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1x1x1x1 woke up on a hard wooden floor. The first things they realized is, one, they are definitely not in the banlands anymore. Everything in the banlands is untextured, two, their back hurts. Sleeping on the ground doesn't particularly feel comfortable, after all. She can't help but feel a hint of confusion before it's completely swallowed by hatred.
Hatred was truly an overwhelming feeling, especially when it comes from a God's own hatred. This type of hatred feels like suffocation. His body begs for the hatred to be let out on something. He wants to choke something, to tear it to shreds, to-
He heard some sort of ... giggling from under the floorboard, it sounded childish. This managed to tear him out of his gruesome thoughts. He lifted himself into a sitting position, his back ached. He must've slept there for hours on the floor. This must be some building with more than one floor, unless she imagined the noise. Both of those scenarios sound equally as possible.
He was in a room, a rather dark one at that. There was a window however, making it possible to barely light up the room. There was a bed (would've been nice if they were actually laying on it), a door, a drawer, two swords next to the drawer, and... a crown they long forgot about sitting on the drawer. They stood up, despite their body protesting. The crown was really tempting to put on. He grabs the crown. It's as pristine as ever, if she just saw this crown for the first time in her life, she'd genuinely think it was made hours ago. Even though he could only feel hate, he couldn't lie about feeling satisfaction upon putting on the crown.
She stared at the door. She really wasn't in the mood to see whatever may be outside of it. It wasn't fear stopping her, but rather, the possibility of running into someone. He does not want to talk to anyone. Then again, he never wants to talk to anyone. He's going to still feel like this if he exits now or if he exits in a year.
Whatever. It's not worth sitting inside this cooped up room. Whoever dragged him here will be ripped into bloody pieces.
With hesitation, he walks up to the door. He puts his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly. The first thing he noticed is that he's in a hallway. It's cold, he hates the cold. (They hate everything.) The hallway was dark as well, however, the was a small chandelier on the ceiling. It flickered every few moments, but the light barely even reached the door to her room, which is just two doors away. Unsurprisingly, there's cobwebs on the walls; dust is everywhere. If anyone lives here, they do not care about living is a robloxiane way. They doubt that anyone lives here though, and the laughing they heard earlier is increasingly questionable.
The hallway was filled with quite a few doors, many of them barricaded. A few had names written on the barricades, but they look completely worn. All of the worn down names do deeper into the hallway. One faded name is just barely readable; it says "Noli". Next to Noli- this one is even harder to make out- says "Guest 666". The last one that was barely readable says "Azure". The other names are completely faded, 1x1x1x1 would have to really squint at the names for 20 minutes to figure them out.
They look at their door, they couldn't help but wonder if anything was written on it. On it was completely fresh paint, written "1x1x1x1". This made their hate stir up a bit. Rhetorical waves of hatred started forming in the.... mostly relaxed sea. They were willingly kidnapped. Well, that was obvious- but whoever kidnapped them knew who they were.
They walk back into the room, grabbing the two swords. What a pathetic thing the abductor must've been, to leave swords with a god-like being.
They start walking down the hallway, glancing at the other doors with names. Each name was freshly written on it as well, "C00lkidd", "Bluudud", "Pr3ttyPrincess", "Mafioso", "John Doe", and "Slasher". (Slasher looks like it was written on top of another name..? They didnt have enough time to read said name however, he didn't read whatever name it was.) He quickly stomped down some stairs... to see two odd looking people.
One had some sort of mask with ripped up clothing. And, was that a book with a knife stabbed through it on their body?
The other one looked... beyond weird. Corrupted, even. They were a pale yellow, as well as their shirt, except it wasn't pale. They had blue pants. Also, their right arm was completely missing, replaced with a large black spike of some sort.
1x1x1x1 immediately readied themselves for combat. "You two," Her voice is condescending. "Who the heck are you guys? Did you two trap me here?!"
They looked at eachother, then back at 1x1x1x1. They were dead silent.
"ANSWER ME."