WIP telamon & 1x angst👀👅lelele

by telalalemon

Summary:

I CANT ADD CUSTOM TAGS FUCK MY STUOUD CHUD LIFE

also author hasnt wrote anything in a year or so,,,and like this might be OOC and bad cause my dumbassis tired from highschool so bear w me..💔
haha chickenburger and poisonivy areonly implied #fml

Notes:

if any of my oomfs recognize this pls dont call me out. gue malu bgt nanti,,,🙏

also hwo the hell do u italicize the writing while using phone..☹️☹️

the creation process of 1x1x1x1 was not a sight to see.

it wasnt pretty, nor bearable to witness within the eyes of a normal robloxian—far from it. those wretched, grotesque gags that came out of the sfoth gods mouth as golden blood seeped out of his back, staining his seraphim-like wings in a disgusting manner. the aftermath was like an untouched crimscene of 8 months, it was Telamon's creation of hatred that was left there after all. Telamon didnt need pitiful emotions of sinful rage that boils over when poked around too much. Telamon is the leading championship of SFOTH—the one who is undefeated. He will forever reign as a superior admin, working alongside Builderman and Roblox. After all, they were the first to create such paradise named Robloxia. as a god, Telamon will not take impurity and restlessness as a factor to becoming one as glorious as who he is.

Telamon was born a god and will die a well known and glorified death than the rest.

...it would be an embarrassingly pitiful sight to see a once well feared god-like admin—who terrorized exploiters and hackers alike to banlands and beyond. Telamons hunger for control and power knew no bounds—to fall beyond grace, the title that was once bestowed upon him centuries before 1x1x1x1 existed.

Telamon calmly walked up towards the now wheezing and shaking creation from where his presence last stood. He looked down on them in disdain, almost showing a hint of regret flicker in his warm amber eyes.

the once overly cocky god now stood in place, eyeing with sharpness none has even lived to see come from the very god theyve worshipped.

He slowly stares up and down at the youngling.

"... Telamon wishes for your willingness to comply." a voice rattles out, startling the already beyond terrified child(?) to death. They nod frantically, hoping to not anger the god further as they stand up on shaky knees.

"You and I will begin our sparring soon. Best prepare yourself, 1x1x1x1."

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the sparring was so, so fucking brutal.

okay cliffhanger im too lazy lalalal