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1.1
Sword Awaken, his eyes scanned the scene. It wasn’t the map that wasn’t agreed on earlier before Valk and Dom had teleported them. It was a different one, before things were remodeled.
He could feel the wind brushing past his head…
Looking at the reflection of his sword that was in his hand it reflected that he was clearly younger with that stupid looking mohawk on the top of his head.
He looked stupid. Dumb teenager/almost an adult choice type stupid.
Yeah, he does look young, maybe around the time he was barely twenty and still nineteen. His first phight as an official phighter.
Sword felt like hyperventilating because he found himself back on the day of his first phight, this shouldn’t ever be possible. How?
“What the phuck.”
“Language!”
Probably Vinestaff since he doesn’t like swearing much in the first place was yelling from across the map.
“Oi new guy! Watch it!”
Sword swiftly dodged, he had enough skill to dodge his cousin's brutal swings after a long while of phighting him. Ban Hammer was on the opposing side but even he seemed a bit shocked at seeing his kid cousin dodge his attack like that.
“That’s new,” Not anyone really dodged his attacks since the demideitiy was pretty fast but Sword was also a demideitiy and the way he dodged, it was like he knew the attack decently well. He really shouldn’t through but it was brushed off as Sword just having good reflexes.
Ban Hammer shuttered slightly, he just hopes Sword doesn’t play dirty here too like when he was younger. The kid literally aimed right at his jewels and anything on or below the waist line. He had too many close calls during those spars since no proper rules were actually set.
Sword was quick to jump back, creating some distance using his wings to get farther.
Phight now and stop hyperventilating, because he was in a phight right now. And let us just say Ban Hammer was definitely on his toes since a certain red avian swordsman was playing unfair. being a little shit. using tactics that were definitely allowed.
There were no rules of how to phight really. It was just phighting, phight all you want. You’ll respawn after dying in phights after all.
No one was safe from Sword.
Valk and Dom on the other hand had fun making jabs and narrating it. Without a doubt it was the best and funniest phight the two had ever hosted.
Ten out of ten would do it again.
***
After a while of readjusting after being sent to the past things were a bit strange? Well it kinda hurted when people you knew after so many phights don’t really recognize you or even know you that well anymore.
When Sword’s head hit the head of his old apartment, he knocked out. He was so dang tired.
Trying to rebuild bonds with and just practice in general. Too bad he didn’t have his helmet anymore so there was no shadow to hide half of his face.
So he opted for a hooded cape after a few days. It got him a few looks from his mentor.
When he awoke once more, he found himself back.
Back to his first phight once more.
It shattered his heart. He had to start over again.
Steadying himself with a deep breath before joining his fellow teammates and helping them in this phight.
It was okay, Sword can start over once more to just try and help others. Sword would soon find a way out of this like those heroes in a fairytale even if he didn’t believe in that type of stuff.
Sword can do this, he was strong. He was Vemonshank’s ward after all.
1.2
Sword blinked his eyes open, he was met with the familiar yet repetitive scene of his first phight.
His movements were robotic yet deadly even though he wasn’t putting his effort into this and he wasn’t really there. It had simply just become routine at this point.
Although he had noticed a certain pink phighter's strange behavior. She seemed confused.
Sword didn’t want to think of the possibilities but out of everyone, why the phuck did it have to be Subspace? Out of everyone, why did it have to be her???
But Sword wasn’t gonna jump the boat here yet.
***
A few loops passed by from Sword’s knowledge, her reaction was consistent for three-four more loops.
Confused, dazed, shocked.
Phuck he even saw Subspace juking, tossing a few throws here and there, and just yeeted her crystals at the other phighter’s faces.
Admittedly it was pretty funny though. She stunned Coil by throwing a punch similar like his right back at him.
Enough was enough though, he had to confront Subspace.
“You too?”
“What?”
The words were vague and Subspace just thought Sword was being weird.
“Has time been looping for you too?” Sword asked quietly, he was lucky enough to even be able to talk to Subspace in private.
“W-wait a min! So I wasn’t going craze se or in sum- sum stupid coma because one of my experiments exploded in my face?!” Sword blinked, what the phuck was this guy doing before getting stuck in this loop?
“What?” It was blunt, straight to the point just pure, what the phuck without even saying it.
Sword knew this guy is Blackrock’s crazy scientist and she had a few loose screws and stuff but holy phucking Illumina. What in the Inpherno was this guy doing. Sword thought Subspace would have been smarter than to have her face too close to an experiment but then this guy, this guy doesn’t really follow the damn rules.
What the hell did he even expect?
“So are you looping too or not?” Sword questioned, Subspace nodded.
“I think about three-four times now,” Subspace admitted.
“Phuck,” The swordsman said almost breathlessly, disappointed but not at Subspace but because he didn’t try to reach out when he saw the strange behavior that Subspace had shown that differed from her past self.
“So what now?”
“I say phuck it and go ham.”
“What?”
“Nevermind but next loop come find me-”
1.3
“Sword where did you-”
“Stole it from Scythe last loop also we got extra inventory now so our stuff don’t go bye bye when we loop!”
Subspace’s singular eye twitched.
“:D”
“Sword, how are you even doing that?” Subspace questioned what kind of strange, eldritch, unholy sound just came out of Sword that shouldn’t even be remotely possible like that.
“Colon Captainized D”
Subspace couldn’t tell what was worse but she let Sword go gun crazy on the other phighters though.
1.4
“YOU CAN’T GET MEE!!!”
“Is he okay?” Medkit asked an unamused, not even shocked Subspace who wasn’t even bothering him.
“No,” Subspace answered bluntly, she was starting to feel second hand embarrassment now.
Slowly yet steadily Subspace was inching away from the battlefield where Sword had stolen Boombox’s gear and started taunting the opposing team. She was not getting involved in whatever bull this was.
And Medkit watched, his sworn enemy had a limit and who knew that the kid he saw as a little brother was this daring and fearless.
1.5
Subspace had to stop herself from physically gagging.
She had been sent back farther this loop than usual. She hated it, Medkit had just stabbed her in the back and she could feel the injury.
It hurt her more than just a physical wound.
“Phuck, Sword isn’t even in the Crossroads yet.”
Which means this was gonna be a long ride. She silently took out the feather earring Sword had made using his own feathers from her inventory and clutched it.
In response it pulsed. Warm and gentle, almost comforting in a way.
At least she had the feather with him for comfort. That stupid kid.
1.6
“Subspace Treepe Mine,” a giggling Sword was laughing at this loop variant. It was without a doubt a horrible loop. Her middle name was Treepe basically tree pee what it sounded like. Which also sounded like trippy which did not make the situation better.
It was very inconvenient and ridiculous.
Luckily it was abbreviated to Subspace T. Mine.
Sword wasn’t gonna let this go.
1.7
Somebody was watching her. Subspace couldn’t help but glance back, her paranoia growing.
Both Sword and Subspace figured out this ping thing just a few loops. It was this mental sound in their head projecting, a silent way of telling the other that they are awake and only they could hear it.
Subspace received this ping a while ago from Sword so she also gave him her own ping back.
Yet she couldn’t find him. It was around the time where he joined yet Sword had yet to even join the phights. Yet strangely enough when Subspace asked Medkit about Sword he just gave her a weird look. Like she went past insane.
Medkit apparently did not remember or even know someone called Sword.
It was strange, they were brothers after all. This loop variant was really different from what she remembered from the baseline.
Sword and Medkit not being brothers was just unusual also, Subspace couldn’t find Sword anywhere either. But she knew he was here in this loop with her.
***
“Sword.”
“Yes?”
“Why is there a cult for you?”
“So yeah, apparently it’s not a cult and an actual religion, because it appears I’m the god here and I was the one who made the Inpherno.”
“What?”
“Ehe~”
“DON’T YOU EHE ME!”