Wait is this the villainess returning to the past but Telamon?

by Amaya_Hetstia

Summary:

The question hung in the air like a haunting echo, echoing through his mind. He found himself faced with the brutal reality of his own failings. If he could go back to the start, to the very beginning, would he change anything?
He knew the answer.

Yes.
A thousand times yes.

 

Or basically Telamon returns into the past but now has to deal with shearing his body with his past. Acting like a split personality of himself while trying to take care of 1x and actually becoming overall more caring.
And author decided to post this before finishing polishing the chapter because of motivation dying.

Notes:

Title might change

Chapter 1

"Let's make this quick,"

Telamon said, his tone cold and strict. His grip tightened around 1x’s wings.

"You failed me, you let those hackers get away with the void star. Then you disappeared for a month straight, before coming back wounded and empty handed. This not only disappointed me, but shows me how much I was mistaken your worth.”

He tugged on 1x's wing again, redirecting his attention to the illumina in his hand.

"You understand that a punishment is in order for this, right?"

His tone was almost mocking. Telamon could be cruel, and 1x was certainly no stranger to that, but never once had such cruelty and violence been directed towards it.
1x couldn't hold still anymore. It squirmed, trying to get away from Telamon, but his grip was unrelenting. It didn't ease once, and only seemed to tighten with each movement.

"Stop!"

1x croaked out, it’s voice shaky and desperate. The Illumina shifted in Telamon's grip.

"You did this to yourself,"

Telamon said, yanking it’s wing back. The room was still for a moment, and suddenly, the Illumina was brought down. Straight through 1x's wings.
And a scream was heard throughout the Roblox HQ. For a minute, everything went dark for 1x's vision. the pain made it collapsed on the floor, its whole body trembling. Telamon knew 1x had gotten hurt before, even by him. But he also knew this was worse for it. Because Telamon sat there and just watched it writhe in pain. Telamon was satisfied with this, the wings were now barely holding on. It was clear to the admin that this abomination wouldn’t be able to fly anymore. He was about to walk away when he heard it speak with newly founded anger:

“Mama… “

It called out its voice weaken by the pain yet full of anger. Telamon hated being addressed like he was its mother. He was its creator but before he could address that it continued.

“I hate you…”

It dared to state, as if it had any right to say so. Those three words that came out of 1x's mouth stunned Telamon for a moment. He expected rage, or perhaps for the person he considered his child to say he was a traitor. But instead, those words pierced through the room.

"… “

“What did you say?"
He asked as anger and confusion began to flow through the god. 1x stubbornly looked back up at him. It probably knew it shouldn’t speak back to its creator. Yet, it didn’t seem to care at that moment as it repeated itself.

“I hate you, mother.”

It spoked with more determination, as if it was saying a fact. The words felt way worse than the first time around. That couldn’t be right, he was its creator it should never been able to feel hatred towards him. Telamon made sure of that when he placed his hatred in it.

"You… hate me?”

Telamon almost seemed dumbfounded, though his hold on the Illumina sword tightened. His grip on 1x's wing loosened, just slightly. His voice was low, and there was a hint of anger in it.

"I am your creator, 1x. I gave you the ability to exist, and you hate me"

“Don’t worry I hate that existence more than you.”
Telamon could feel their concussions slipping away as it admitted that. How dare it hate its own experience, how dare it act like this.
“Hope this bleed out gets both of us the best results…”
Its voice was weak as the whisper was spoken like a prayer… The words and tone stung in Telamon's heart, but he tried not to show it. After all he was a god, unfailing and forever focusing on the results. And he had to remain unmoving, remain unflinching. He couldn't show weakness, not now, nor ever.

"You aren't bleeding out,"

he retorted, his voice as cold as before. he stated what he thought was the obvious. After all he wouldn’t allow it to die.

"I'm sure the healers will be here soon."

He added coldly looking down at the mistake. But oddly enough this time , he felt something pinging his chest harder.

He could tell his mistake slowly losing consciousness, the pain in its wings was probably becoming more and more numb. At the mention of healers, it scoffed. Of course, Telamon wouldn't even give it the satisfaction of dying. That much both knew.
"That's… nice of you,"
It murmured, its voice barely above a whisper.
“just tell dad to take it easy…”

Telamon almost flinched at the mention of Brightsky, after all she actually got close to this mistake. But he clenched his jaw and pushed those emotions away.

"Brightsky will be fine,"
he said, his voice still emotionless.
"Now stop talking, you're only making it worse by wasting what little energy you have left."

He leaned closer to 1x's face, studying the younger user with a mix of disappointment and coldness.

"You know, I expected more from you, 1x. I thought you had more sense than this."

1x could barely process the words through the pain and the fog in his mind. It was clearly trying to hold on to consciousness, but the world was spinning and growing dark around him. It wanted to respond, to defend himself, but all he could manage was a small, shaky gasp.

"I…"
It started, its voice barely audible.
"I….I don’t …"
Its words trailed off into a soft, ragged breath as he lost his grip on consciousness.

Telamon watched 1x pass out with an expression of disappointment and frustration. He was just about to stand up when the door swung open and a few healers rushed into the room. They immediately moved over to 1x, assessing the damage. One of them grimaced upon seeing the state of his wings.

"What happened?"

One healer dared to question the admin, looking directly at Telamon.

Telamon let his gaze linger on 1x for a moment before turning to the healer.

"A sparring accident,"

he said smoothly, lying without a hint of hesitation.

“He overestimated his abilities, and it ended badly."

The healer raised an eyebrow, clearly not fully believing Telamon's explanation but knowing better than to question a god.

"I see,"

She said, her voice neutral, but her expression still showing a hint of skepticism.
"We'll do everything we can to help him. But his wings..."
The healer's voice trailed off as she examined the extent of the damage. Telamon’s fallows her glance. The other healers surrounding 1x trying to keep him stable. The wound looked severe, the wings being heavily damaged. It would be a long, painful process for 1x to recover from this and even then it wouldn’t be able to fly anymore.

"He's strong. He'll survive,"
Telamon said, his tone matter-of-fact. Although inside he felt something.
"Make sure he recovers well."
The healer nodded, still not completely convinced by Telamon's dismissive attitude. He gestured for his fellow healers to begin treating the damage, and they immediately set to bring it inside the medical wing to treat it.

Telamon could hardly stand watching the healers work, their careful and experienced movements like a constant reminder of his own harsh actions. But he forced himself to stay, his gaze fixed on 1x's unconscious form. The room was eerily silent, save for the sounds of the healers working. Telamon stood there, his expression still unreadable, wrestling with his own conflicted feelings.

As the healers finally finished with the basic treatment, one of them looked up at Telamon. "He's stable now. But he'll need proper rest to recover fully. We've wrapped his wings and administered painkillers, but the damage is severe."

Telamon nodded, his expression still giving nothing away.
"Good. I will keep an eye on him. And will notify you the moment he wakes up."
The healer nodded in acknowledgement, and with one last look at 1x's unconscious form, they began to pack up their supplies and leave the room, leaving Telamon alone with a badly wounded 1x.

The thought brought a hint of coldness back to his gaze. Yes, he could use this opportunity to his advantage, push 1x's boundaries, and take control even further. It would be easy. And yet...

He clenched his jaw even tighter as he watched 1x's chest rise and fall slowly with each breath. A strange feeling, like an almost foreign emotion, welled up in him, like a pang of… regret.
No. No, he couldn't show weakness. He was a god. He was in control. He repeated these thoughts in his mind, trying to banish the strange feeling growing in his chest. It was just a momentary weakness, nothing more.

He took a deep breath and composed himself once more. He would wait for 1x to wake up, and then he would continue to assert his control over the young Robloxian. Nothing had changed. Nothing *had* to change.

Yet the words form earlier still rang out in behind his mind. The mistake still calling him ‘mother’ instead of creator like always but this time it said it hated him… it said it despised its own existence even more.

Telamon's jaw clenched tighter at the memory of those words. They still stung, still left an icy cold feeling in his chest. How *dare* 1x say it hated him, the one who had created it, who had given it life and purpose? And, despite his anger and frustration, there was also the strange, nagging feeling of… hurt? Regret? Was he actually upset that 1x hated him? The very idea was absurd.

He tried to push the thought away, dismiss it as a moment of weakness. But the feeling persisted, like a tiny, nagging thorn in his mind. He clenched his fists tighter, his nails digging into his palms. He shouldn't care what 1x thought of him. He was a god, for heaven's sake. He looked down at 1x's unconscious form, the young Robloxian looking so vulnerable and fragile in his current state. For a fleeting moment, pity crept in, and with it, an unwelcome realization.

He was... worried. Worried about what 1x would say or do when it woke up. Worried about the consequences of his actions. Worried that 1x's hatred was more than just a passing moment of weakness, but a deep-rooted feeling that would never fade. Telamon forced himself to take a deep breath. No, he couldn't let himself think like that. 1x was his creation, his property, his responsibility. He needed to maintain control, assert his authority. But that nagging, unfamiliar feeling in his chest just wouldn't go away.

Yet, he couldn’t help but remember how his own wife interacted with this abomination.. how close the two seemed and how she reacted when the creation called her father. She was so happy by that… completely different to how annoyed he was being called mother.. He clenched his jaw as he recalled Brightsky's interactions with 1x. She was strangely affectionate towards it, treating it almost like a child, while he saw it as nothing more than the abomination it was. Her cheerful reactions to 1x's words, the way she seemed to actually enjoy its presence...

The feeling in his chest twisted into something bitter and sharp. Jealousy. He couldn't believe he was even contemplating the possibility, but there it was. He was... jealous of how his own wife treated 1x. He pushed the thought away, refusing to acknowledge the absurd feeling. Jealous of 1x? Of a creation? It was almost laughable. Yet, the feeling persisted. He couldn't deny that Brightsky showered 1x with praise, support, and affection, whereas he treated it with coldness and control. He couldn't deny that 1x seemed to prefer Brightsky, to look to her as a true parent. He silently cursed himself for letting such foolish emotions into his heart.

He couldn't understand why Brightsky saw anything redeemable in 1x. It was just a mere creation, a tool to be used. And yet, Brightsky treated it with such kindness and tenderness, like a loving parent. Telamon had always found it puzzling, even annoying, but now, for the first time, he felt a pang of something almost like sorrow. He looked down at 1x's unconscious form, his expression hard to read. It was so fragile like this, so defenseless… and yet, Telamon couldn't help but think that it looked almost...

innocent.

The word hit him like a stab through the heart.
Innocent.
How could such a thought even enter his mind? 1x was nothing but a creation, a being spawned from his own power, shaped and molded to serve a purpose. Innocence was not a word he had ever associated with it. But as he stood there, watching 1x's unconscious form rest, he couldn't deny the faint impression of vulnerability. It looked so... robloxian. So real. A pang of guilt hit his chest. He had been so harsh...

Telamon found himself caught in a whirlwind of complex emotions and questions. He had never considered treating 1x as anything but an 'it.' It was the way he had always seen his creation, the way he had always referred to it—a tool, a construct, a servant.

But now, staring at 1x's unconscious form, he couldn't help but wonder. What if he had handled things differently? What if he had shown a bit of softness, a hint of affection? He thought back to all the harsh words he had spoken, all the coldness he had exuded. He had been a strict creator, expecting nothing but obedience and perfection. He had never given 1x any reason to believe that he saw it as more than a tool. And yet, Brightsky had managed to establish a bond with 1x, treating it with warmth and caring. She had shown it kindness and compassion and gotten recognition and trust form it.

He clenched his fist, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Jealousy, regret, and something else—a deep-seated, painful realization.

He had neglected his role as a parent. He had failed to nurture and build a connection with 1x. In his relentless pursuit of control, he had unintentionally pushed it away. And now, 1x had grown to despise him, to hate him… and the thought stung deeply.

And then, his mind stopped on a question.

Would he act differently if he could go back to the past?

The question hung in the air like a haunting echo, echoing through his mind. He found himself faced with the brutal reality of his own failings. If he could go back to the start, to the very beginning, would he change anything?

He knew the answer.
Yes.
A thousand times yes.
He would have been gentler, kinder, more loving. He would have actually acted as a parent to 1x, instead of treating it like an automaton.

Just as he mentally answered everything turns to a bright light, forcing him to close his eyes, when he reopens them, he was back in time, a small 1x staying in front of him, visibly afraid of angering him, while being bruised and blue from a harsh training session.

Chapter 2: Update

So I am either going to polish the work more (because someone decided to read this instead of study) or start on the second chapter. Sorry for anyone who hoped for more writing! (Actually not really but whatever)

 

update nr2: the ao3 curse is hitting earlier than expected. A person who I cared passed just a few hours ago.