knows what they’d do?

It scared them more than they’d like to admit.

 

Them? Scared of.. those idiots? Who were they kidding? Of course not! But…

 

The sound of ticking jolted them out of their thoughts. Already? But- they just went! Wait, how long were they out?! Spectre- give them a break god dang it!! Their protests were ignored by the being as they felt the space around them warp. Wait. The survivors are going to see them like this. WAIT-

 

---

 

 

They landed on the ground with a thud, the air knocking out of them. They could barely breathe, they felt pathetic. The terrifying 1x1x1x1 reduced to.. this. Embarrassing. Something clattered onto the ground, their.. swords! And a note attached to it. They picked it up, reading it before a strained noise of surprise escaped their mouth.

 

‘Dear 1x/Ivy,

I am disappointed with your performance last round.

So, as punishment, I have decided to send you over to the survivors’ side!

I hope you have fun, maybe even reconcile with someone.

Other than that,

Enjoy!

-The Spectre.’

 

They crumpled up the note, throwing it away in anger. They can't believe this! This stupid being! Curse that Spectre! Telamon fucking damn it! Does Spectre like fucking with them?! Of course it does! It’s a sadistic ass shit! Why can’t they ever have anything they want?! They grabbed their swords and staggered up. Their head felt light and they felt like they could barely even stand. But they did anyway. They look at their swords, no longer misty.. and you could see their shape now. 

 

They folded up their wings, realizing- they can’t hide them anymore. Where- where’s their cloak?! No- nonononoo.. they can’t hide their wings- they can’t- what if the survivors see them? They hate their wings with a passion and Spectre just- decides to show it to the world?! Just like that?!

They tensed when they heard footsteps, turning around to see.. um.. Noob…? Was that their name..?

 

---

 

Noob jolted, staring at the other. They swallowed, the other was.. intimidating. Not to mention how TALL they were and with the swords and their expression- “U-Um.. hello..?” Noob meekly whispered, fiddling with their hoodie strings.

 

“..Hi.” They clenched their fists. They can’t attack them. They can’t let them know that they’re 1x, they’d freak out and nobody would trust them. “..where are we?” Just pretend and bullshit through everything.

 

“Ah… umm.. a purgatory..? W-we call this place Forsaken and basically.. we’re trapped and we have to play these.. ‘games’ where you have to survive a killer..” Noob started to ramble nervously, cracking underneath their gaze. “There’s no escape or anything- just-“

 

“Okay- okay, I get it.” 1x cut them off, looking away. They can’t believe they’re stuck here.. with people with these.. “..I’m Noob by the way!” 

 

They blinked.. oh, this is the part where they say their name. If they said 1x1x1x1… but they don’t know what name they could possibly- “Ivy.” Ah, fuck their life. “My name’s Ivy.”

 

“Nice to meet you Ivy.. do you um.. want to meet the others?-“ “No.” They did NOT want to meet the others, especially when Shedletsky was probably there. They sat down on the floor, they would’ve probably fallen over if they kept standing up.

 

They sat in silence as Noob awkwardly hovered over them. The ticking came way too early, the round had only started like.. ten minutes ago.. whatever! The faster they get out of the round, the faster they can rest!

 

The space around them shifted, pulling them in harsher than it usually was.

 

---

 

Chance fell head first onto the floor while Elliot crashed onto the couch, almost tipping it over. Guest had to hold the furniture to stop it from flipping. Chance let out a string of curses, holding their head in pain. Taph staggered. He would’ve fell if it weren’t for their wings saving them! Dusekkar was not affected at all- he can fly.. 007n7 fell onto the armchair, knocking it over. Noob screamed, getting absolutely THROWN into Builderman, who was just walking into the room and they both crashed. Two Time was laying on the floor, eyeing the person before them. Ivy. 

 

“Ow! What is up with Spectre today?! First, it sends us to another round.. Then it decides to throw us?!” Chance huffed angrily, closing their eyes as they pulled off their sunglasses to wipe their face. They didn’t like showing people their eyes.. Oh their nose hurts so bad.. “Even a being so powerful can get fussy apparently.” Two Time smiled eerily, sitting up and looking at the newcomer.

 

“But, I guess we have a new teammate. Hello.” Ivy would only glare at them, muttering a “..hello.” in response. “I am Two Time.” “And I’m THE extravagant Chance-” “Ignore him, I’m Elliot.” “Wah- don’t cut me off!” They pouted, glaring at Elliot. Ivy could only roll their eyes subtly, they already knew all their names but it would be suspicious.. ughh.. “I’m Guest 1337, nice to meet you.” He managed the nicest smile he could without looking intimidating.. “I am Dusekkar, fellow friend, and this is Taph, I’m afraid he can’t speak..”  (I am NOT rhyming fuck that shit)

 

“Um- you already know my name!” Noob smiled awkwardly, helping Builderman up as they whispered apologies. “Welp.. I’m Builderman, at yer service..” He trailed off, staring at them. Ah. He recognized them. He stared at them and They stared back. “Ivy.” They hissed out, watching as Builderman flinched. He knew that name way too well. A subtle tension formed between the two, the others staring in confusion. 

 

“What’s with all this ruckus downstairs? I’m tryna rest!” A cheery voice broke the subtle tension. That. Stupid. Voice. They let out a low rumble as he walked into the room, smile faltering as he looked at them.

 

“I..Ivy..?” He whispered, tone almost reverent. He remembered them. Of course he remembered! He had- they were once- they-

 

—

 

Ivy stood in the middle of Robloxia’s busy streets, mind hazy with voices that screamed at them. People were right there, it would be so easy to just.. slice their heads off.. to hear their screams of agony.. No! No. they.. they didn’t want that. Get- get these voices out of her head! It hurts listening to them! There’s too many- too-

 

A hand grabbed their shoulder.

 

Their sword was drawn.

Their hand was smeared with blood.

They could barely hear the screams.

 

They didn’t feel remorse or any guilt. They felt empty. They felt numb. But their voices faltered at their actions. Quieted. Maybe if they.. If they- hah.. Hahaha.. HAHAHAHA!

 

They swung their sword, mind plagued with voices that encouraged their actions. They could barely pay attention to the bodies that fell onto the floor. Then they suddenly felt something strike them. A heavy gust of wind had knocked them over. They didn’t have to look, they already knew. But they looked anyway.

 

Telamon.

The bastard.

In the flesh.

 

The voices redirected their anger towards him. He’s the reason why they’re like this! He forced his hatred into them, trapped haunting voices inside- It’s all his fault. And they were going to make him pay.

 

They struck, swinging their blade at his neck. He dodged, of course. They had this battle many times. Spars that felt more like fights, and now they’ll match his energy. One of them is not going to get out of here alive. They’ll make sure of it. 

 

He swung, they swung back harder, body buzzing with adrenaline. They couldn’t hear anything, they didn’t care about anything. Their attention is on their creator. They remember his attacks, they remember how much it hurt. They remembered everything. He thought he knew them but he didn’t. He never will.

 

They changed their footing, swinging her sword at him. This was different. It grazed one of his three pairs of backwings. Why does he even need three pairs of wings? Four if you count his headwings. His eye widened under the shadow, pulling back. He glowered, his eye flickering with something new. Anger? Hate? Fear? Or was it recognition? Did he finally recognize his creation? Does he see the resemblance with creator and creation?

 

He struck them equally as hard- in the face. They felt something crack. They staggered to the floor, feeling the black liquid dripping down their face. Their vision blurred in one eye- he hit their eye- that bastard! They could hear faint cracking in their head. They could see Telamon’s outline in yellow. What..?

 

Ivy could barely catch their breath as they felt chains coil around their arms, dragging them onto the floor. The coldness of the metal snapped them back from their bloodlust. They looked around, seeing the massacre they had done, guilt creeping up their spine. They gazed up at Telamon, eyes pleading as they gasped out an apology.

 

“W-wait- please! I- I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry! Dad! I won’t do it again- I didn’t mean to lose control! Please! Don’t-” They sobbed, tugging at the chains. “Don’t send me there! Don’t-”

 

Suddenly the streets were quiet again.

Telamon didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, didn’t celebrate.

He just stared.

He should be happy, grateful that the mistake is gone.

But he felt nothing.

 

You know the saying;

“You only miss something when it’s gone.”

He suddenly regrets everything.

Not like he’d admit it, of course.

His pride and ego could never.

 

He wrote the incident off as a freak accident. Some creature had gotten loose and had killed those poor innocent Robloxians. Turned Ivy into a missing person. He only told Builderman the truth. He couldn’t tell Brighteyes what he had done. What he had driven her baby into.

 

She had looked for them, cried many nights. He only watched. He could’ve at least helped. But he didn’t.

 

He quietly resigned from being a god.

Turned into Shedletsky full time.

But that won’t change the past.

And it certainly won’t now.

 

—

 

“Shedletsky.” They growled out, fists clenching. Their hand twitched, wanting to reach for their swords. But something stopped them. And they knew exactly what it was. Spectre.

 

“Ivy- I-” “Don’t.” Ivy cut him off, voice strained. “Don’t speak to me. Don’t- act all nice and friendly to me- you can’t just act like this, act like you didn’t do- all that. Leave me alone. Can you do that? Can you listen for once?” Their voice was shaky, vulnerable. They hated that. They can’t STAND to be here, not with.. them watching this.

 

They turned around and walked right out the cabin. They can’t stand to be in a room with him. 

 

“..okay, what.”

 

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drawings bc why tf not

 

 

Have you seen them?

 

When Telamon hit them in their face, it cracked their eye!! hahaha and thats how their unstable eye exists!!

 

i forgot to add to the past two drawings but 1x has spawn halo!!

 

me when consequences of my actions

 

BRIGHTEYES MENTIONED!!

 

Dont call them ivy chat!! (they used to introduce themself as ivy instead of 1x1x1x1 bc what kind of name is that)

 

worst father in forsaken. BOO HIM!!

Notes:

4084 (past)
4097 (UPDATES VERS)

haha angst
if you see me lurking.. watch out..

Chapter 2: “The abusers may forget but the victims don’t.”

Summary:

N7 tries to speak to 1x but they dont rlly give a shit so he leaves and 1x has a nice nap

Notes:

Kill me soo bad
Its kinda short but eat up children

“Okay what.”

 

“You know the newbie?” Chance raised a brow, crossing his arms. Ivy had reacted.. negatively.. To him. Did he do something? Did they have some backstory?? Gahh, Shedletsky better answer! He’s backed into a corner with no option but to answer!

 

Shedletsky hesitates, glancing away. “They’re..” Should he tell them the truth? There’s no way he’s going to get out of this. “..my child.” He swallowed, looking at the others to see their reactions.

 

“WAIT- you have- you???” Elliot blurted out without thinking, sheepishly looking away when he realized what he had done. “Okay- no offense, Shedletsky.. but you don’t seem like.. the father type.” “Yeah! What he said!” Chance cut in, a lazy grin etched onto their face.

 

Noob blinked, rubbing their head. “You.. have a kid..?” “And you never mentioned them?” Guest 1337 asked, watching his reactions closely.

 

The (former) god looks away, frowning. “..we aren’t really on.. good terms.” Will it kill him to tell the truth? Maybe. He’s trying to get better! But is he actually any better? He erased them from his past, lied through his teeth, broke promises..

 

Is he actually trying or is he just making it easier for himself?

 

007n7 frowns, is he the only person who noticed that, even if he and his child were on bad terms.. They wouldn’t have necessarily reacted so harshly to him. What.. what did Shedletsky do to them? Why did they react like that? Is there something he isn’t telling the others? Is he really to be trusted? He doesn’t even bother to speak up, just opening his c00lgui. Nobody would even listen, they wouldn’t.. care.. about him. Why would they? His hands shook as he teleported away, watching the cabin fades into the forest as space warps around him.

 

“What are you doing here.” A voice snaps at him from behind. Turning around, he saw Ivy, sitting on the dock in the lake. They don’t seem too happy to see him.. maybe they know about him already? Since.. they’re Shedletsky’s child, they’re bound to know about hackers..

 

“..um. The.. the cabin..” n7 stuttered, eyes averting from the other. “It gets.. overwhelming.. at times.. I guess. I, um, come here to calm down sometimes. It’s.. peaceful.. isn’t it?” Ivy could only give him a look before looking back down at the water.

 

Has he said something wrong? They look upset- is it about Shedletsky?

 

“..I guess it is.” Ivy reached down, hand gliding against the water, breaking the calm, still water with ripples. This place reminded them of…

 

—

 

“Ivy? Dear, where are you?” A woman’s voice cut through the quiet garden. Said child cracked open one of their eyes, lifting their head up from the grass. They smiled, sitting up and brushing the blades of grass off of them. “Mom!” They called, waving their hand out of the bushes to catch her attention.

 

After a few moments, Brighteyes pushed past the leaves and sat down beside her child. There was a small pond hidden by bushes, Ivy liked hiding there, especially when things got overwhelming..

 

“I’ve been looking for you. It’s almost time for the event.” She spoke softly, hand gently rubbing their shoulder. Ivy could only sigh, looking away. “I don’t want to go.” They stubbornly spoke, crossing their arms. “It gets way too loud and crowded and I have to meet people and..”

 

“And dad forces me to speak to them- I don’t want to! I hate doing that, speaking to strangers. You know that right ma?” Ivy looked back at their mother, expression pleading. They would rather die than go.

 

“..I’ll see what I can do sweetheart.”

 

—

 

1x snapped out of their thoughts at the sound of footsteps and floorboards creaking. N7 was sitting next to them, a reasonable distance away, thankfully. They pulled their hand back from the water, wiping it on their pants. 

 

N7 watched their actions before shifting his attention to the lake. “..Shedletsky said you were his child..” Ivy blinked, lifting their head up. ..he admitted that? “..he said that you were on bad terms with him.” Ah. He couldn’t even explain properly.

 

“..I feel like there’s more than that. So.. what.. exactly happened..? Between you guys?”

 

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.” Ivy hissed out, clenching their fists. N7’s worry only worsened. Now he’s really concerned, how much of a bad dad was the admin? He shut his mouth after that, opting to just sit there with them.

 

The two sat in silence, other than the quiet rustling of leaves. 007n7 got up, pulling out his gui. “..I’ll go now, I guess I’ll see you later. ..bye.” He smiled awkwardly, teleporting away.

 

1x sat on the dock. The absence of his presence felt.. well.. It made them feel lonely.

 

..lonely?

1x doesn’t get lonely.

They’ve BEEN alone most of their life.

This doesn’t mean anything.

Does it?

 

They closed their eyes, slowly leaning back and laying on the wood. They’re tired, physically and mentally. They haven’t been so tired in a long time.

 

A nap couldn’t hurt..

Maybe it could.

 

—

 

Chains coiled around their body, tightening around them. Their eyesight blurry as a yellow outline of their creator shimmered in their vision.

 

They had pathetically begged for him to forgive them, crying and whining.

 

“But that’s not what exactly happened, is it?” A quiet shaky voice perked from behind. Ah, it’s them. “You’ve forgotten what he’s done.”

 

Then time reversed.

 

Suddenly they were hit in the face, their swords flying out of their grasp. They stumbled, knees scraping against concrete. They gasped, hand reaching up to feel the cracked skin. They can’t see. It’s so.. so blurry. Their hands were stained with black.

 

Without any time to react, the same chains coiled around their body again. A hand gripped their hair, pulling their head up. There stood Telamon, their swords in his hand. 

 

“W-wait- please! I- I didn’t mean to!” They began the sob story, apologizing. “Don’t send me there! Don’t-”

 

They felt something pierce their stomach.

They screamed.

Their swords.

He-

He had-

How could they have forgotten?

Telamon didn’t care about them.

Why would he care now?

 

Their body fell limp, the chains dragging them down.

Did he feel anything?

Did he feel remorse?

Did they really mean nothing to him?

 

They would never forgive him.

No matter how much he tried.

You can’t erase the past.

 

Even if he forgot;

They remembered.

 

—

 

1x’s eyes shot open, their body bolting up into a sitting position.

 

Great, so they can’t even have a peaceful nap. Fuck you too Spectre. Fuck Telamon too.

Notes:

1100 words
No drawings for you today..

Chapter 3: “Not everyone heals. Not everyone changes.”

Summary:

1x lowkey crashes tf out and starts comparing themself to their creator

Notes:

Sorry ts took so long. I was busy.
Busy playing pressure. I did not beat it.

Also i had this amazing idea at 3AM
A silly little crossover!! I was inspired by I.V.Y (if you know them i love you.) for c00lkidd but for the rest its my idea

Ill probably write down what i have.. i need to focus more on my fics..

1x had gotten up a while ago, now just pacing around the area. This place wasn’t much different from the Killer’s area, they noticed. It was just.. not covered head to toe with snow. They wonder what the Spectre’s deal with snow is.

 

They didn’t really care, they wanted to go back to the killers. They would most likely be with them than be here. They missed c00lkidd and his stupid ramblings about whatever. And how Noli would join in. They missed how quiet it was with Jason and Azure. 

 

They missed… They missed John.. oh to be held in his arms again which more or less can crush them but he’s way too gentle with them.

 

Too gentle in a way that makes their heart clench. He doesn’t have to do all that. He doesn’t have to look at them like.. they’re something precious.

Something to love.

 

It almost reminds them of who he was before..

Before….

 

Their fists clenched before they slammed one into a tree. They closed their eyes and shook their hand off. 

 

 

What are they even thinking?

 

They don’t miss anyone. Especially not the killers.

 

1x walked over to the cabins, looking around. They should have one, they refuse to share one with a survivor. Eugh.

 

---

 

“..wait. Aren’t you and Builderman married?” Chance recalls, pointing to Shedletsky who only nods. “And Builderman’s my uncle.. so that technically makes Ivy.. my cousin.”

 

He stared at the ceiling before jumping up in realization. He immediately rushes over to Shedletsky, shaking him by the shoulders. “IVY IS MY COUSIN?! And YOU.” He raises an accusing finger at Builderman. “YOU DIDN’T TELL ME I HAD A COUSIN!”

 

“Well, it never came up-” “Oh my god, what other secrets are you hiding from poor ol’ me?!”

 

Elliot scoffed behind him, rolling his eyes. “Drama queen..”

 

“Elliot!”

 

---

 

1x has, begrudgingly, noticed that they, in fact, do NOT have a cabin. They were absolutely going to kill themself if they had the chance. Death would be much easier than.. interacting with a survivor, even worse, sharing a cabin!

 

They scowled, cursing at themself as they walked to the shore. They looked up at the sky and back to the water. Then to their wings.

 

They twitched, once. Before raising. They haven’t flown in a while. Especially considering, they did not have wings for a good amount of time.

 

They hate their wings, they hate how every time they looked at it, they were always reminded of him.

 

That scumbag who only cares for himself. Who could barely understand the thought of feelings. Had he ever apologized for anything he’s done to them? No. They gave him time. They let him run and cower away. They gave him time to speak. But he had never.

 

NOT EVEN ONCE.

HAD HE APOLOGIZED.

IF HE HAS TRULY SORRY.

 

Then he would’ve.

A long time ago.

 

But they don’t need something as silly as an apology to validate their ‘trauma’. It doesn’t fix anything. Especially since he wasn’t trying to fix it.

 

‘Bad people don’t change.’ They thought to themself, crouching down onto the sand. ‘Maybe they do. But only people who are truly evil can’t change.’

 

‘No matter how hard they try.’

 

Of course, that applied to them too. They weren’t just going to victimize themself, they know they’re evil. They know Telamon was the reason for their horrid upbringing but did that really justify anything they did?

 

No.

Why would it?

 

They aren’t going to change. They won’t change. They don’t want to. They want to be evil. They want to be known as evil.

 

So what changed?

 

Is it the fact that they’re now.. the past? The part of them they wanted to hide away forever?

 

Or was it because they no longer feel the burn of hatred in their veins? They still felt it, of course, but it didn’t burn like it used to. It didn’t.. consume every other emotion. They couldn’t feel the corruption that tells their body what to do, who to kill, what their purpose was.

 

Maybe they were just afraid of change.

Because then, they’d be just like Shedletsky.

Hiding behind a mortal mask.

 

No.

They are not him.

They refuse to be like him.

 

They had done so much, just for Spectre to ruin everything.

 

Their wings curled around themself. The wings they had once..

 

---

 

Their hands shook as they felt the base of their wing. They raised their sword, reaching behind them and feeling the blade at the base. They slowly pushed it down, feeling it dig and break skin.

 

Blood dripped from the appendage but they continued.

Tears burned from their eyes but the blade continued its torturous descent.

Bile rose from their stomach, their wings twitching rapidly.

 

Then they cut it off with one harsh push.

 

The sword clattered onto the stone floor, along with the pitch black wing. They shook uncontrollably, gasping for air like they were drowning.

 

They are drowning. In pain.

 

Their hands shakily grabbed the sword again, reaching behind them. It was better to end this quickly

 

Skin breaking, flesh ripping, bones cracking.

 

The other wing splattered onto the floor, blood rushing out. They slumped over, tears finally escaping their eyes.

 

This is what they wanted.

They refuse to have anything related to that god.

 

Was it worth it though, to have the thought of him control every single thing they do? It was out of spite, was it not? It was to get rid of him in his head.

 

Then why does he continue to live in their head?

 

---

 

1x shook their head, standing up.

 

They were tired again.

Why were they so tired all the time?

Whatever.

 

They suppose they’d have to ask one to share a cabin until theirs were to be built. If that even happens. They’ll ask them another day, they don’t feel like interacting with anyone.

Notes:

982 words lets go

Anyways yeah NOLI!! Hes so scary euu..

Chapter 4: ART FOR CHAPTER 3 🫶🫶

Summary:

Its just art for the um part where they cut off their wings

Notes:

Me putting my watermark knowing damn well aint nobody wanna steal my shit

Notes:

This took me 1 hour and 59 minutes chat

Chapter 5: "Home isn't always where your family is."

Summary:

wow its morning and the survivors are having their happy moment

Notes:

wow!! this is like a slice of life fanfic!! i say as i watch the slowly approaching dreaded brick of angst
this chap is just a filler for the angst that is coming

have you noticed that 1x1x1x1 is called ivy when around survivors only lol

1x1x1x1 sat on the stairs of the porch that led to the main cabin, head resting on their hand. They hadn’t been able to sleep, only the underlying numbness that buzzed under their skin, a tiredness that remained. Dull. Numb. Cold.

 

They hugged their legs, closing their eyes. Their wings wrapped around their body, as if it was trying to protect them from the cold.

 

But the cold was from inside them. They were always cold. Ever since they..

 

Perished.

…

They refused to think about it, the horrid memory left a foul taste on their tongue. They remembered that day all too clearly, it refused to drown in the sea of pain. No matter how hard they pushed it down, it resurfaced.

 

They wondered when the survivors woke up, the indication of ‘morning’.

 

It had to be any time now.

 

The sound of footsteps only confirmed their suspicion. They cracked open one eye and looked up, seeing.. Elliot.

 

Said man tilted his head and gave them a smile. “Heya, what’re you doing here?” He turned around and sat next to the avian. “Have you been awake this whole time?”

 

They shrugged, rolling their shoulders slightly. Their body felt stiff from being in this position for  too long. Their joints ached to be moved, to stretch. Their legs buzzed, a tingling sensation. “I didn’t have a place to sleep.”

 

“Is that so? Why didn’t you tell us then?” He frowned, shaking his head. “One of us could’ve shared with you until your cabin was made.” 

 

Ivy wanted to yell, tell him that they didn’t want these pathetic gestures of kindness, that they didn’t deserve them, that if he knew who they truly are, he would’ve never offered such a thing. But they just looked away and mumbled quietly. “I didn’t want to bother anyone.” The words felt foreign, disgusting.

 

They would never say such a thing willingly. “Don’t think like that! We’d be more than happy to help!” Elliot offered a smile they didn’t return.

 

They stayed silent until Elliot stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes. “I’ll be making breakfast, feel free to join me! I can always use a hand.”

 

Ivy watched as he walked inside. They made no move to follow, just sinking back onto the wood.

 

Time blurred slightly for the rest. The survivors, one by one (hah get it), passed by them, exchanging greetings as they did. Only one stopped to converse with them.

 

That being Chance.

 

The gambler smiled, flipping their coin into the air. “Morning Ivy! Guess what I found out?” He paused, waiting for them to answer. When no response came, he just shrugged. “Well, can’t win them all.. Anyways, we’re cousins! Crazy, right?”

 

Ivy didn’t say anything but their expression was enough to speak for themself. COUSINS? Them?! There’s no way! Them and the gambler?? That was so far fetched, last they checked, Telamon didn’t have siblings. “..what.”

 

“Yeah, he never told me about you..” They paused, before smiling. “He, being Builderman, of course. I’m Builderman’s nephew.”

 

That’s.. even worse. They never knew much about Builderman. He never really tried to bond with them as much as Brighteyes. More than Telamon for sure, but the bar wasn’t high at all so not such a great feat.

 

“..I never heard of you either.” Ivy responded, leaning back slightly. “Isn’t that a bit odd?” Maybe they could get him suspicious of Builderman, get him to pry.

 

Chance’s smirk faltered just the slightest bit, the smile looking too forced. Maybe they had thought about it. He brightened up immediately after, shrugging as their fingers fiddled with the coin. “Maybe. He must have his reasons though!”

 

Of course. Them and their fake enthusiasm. It sickens them.

 

“Enough of that, you should come inside!” Chance grinned, offering the avian his hand. “Elliot’s cooking is, like, the best. You have to try it!”

‘So good in fact, you eat it straight off the dirty floor during chases..’ They thought, palms scraping against the wooden floor. They pushed themself up, their legs buzzing, knees almost giving out. Their joints popped as they stretched, sighing.

 

“Fine. Let’s go.”

Notes:

690 words

fml i just rewrote chapter 5 like 5 times I HATE WRITERS BLOCK BRO FREE ME
CHAPTER 5 WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 4..
i need to get a grasp bro
anyways i wrote chapter 6 and will post it along with chap 5 (when i get it done,,, never,,)

maybe ill post the 1xdoe angst i wrote while listening to mitski

Chapter 6: DRAWINGS!!

Summary:

I have not been working on the fic,, BUT UM,, DRAWINGS GUYS DRAWINGS!!

something something basic designs for them ig,, also i forgot the halos but im too fucking lazy to add them.

 

Close up!! Also they have one brown eye and one red eye.. aww shes so innocent!! I sure do hope nothing bad happens to them!! Hahahha!! Hah.

…

 

okay okay so,, i will never EVER drawing the torso that detailed ever again!! Sharp teeth.. 🤤 scars… yes top surgery scars too.. 1x (in this fic) is trans-enby!! Love them,, love them!! Also the clothes look familiar bc its made out of robe.. a robe they had when they were younger.. one like Telamon’s.. also the ends of their hair is black lol,, they cant get rid of it, they tried. Also you can see their heart!!

 

current 1x!! Arent they so jolly!! So happy!! They pissed af!! Also both eyes r red. Hair ends are still black, faint scar where telamon fucking stabbed their eye.. i wonder why nobody has made the connections yet.. 

also their fingertips r black bc its like,, hatred corruption shit,, or something.. past 1x had it before they fully corrupted..

 

ALSO bonus!!! 

shedletskys hallucination of ivy haha oh wow. Theyre jolly.

they taunt shedletsky a lot (as they should)

Notes:

Also,, feel free to ask questions!!
AND if you want,, heh,, make fanart,, (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) (if you want to)

Chapter 7: "Placing The Blame."

Summary:

shedletsky just monologing like an idiot and convincing himself hes not guilty

Notes:

IVE FINALLY FED YOU CHILDREN
IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING I HAD ZERO MOTIVATION
EAT WELL 🥹

IGNORE HOW IT GETS LAZY AT THE END OKAY?

ALSO NEXT CHAPTER PROBABLY POSTED TOMORROW OKAY? OKAY

Shedletsky stared at his reflection silently, nails digging into the porcelain sink, cracking it under his strength. He let out a shuddering breath, hunching in on himself. He can’t do this. He can’t face them. He thought he could face them.

 

He had thought about it over so many times yet it still haunted him. He regretted it, he felt guilty for turning them into a monster. ..did he really? Would he have done it again, just for his benefit?

 

Just so he could become the perfect admin he so wishes to be? The admin who can do no wrong? 

 

Telamon wouldn’t have regretted it. Who was he kidding? It’s Telamon’s fault! It’s not- it’s not like he did it!

 

He changed.

He did.

Didn’t he?

 

He’s no longer Telamon.

He’s Shedletsky.

He didn’t do anything.

 

He had reasons to force his hatred into 1x, it was so he could get better! But it cost them their life, their freedom- their everything. He would do it again, to protect the Robloxians he so cherished.

But Telamon didn’t care about his people. He was greedy, selfish, and young. He’d do anything to feel powerful, to feel above, to make him feel better. A tiny part of him missed the power he had over everyone. He shoved it deep down into the back of his mind but it still lingered, fogged up his mind whenever he thought about the past.

 

The feeling of blood covering him in multiple coats, the scent of iron that made him feel a sense of thrill, too much for one dead body. Too much for two or ten. He was ruthless, blade pointed to anyone who dared to defy him.

 

The Robloxians were scared of him, who wouldn’t? Nobody could beat him, those who dared; beheaded in front of their eyes. He lived off of the fear, the thrill behind the fights. Nobody came close to him in duels.

 

Nobody except him.

 

Builderman, the first to challenge him, the first to be on equal footing with the god. The first to ever beat him. At first, he blamed it on luck. After all, that was the first he’d ever lost. He denied his loss, too proud.

 

Then he found himself curious about Builderman.

And he challenged him to another duel.

Then again.

Duel after fight.

 

Before he knew it, he had grown attached.

How couldn’t he? That was the only person he’s met who could ever beat him.

 

Then one day, Builderman gave the god an ultimatum; Change for the better or death by his hands.

 

He didn’t believe the builder could ever bring himself to kill someone. But he knew the other could if he wanted to. And even a god fears death when it is possible.

 

So he changed.

By change, he means by no longer killing people off permanently. His attitude barely changed, just a tinge nicer.

 

Then there was her.

A friend of Builderman.

 

Brighteyes, as she called herself. She radiated beauty, confidence, even had the gall to challenge him during their first meeting, just like Builderman. 

 

Another one to stand their ground against him. She wasn’t afraid of him, perhaps it was because she knew she’d win, maybe it was because of Builderman. But she beat him.

 

And, somewhere in his dark, hate filled heart, he felt a tinge of something new. Love? Was it? He had never truly felt it before. There was always time for something new. Even for a god.

 

They had grown close, teaching him love.

He had grown attached to the two.

 

So maybe, he could try. Try changing, try to be better. But he had only known violence and hatred. He couldn’t change so easily.

 

So Builderman had given him a suggestion. Create an object with specific properties and store his hatred into that same object. Of course, it won’t permanently keep it away, you can’t erase an emotion forever. 

 

But Telamon didn’t create, didn’t build.

He only destroyed and demolished.

 

And he created a crown. A green domino crown. He would never wear it, he could feel the weight of emotions in the crown. Whoever were to wear it could possess his emotions, his hatred. That could create problems. So he had decided to seal it somewhere in the Banlands, protected by a barrier only he could cross.

 

And alongside the crown, was the child.

 

Fragile. 

Weak. 

A baby. 

 

He had created a baby, by pure accident of course. It had inherited his wings and curly hair. He had no idea where the grey skin and white hair had come from though. He thought of discarding it, as he had no use for a child, nor an heir. Even without his hatred, he felt indifferent to it.

 

But when he had shown Brighteyes, she gushed over it. She begged to keep it, and how could he not? She was asking, and he no longer had hatred and the heart to refuse.

 

He didn’t have a name to give it though, calling it “the baby” or “child”. When Brighteyes pressured him to name it, he gave it a meaningless name, something he would forget sooner or later.

 

1x1x1x1.

 

The baby soon turned into a small child.

 

And that child smiled, beamed with excitement. It was naive. Naive to think Telamon would care about a mistake.

 

And slowly, his hatred regrew, bubbling underneath his surface.

 

1x clung to him, asking and asking. They spoke, an irritating jumble of noises. And bothered him. He wished he could shut it up. He thought ignoring it would make it uninterested and leave. But it stuck around. Like an annoying little pest. It would be so easy to just get rid of it.

 

But he had to think about his now wife, how upset she would be over something as trivial as this. He didn’t understand her. Robloxians and their attachments to useless and meaningless things.

 

The child grew.

And so did his hate.

 

And soon all he felt for the child was hate. He hated how it looked like him in a way. Their golden tipped wings. He didn’t want it to look like him, didn’t want people to notice or recognize.

 

The child was a hassle, always begging. It wanted his attention, it wanted anything he gave them. And soon it figured out he was a swordsman. It wanted to be like him, it wanted to learn. They were impressionable, so gullible. He refused, of course. Teaching it meant spending more time with it. Something he didn’t want.

 

Telamon wasn’t made to be a father. He killed, he hurt, he destroyed.

 

And he will continue to do so.

Even to his own creation.

 

Eventually, he agreed to teach them. If it was truly his creation, it should have acquired his skills. But, of course, it was just a mere child. Weak. Fragile. It couldn’t possibly compare to his power, his skill.

 

And that resulted in an accident.

He hadn’t meant to, just a miscalculation.

 

A broken arm was all. They’d heal. But Brighteyes made a huge deal out of it. He didn’t get it, they’d be fine. It’s not like he killed it. Maybe he should’ve. Maybe this will teach it to stay away from them.

 

But the child still looked up to him, still appreciated the crumbs of attention he’d give it.

 

He didn’t understand it.

Maybe that’s why he could never truly be human.

 

Telamon hated.

And hated.

 

And soon, that hatred boiled over. And he lashed out. Onto 1x1x1x1, or Ivy, what they call themself.

 

That hatred infected their brain, slowly taking it from its owner and into their own brain. It took a toll on their body, weighing them down. Their mind clouded with negative emotions, and soon, the spark inside them vanished.

 

Out like a light.

Their excitement dulled, no longer begging for his attention. They quieted down, drained from everything around them. Their body started to change, not significantly, subtly.

 

But it was still there.

Their fingertips tinted black, their feathers no longer tipped gold, but pitch black darkness. It was like the hatred was affecting their body. That’s strange, is it not?

 

It’s because that hatred isn’t theirs. It corrupts their body like a virus, slowly affecting their body. 

 

This wouldn’t have happened if you took the blame.

Maybe they would still be alive.

Happy.

 

Oh Telamon, how much longer can you deflect?

How long until you’re exposed?

How long until you’re back to step one?

 

An object can only take so much before inevitably breaking.

That same logic applies to people.

And 1x.

Oh, poor thing. It snapped under the pressure, under the fear. Under the hatred.

 

But Telamon doesn’t know how to handle such responsibility.

Instead of consoling them, comforting them like the child they were.

 

He killed them.

Brutally.

 

Both swords stabbed deep into their gut.

Their own swords.

The one he had gifted to them many years ago.

 

Those were probably the only meaningful gift he’d given them.

 

He didn’t even keep their body, just sent it down into the Banlands. He couldn’t handle the guilt, which he convinced himself was just relief and it would go away soon.

 

It never did.

 

Slowly, he realized he no longer felt negative emotions. And assumed he had gotten better. He took on a mortal form, interacting with Robloxians and those alike. That was when he realized. What he had done wasn’t normal, wasn’t healthy nor good.

 

He had set them up for failure and expected perfection in return.

 

How unfair.

How much longer can you pretend?

They’ll know sooner or later.

 

You have to stop IT before IT spills everything.

 

And years passed without much discourse. Life was good, he had a lovely wife, he had a perfect reputation as Shedletsky. Nothing could go wrong!

 

And things went very wrong.

 

1x1x1x1 had broken out. They had somehow broken out of Banlands itself. The biggest revelation was that they were alive. Alive and.. well? 

 

No. They don’t look.. like.. like Ivy at all. Nothing like the sweet child he had grown accustomed to. They were violent, dirty and wrecked.

 

Their immediate reaction was to destroy everything, including people. They screamed and cursed in agony and pain. Pain he caused. They grew themself a worse reputation, causing fear amongst mortals. He had to stop them. He had to take the blame.

 

But fear lingered in the back of his mind.

What if word gets out and all of his hard work vanishes?

What if they’ve been turned into nothing but a wild beast?

 

What if?

 

So Telamon came back, for one last fight with his creation.

His creation that was once nothing like him, now resembles him in their actions.

 

1x1x1x1 had to go. And so did Telamon.

 

A long brutal fight broke out between the two, it destroyed maybe a city or two. But the two were both determined to end it. Right there. Right then.

 

They were both injured, battered and hurt. He could’ve apologized right then and there, tell them it was all his fault, tell them he was sorry. Reassure them that they weren’t the monster they thought they were. Just like a father would.

 

But Telamon wasn’t cut out to be a father.

He never was.

 

He sealed them into the Necrobloxicon, with the cost of his own life.

 

That was what he told the public.

 

Telamon died that day.

Shedletsky lived.

 

Shedletsky lived and continued to. He acted as this perfect admin, tricking everyone but the past. 1x had to take the fall, it was the only way to free himself of his past. But the past never dies, only hidden by lies.

 

That day he saw them, for the first time in years. They avoided him, hovering awkwardly near him. Maybe they wanted something. A long overdue apology.

 

But fear clouded his head.

So he ran and hid like a coward.

 

He never apologized. 

He had the time to. 

He just chose not to.

 

He never had to face them directly. Usually 1x would say something tormenting before killing him. He couldn’t blame them.

 

But outside this bathroom, sat 1x1x1x1 at the dining table. Like they belonged there.

 

That THING doesn’t belong there. 

It belongs back in the dingy place of the killers.

It deserves nothing.

 

He swallowed that thought down. He changed, he promised himself he changed. He promised everyone. He just had to face them. He can do that. He used to be a god. It’s nothing too bad. It’s not some kind of battle.

 

He turned the tap off, wiping his hands on his shorts. His hand paused at the doorknob. With a shaky breath, he opened it, a wide smile quickly replacing his grim expression.

 

“Hey! How’s everyone doing?”

Notes:

2128 words

take this as you want
you can think of him as evil or something i do NOT care lol
notice how he mostly refers to 1x as it? haha!!
notice how he seems to blame telamon instead of himself?

Chapter 8: “Love, a fragile thing.”

Summary:

1xdoe its 1xdoe!!!

I was then fucking shot 57 times.

Notes:

The start was lazzyy as hellll it was rushedd
Also i had rewrite this 5+ times i am unsatisfied okay.

1x sat at the dining room, glaring daggers at the man across the table.

 

They watched as Shedletsky shrank in his seat before brightening up again, acting like nothing was bothering him. Was it that easy to get rid of their existence too?

 

They pried their eyes away from Shedletsky, looking at the.. pizza on their plate.

 

They’d never had pizza before.

 

1x carefully peeled the pizza off the dish, holding it. They hesitantly took a bite, chewing it slowly.

 

It was.. greasy. Flavorful.

 

This.. wasn’t as bad as they thought it’d be. But not good enough to eat straight off the dirty ass floor.

 

Whatever.

 

The minutes blended together, they don’t remember what they were doing until the ticking of the clock snapped out of it.

 

Great.

 

A round is starting.

 

THIS ROUND’S KILLER IS..

John Doe.

 

1x gasped, seriously?! There’s no way, is the Spectre pulling on their leg? If only they could just get rid of that.. thing. How are they supposed to fight him?? How could they ever? They groaned, rubbing their eyes. God, this sucked. This wasn’t fair.

 

Then again, their whole life wasn’t fair. They don’t even know why they’re so surprised. They should be used to this by now.

 

Whatever. 

 

They wondered when they’ll go back to being the killer.

 

…

 

If the Spectre even thinks of doing so.

 

Their fists clenched as they stood up, looking around the map. Their head spun, the lack of sleep catching up to them. Have they always been so weak? Pathetic. So pathetic. Telamon was right. They are pathetic.

 

Weak. Weak, and wrong. And pathetic and useless. How could they even compare?

 

The slight sting of pain in their head interrupted their string of thoughts. They pulled their hands down, realizing they were pulling on their hair.

 

Pathetic. 

 

They had also realized a few minutes had already gone by. They were wasting time. They need to focus.

 

1x glanced at their swords, which laid neatly on the grass. 

 

They checked the stats of everyone, grimacing. Guest was low and Two Time was already dead. They had never bothered to spectate John Doe during his rounds, they didn’t want to see him murder people.

 

Because that wasn’t like the boy they grew up with. John could never hurt a fly.

 

Unlike them.

 

They shook their head and groaned. They sure have to help their new “teammates” soon. Can’t wait! Looking forward to that!

 

They grabbed their swords, inspecting them. Just.. go up there and do whatever they can do and run. They can do this.. yeah..

 

There’s no way John would recognize them.

He couldn’t even recognize them while they were a killer.

 

1x walked out into the open, where two mangled bodies, which they assume are Guest and Two Time. Guest’s body was ripped in two, his guts spilling all over the floor. 

 

Two Time’s body was impaled on a spike and had now collapsed onto the floor. Chance was fumbling with their gun, which had jammed on them. John raised his arm to swipe at them.

 

1x froze for a second, watching as John landed a hit on Chance.

 

That’s not John.

At least not the one they know.

 

John had his usual crooked smile on his face but it felt wrong. It was too wide, hollow and forced. His eyes no longer held that familiar light they were so accustomed to. A shell of the man he was. 

 

He didn’t even laugh, didn’t even say something stupid or witty. He growled, panted like an animal. His movements were wild, uncontrollable.

 

Spectre had turned him into a wild, mindless beast.

 

There’s no way that he’ll recognize them.

Especially when they’re in this form.

 

1x’s feet moved their own as they jumped in between John and Chance, swords blocking John’s arm. They pushed him back, only for him to instantly recover and claw at their arm.

 

They grit their teeth, choking back on a groan. Their grip on the sword faltered as they staggered back. They weren’t used to being weaker than they actually are.

 

That pissed them off. It was bad enough that Spectre had turned them into.. this.. and a survivor. Then immediately putting them in a round against John? They should just end it. Or he should.

 

They wouldn’t mind if he was the one who killed them.

 

They closed their eyes, awaiting for their inevitable demise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

But that never came.

 

They opened one of their eyes to see.. John. Just staring at them. No smile. Just wide eyes that flickered with recognition.

 

There’s no way.

 

“..I..Ivy..?” His voice was strained, like he was forcing himself to talk. Like it hurt to talk. His clawed hand slowly reached up, faltering near their face.

 

They swallowed, hands shaking. How- there’s no way- they’re going crazy. “..John.”

 

His hand moved to gently cup their cheek, they could feel the corruption prick at their skin but that wasn’t what they could focus on. They held their breath, watching John’s expression.

 

He stared at them, eyes wide. Say something. Don’t just stand there- don’t just look at them like that.

 

Just get it over with! Kill them already.

 

Stop remembering. It makes it worse. It makes them feel.. things. Things they don’t want to feel.

 

He’s staring at them like some.. some lost puppy.

John’s always loved dogs.

 

 

…

 

 

Why are they thinking about that now? That’s stupid. They need to focus. 

 

“John.” They whispered again, voice slightly faltering. Said man seemed to perk up when he was called, tilting his head. His hand dropped from their face, now limply hanging by his side.

 

Oh Telamon- how does he look so adorable??

 

Their hand reached up, brushing against his face. He reacted immediately, hand grabbing theirs and placing it against his face. He nuzzled into it. Like.. a pet.

 

What are they doing? He’s a killer and they’re a survivor and- there’s someone watching.

 

Then a high pitched ringing erupted into their ears. Not the kind you get when it gets too quiet.

The kind that makes it feel like your ears are bleeding.

 

1x hunched over, a sharp cry leaving their mouth as they covered their ears. Their vision blurred, glazing over. They felt something. They felt.. It. 

 

Their head snapped up to see John, only to realize that his eyes lacked the warmth that was there before. It wasn’t wild or feral, no. It was cold, calculating.

 

It was the Spectre. And it was.. controlling John.

 

Of course, it ruins everything. It didn’t get the bloodshed it had hoped for, so now it’s mad. Their hand reached for the sword on the floor, their cooldown was already over. So before it could attack, they swung it, a green glow hitting John as chains coiled around it, dragging it down.

 

They had to run. Run. Rununrunrunrunrunrunrunrun- RUN.

 

 

 

So 1x ran, stumbling over their own feet. They had to get out, they had to leave, they can’t stay here. They’re gonna die, not to John, to that bastard of a being.

 

They screamed as a spike impaled their side, leaving them crashing onto the ground with a thud. They shuddered, hand pressing against their side, feebly trying to stop the bleeding. Their other hand pushed themself up, trying to stand but their head ached, a feeling of dizziness weighing them down.

 

Then they felt a hand grab them by their bandana, lifting them up easily. They let out a sharp cry as they felt his spike arm dig into their torso, cutting through flesh. They felt their body grow limp when he began to pull, ripping them in half. The pain was unimaginable, white, hot searing pain that made their mind go blank.

 

They had died before and will die again.

Except in his arms.

Maybe they’re fine with that.

 

They felt their eyes growing heavy, the pain no longer registering. They felt arms gently placing them down onto the grass.

 

John just stared at their body, a trembling claw gently brushing their bloodied hair out of their face.

 

Too gentle.

A memory.

 

---

 

John paced around the park, flowers clutched tightly in his sweaty palms. Today was the day, the day he’d confess to Ivy.

 

He had rehearsed this so many times in his head, he could do this. It’s now or never.

 

He checked his watch.. weird. Ivy’s late. They’re usually never late for their hang outs.

 

Did they find out? Did he get stood up? Do they not like him like that? Did they find him disgusting?

 

No. They’re probably just late! They’ll be here in a few minutes.

 

But they never came.

Maybe something happened!

 

His hands shook as he dialed their number. He pressed it close to his ear, waiting.

 

But they never answered.

They always pick up his calls.

 

He had to find them! They just left without warning- if they’re going to reject him, they can do it to his face.

 

By the time he reached their house, he was sweaty and panting, mind racing with questions.

 

Telamon opened the door after impatient knocks. Telamon. That bastard.

 

“Wh-where’s Ivy?!” He gasped for breath, gesturing wildly.

 

“We don’t know either.” Telamon replied smoothly, too quickly. Too calm. “I thought it’ll be with you. If not, well.. I guess it’s missing.”

 

Missing.

MISSING?!

 

WHY- HOW IS HE SO CALM?! HIS KID IS POSSIBLY MISSING AND-

 

He really doesn’t care.

 

John didn’t argue, deflating in defeat. He could’ve- he should’ve confessed earlier. He had the chance but- he just- he-

 

He waited too late.

 

Now he lost his chance.

 

He’ll never see them again.

 

And they’ll never know.

 

---

 

John stared at their body, trembling uncontrollably as he let out a cry of agony. 

 

At least they didn’t have to see how their death affected him, the way he had brutally rampaged everyone within minutes.

 

They wouldn’t have forgiven themself.

 

 

Not like John will forgive himself either.

Notes:

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OKAY this will look familiar to some people whos read a certain fic but LISTEN
I HAD THIS IDEA FOR MONTHSS I HAD IT PLANNED OUTTUTURGAHAHAHTSGAHH
i didnt copy anyone okay? Okay 🥹

ALSO MY SCHOOL IS STARTING TOMORROW IM SHOOTING MYSELF GOODBYE ✌️✌️ /j

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 8 of some stupid gals works 😱