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The small green blades gently twitch, rising from the position it has been bent oh so carefully while a pair of running feet is heard.
Childish giggles ring out from the fields as two yellow robloxians sit out under a tree, snacking on small portions of their meal while watching their young frolic, having to call her back once she strayed too far.
The child giddily stares to the sky, now staring as her eyes follow the clouds slowly moving by in no rush.
A small gust of wind gets a small lash stuck in her eye, causing them to shut it and try their best to get it out.
It was always about the smaller moments.
Minutes go by aa she finally gets the stuck lash out, now wandering far off into the distance without either of her caretakers noticing.
As she wanders, she spots a beautiful blue butterfly, staring at it in wonder. As she took one small step, the small creature suddenly fluttered its wings and took off into the woods in a panic, the small robloxian softly gasping and going to follow.
Minutes go by, the purple haired lady finally noticing something up.
“John?” The woman asked.
“Yes, my lovely lovely gal?” Shedletsky responds in a cheery and sing-songy manner, earning a playful sigh from his wife before she returns back to her genuinity.
“Where’s 1x?”
“..oh.”
“…Shed.”
“..I’ll be right back.”

+—+

The trees rustle softly as animal life moves within, accompanied by the gentle gusts of wind passing through the forest. The toddler hums a familiar tune that her parents sung to her ever since she could remember.
As she drew farther away, a fragrant yet slightly spicy scent stings at her nostrils, causing her to wince before following the latter.
Soon does she stop at a sudden patch of hyacinths.
All blossoming beautifully under the streaks of light, almost as if welcoming the newcomer to come and join them under the sun’s kisses.
And into temptation she gave, now sitting in the middle of it all while the giant beaming star gently caressed the young’s face, as if protecting the other.
She sits there, in a trance while the flowers dance softly, tickling the little robloxian accidentally.
She feels something.
Opening her eye does she spot something magnificent.
A blue Morpho.
She’s seen some before.
The ugly brown always hid the stunning blue.
Thank goodness she could catch the latter before it fluttered its wings and.. began flying towards her.
As if she understood, the youngling sat as frozen as a rock. And down the butterfly went, landing carefully on her head.
She sat still, eyes filled with wonder as they sparkled in the daylight before carefully closing them, feeling at ease once more while her wings relax. Peace.
Peace from the burning feeling of something negative.
From something she’s made of.

+—+

“1X!” Shedletsky calls out, the wings on his head and back ruffled in distress of his lost child. He scratches his frizzy and curly hair, picking out a few pieces of lint and a scab before continuing on his path.
First he checks the trees. She always liked climbing up these things to people watch or be alone.
Nothing was there, unfortunately for him.
Next he checks a pond. He remembers when she splashed in there and got the cold, such a easy to sicken child, she is.
Yet no young robloxian stands or floats.
“Oh my 2, where is she- 1X!! 1X4 COME HERE RIGHT NOW!” He shouts out into the forest, his guts twisting in worry. The forest is too crowded to fly up without getting stuck in branches.
And then he hears it.
A giggle.
He looks around, narrowing his eyes as he freezes in place, the wings on his hand slightly raising in caution.
Another giggle. Ah, seems he just has to follow her sounds then. Quietly does he follow the small giggles and incoherent singing.
At last does he find her.
Sitting in a field of purple and blue Hyacinths.
..he hopes it isn’t what he thinks it is.
“1x!” “Huh?” The child turns her head to where she heard her father call her name. Once spotted does she smile, wings fluttering as she waved to Shedletsky. Shed meanwhile nervously looks around in caution before entering the field as well, startling the Blue Morphos and having them flutter away.
“Dad! Dad yu scare dem.” 1x whines, frowning as she watches them take off. Shedletsky sighs before patting her back. “It’s okay, you’ll be able to see them again soon.” “Do you promise?” “..weellll-“ “..papaaaa.” She frowns harder, now having a more saddened look on her face. Shed recoils slightly, now feeling the tiniest bit of guilt.
With a sigh does he grunt and pick her up, holding 1x close to him. “I promise, I promise.. don’t worry. We’ll try to go to the next bug fair, okay?” 1x blinks, then smiles before nodding and wrapping her small blocky arms around his “neck” as a hug. “Yay!!”
Shedletsky smiles, giving his daughter a small nuzzle with a soft expression before walking out of the field of Hyacinths, humming.
“Also- don’t wander off again! Something might happen to you if we aren’t there!” “Buwt im okaay!” “You won’t be when mama talks to you.” “Oh. Aw.” Shedletsky chuckles at this, his wings stretching while his feathers shudder. “Don’t worry, papa’s gonna try to calm her down.”
1x hugs closer to his chest, making small chirps.
Thank god nobody was there.
..as far as he saw.
He wishes he could’ve seen sooner.

+—+

..huh.
Who new a god would be as foolish as to roam on their lands.
Nonetheless, his child.
RSPX watches the two leave the sacred grounds of their church, the white star implanted on the back of the tree to ward off the Sinners.
These two have tainted their future leader’s lands.
Their church’s lands.
Father’s lands.
Noli’s lands.
Sinners serve no place in this world. It’s unfortunate just how many there are, though.

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BAM!
another unanchored house fallen to the ground, the girlfriend and her boyfriend being able to make it out. They both tremble until the girl cries, all her investment into the house now having been wasted.
And yet in the distance do two hackers celebrate. With a ‘cheers’ do they “clink” their cups of soda together before drinking, the masked individual giggling and gently shoving the other in a playful manner. They sit on a roof, unable to be spotted by fellow robloxians from below.
“Yet another job well done! Thanks to little ol’ me.” The man with the burger hat flaunts with a mischievous grin, swirling the soda from the cup as if it were an exquisite drink. A mock offended gasp sounds from his partner in crime, frowning in a joking manner. “Well excuse you! Who was the one who saved your ass from getting sent to the ban lands just hours before?”
The burger wearer strokes his chin thoughtfully, glancing up to the sky as his pink tinted lenses gleam.
“Hmm.. and when did that happe- ACK-“ A now empty cup is thrown at him, the purple hued robloxian glaring daggers. The other one on the other hand grins and snickers, holding a hand up to his mouth to prevent his giggling fit.
“Okay, okay! Calm it, Noli. You wouldn’t hit your future husband now, would you?” “Hm..” the masked one hums in mock thought before sighing. “I suppose that’s for when we’re married only. How unfortunate. Don’t worry, dear ol’ 7. I’ll be saving the best weapons for when our marriage comes.”
The two stare at each other for a moment, unblinking.
And then a snort sounds from Noli.
That one snort is all it took for laughter to erupt from the both of them, their breaths being hard to catch as tears well from their eyes. Man that would sting if Noli’s head didn’t recover from all those years ago. Slowly does their moment of breathtaking laughter die down until it just went to hiccups and tired snickers. Both sigh as they glance to one another, face deep in hue from the joyful fit they had earlier.
After a moment from gazing into each other’s eyes does the one with glasses extend his hand, softly smiling.
“I suppose it’s time for us to get back home before one of the admins find us here, yeah?”
A bit taken aback does Noli freeze for a split second, then hesitantly do they take the other’s hand, nodding with a soft smile and chuckle.
“I suppose so.. you’re cooking dinner tonight, by the way.” “Aw, I thought Burger King would be good enough.” Noli rolls his eye seemingly before giving him a soft kiss to the cheek.
“Whatever, 7.”
007n7 smiles warmly at the contact of Noli’s lips to his cheek, face turning a bit pink. A little bit later does he summon his panel, typing in the commands while the two hold hands still. They are then teleported back inside their “lair”; that lair being a warm home with the small coder desk and shared bed.
The masked being goes to let go and trot off to the bedroom. Then for a split second stops before looking back over their shoulder. “By the way, we’re out of patties. If you could go pick some up in a bit then that’d be lovely.”
07 scoffs dramatically, rolling his eyes in a playful way. “I knew that kiss meant something.” A snicker sounds from Noli before he walks off once more, a door from their room now heard closing.
The guest door remains open.
..hm. Still haven’t figured out what to do with it yet. With a sigh does 007n7 go to open the fridge, cool air hitting his face while he digs out the ingredients for tonight’s dinner: burgers. Yes, they did go to Burger King earlier, but it was mainly to just hijack the soda dispensers. And to unanchor the place- but that’s besides the point.
Huh, no patties. Guess he does-
A knock sounds at the door, causing him to stop his motions for a second before turning to the door. Who would.. hm. With an annoyed grunt does he shut the fridge and head over, summoning his c00lGUI (Noli always disliked that name.)
Hesitantly does he crack open the door, peeking out in case any admins were there.
Only to find nothing.
With a sigh does he frown and roll his eyes, going to open the door wider before heading to close it- stopping midway once he hears a coo.
And it sounded close too.
Looking down does he see a basket, which has a blanket inside.
And under that blanket lays a red.. baby.
He stares, confused.
And then goes to close the door.
..before opening it again and taking the baby-filled basket.
And THEN shuts the door.
In a panic does he sprint to the living room, setting the baby basket down as he sits besides it and grasps his burger hat in an attempt to make sense of the situation.

+—+

“What the hell.. who would leave something like this at our door??” He frowns before rubbing his face with a groan. “7, what’s going on?” Noli yawns as he opens the door, partially upset that his short nap has been interrupted. 007n7 turns his head to look at them, then gestures to the basket he resides besides. Noli tilts his head, confused, until he hears it; a baby’s whine.
He stands there, surprised before rushing over and tightening the elegant robe he wears as he crouches down and peers in, now spotting the red child. They stare for a moment, glancing to his love, then back to the baby before going to carefully lift it up- a paper fluttering down that laid on him.
“D’aww, look at it! Look- look at him! Isn’t he just adora-“ “Wait, wait.” 7n7 raises his hand, picking up the paper with a confused expression before readjusting his glasses. With a hum does he read the paper.
‘Hello.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t bring ourselves to execute him.
Please do it; he’s cursed. 1x spawn from the ancient 1x itself.
You two are the very few strongest hackers we know of, we believe you can pull it off.
Kindly, your admirers.’
..yeesh. He stares at the paper, stomach slightly churning while he grimaces. Sure, he was cruel, hell, he and his partner ARE cruel. But they still have lines they would never cross: this being one of them.
Noli looks over to 007n7 and tilts his head, holding the baby close as it giggles and nuzzles into their chest. “Is something wrong? What’s that say?” 7n7 blinks to Noli, then glances to the paper before shaking his head and crumpling it, tossing it aside. “Nothing, nothing. So.. what do we do with him now?” “Hmm..” Noli clicks his tongue in thought, glancing to the red pill baby as he offers his free hand for the other to play with.
“..well the Paradise Adoption center isn’t really.. all that good- and the Adopt Me center only has people going for those animals, so I suppose we just.” “Just what.” “…” “Noli.. no.” “..” “Noli. We cannot raise a baby.” “But look at him!”
He gestures to the baby, who babbles excitedly while gently chewing Noli’s blocky hand. 7n7 rubs his face tiredly, glasses sliding down. “But what about everything else we’re doing? We don’t even have the right equipment for raising a kid!” “Well then get to shopping. I’ll- buy the essentials and you’ll get the toys.” “Wouldn’t people think of it as weird on how two of the most well known hackers are suddenly buying baby stuff?” “You worry too much. Just- go buy some baby food. I’ll stay home for tonight, aaand tomorrow I’ll go out and buy some other stuff.” “..mmmh. Fine.” “Thank you, 7.”
Noli softly smiles and scoots a bit closer, the other looking away. The masked robloxian then rests his head on the latter’s, humming softly while the baby whines. And then gives the other a reassuring nudge and peck on the cheek. “Everything will be fine, n7.. we’re in this together.” 007n7 glances to the other now, a slightly nervous look on his face while he slowly tenses down, then his gaze flicks to the child.
The baby smiles and giggles, in which the burger wearer smiles slightly and offers his hand, the other happily taking up this offer and begins to play with it, earning a chuckle from the hacker.
“..d’aw, you’re right, he is cute.” “Told ya so.” Noli snickers, giving 7n7 a quick kiss. “Now hurry up and go get that baby food. And the patties. Neither of us wish to starve, thank you.” “We have plenty of food here for you.” “Already gaining the parent mentality, I see.”
7n7 playfully rolls his eyes before sighing and getting up, stretching a bit while Noli rises, giving him a fond smile. The baby whines and frowns, squirming a bit. “It’s okay, papa’s gonna get some food.” “We’re really starting off with that, huh.” 7n7 sighs dramatically before giving Noli a kiss, it lasting for a bit before he pulls away with a soft gaze. “I’ll be back then, ‘Kay?” “Well I’d assume so.” A snicker sounds from Noli as 7n7 chuckles and walks off, going to open the door as he leaves.
Noli hums and walks off to his room, rocking the baby gently.
What a nice day..

+—+

“We are not naming our baby c00lkidd.”
“But whY??” 7n7 whines as he holds the young robloxian in his arms. “You ALWAYS start everything you name with “c00l”. You named our old cat C00lcatt. It’s ridiculous!” “I don’t see you coming up with better names!” 7n7 sticks his tongue out at his annoyed partner, who sticks their tongue out back at him.
The baby glances between the two in confusion, making a confused churr and a froggy blink.
“His name could be N0va, or B3anY!” “Those names suck.” “Better than your suggestions.” The burger man rolls his eyes before huffing and holding the unnamed child close. Noli groans and walks closer to him, looking at the child. “..well. Guess we just- have him with a keyboard smash name unless otherwi-“ “CK’s a good nickname for him.” “..and that’s an acronym for..?”
Noli glances to 7n7, know well as to what that nickname is.
“..for c00lkidd.” “Knew it. Fine. You’re lucky that it rings off well. And that you’re sweet.” A defeated sigh from Noli as his expression softens. The other hacker smiles in victory, glancing down to the now named c00lkidd. “Ha! I’m so gonna be his favorite parent.” “Sure, sure.” He rolls his eyes playfully before readjusting his coat. “Now hurry up and grab my ruffle, the meeting’s in a few.” “Got it, leader of clown legion.” “Shut up.”
A snicker sounds from 007n7 before he gives Noli c00lkidd to hold on to and rushes off. Whew. Thank god his actual robe is hidden within his bag. Once 7n7 comes back out does he put it on Noli, who hands him back the child afterwards and leaves the house with a quick goodbye kiss, the door closing after.
..7n7 assumes he’ll have to get an actual job soon, yeah?

+—+

The sounds of leaves and grass crunching beneath him warms his heart, though just a bit. Meetings like these are not ones he precisely likes, but he cannot attend unless uninvited.
And they can never know of his current life.
Ah, some chattering comes from a field of Hyacinths: ones he requested for to be planted. Soon the cult comes into view, a white star seen implanted to a tree. Once he approaches does the current leader silence them all, the chatter dying right after. They clear their throat before speaking.
“Now, as you all know, a sinful man has taken his child into our fields, disturbing the resting place of our Star.” Every one frowns. “But do not fret, as their sin will be dealt with as soon as we are certain his powers have gone mostly dormant. The threat will be dealt with soon. Now, my apprentice shall come up to speak with you all on the reminded rules. Noli, please rise.”
Soft chitters sound from the crowd of cultists as the masked being sighs quietly, now going to tread along the flowers and go to his leader’s side, glancing along the crowd.
Beneath his robe do they fidget nervously.
“..rule one; we do not accept outsiders unless they plan to join our church. Or if we consider taking an outsider in to purify.”
Everyone nods, a couple smiling. Three of them seem a slight bit conflicted, but nods nonetheless.
“..number two, we do not allow for those of sin to walk on our sacred lands.
“Three, purposefully harming members of our ‘family’, specifically those of higher purity than yours, will face serious punishment.
“Four..”
It goes on for a bit, everyone either nodding or talking so suddenly on a few rules.
“..Twelve, and the final, do not attempt to stop someone who is becoming pure, as you would face harsh punishment.”
“Ai.” Is all that was said. The leader nods and gestures for Noli to return down into the crowd, in which he obliges. After a few seconds of silence the leader speaks, their voice booming throughout the crowd. “Now, as many of you might know, I am near the ascension stage, which was said to be happening soon in a few more years. As you can assume, there are many next possible leaders fit for my role, and many of them deem worthy.. though, I have yet to come to a decision, the Voided Ones will announce who shall be leader once the Big Feast occurs after my ascension. If I have yet to decide by the time of the performance, they shall choose themselves on who should take over after me. I wish you all the best. Meeting has ended. You all shall return to your daily routines.”
The sea of people burst into chatter, a few seeming excited while others are upset for there to be no justice set into action yet. Noli breathes a sigh of relief as he begins to walk away from the crowd, hands holding tightly onto one another.
Oh pray to the void star their leader’s death will arrive so very late.
Not when he’s raising a child.
Not when he now has a family.
Or, more so an extended one. If only he could save the very few he could in the cult he resides in.
But that’s far too dangerous.
And faking their death would be as tough as it is to cut down a grown tree with only your hands. ‘*CK, 7n7, wait for me in case I do end up being selected.*’ Because he knows very well the leader will choose him.

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A soft fizzing sound is heard as a pop of a can suddenly sounds.
Giggles are heard from the yellow-skinned robloxian as they take a sip, the other one readjusting their hat with a barely audible hum. The sun gently grazes their skin while the two best friends simply sit at the bench.
“Hey Sixer! Want an extra? I brought two with me!” The yellow robloxian smiles, wiping his mouth as he pulls out a extra can of Bloxy Cola. The guest perks up and signs with their hands as they nod, legs now kicking in happiness. They chuckle and pass it to them, taking another sip of their own drink while the other opens the can with a pop and sips shyly.
“Guestyyy, what you wanna do in a bit? We coulddd- maybe head to SFoTH? Or the park tycoon! I heard a recent one’s just opened!” Guest stops and glances to her, staring for a bit before shaking his head and resuming to drinking her drink. Noob tilts their head. “..uhm, then- where would you like to go?” They ask them, to which they perk up and set the can down before signing.
‘May we go to the nightclub? I have wanted to try out.’
Noob blinks, a bit taken aback. Sixer of all robloxians? WANTING to go to NEWBIE’S party club he visits? This.. must be a dream come true. Noob in an instant nods their head giddily as their arms flap. “Yeah- y-yeah!!! We could go tonight or tomorrow night! Whenever you wanna head out!”
Guest 666 blinks. It sucks, not being able to express much. They can only do as little as they can to speak. But ah well. Best take what you can get.
Before Noob can snap Guest out of their thoughts, Guest does so first and signs.
‘Tonight. 8.’ Noob smiles and nods. “Got it! You.. don’t mind me wearing my skirt, I hope?” They blink, a small nervous smile plastered onto her face. “Wouldn’t wanna embarrass you.”
‘No. I don’t mind. Never will.’ Guest snickers and shrugs before wiping his hands and going to grab his bloxy cola, chugging it. Sometimes a sweet tooth is uncontrollable. Noob smiles and nods before gently shoving them. “Hey, calm down! I didn’t even get to steal a sip!” Guest giggles quietly as they playfully roll their eyes, now crushing the can and simply putting it in their pocket.
Tonight it is, it seems.
And boy, are the two excited.

+—+

Curl the threads.
Tighten the bun.
Add the earrings.
Noob stands in front of the mirror, trying her best to apply the eyeliner while the glowstick earrings dangle. She’s feeling a bit more femme today. Or- tonight. As the eyeliner makes their eyes pop out and eyeshadow has her look stunning, she applies the chapstick. She doesn’t check the time unfortunately. Still had to pick out a crop top that matches her skirt.
Ah well. He can afford to wait a bit, right?
..hm.
Outside the Nightclub does Guest 666 wait, fidgeting with their hands as they glance around nervously. Where’s his friend? Have they forgotten? God, he would teleport to their house if they could accept friend requests.
He takes a breath. Surely it’s- its fine. Yeah.
It’s f i n e-
“Guesty!! Guest I’m SO sorry-” Ah, Newbie. Thank god- hm.. Thank god she didn’t ditch last minute. “Why’re you still outside?? It’s cold here!” Noob chuckles, smiling as she readjusts her fingerless gloves. Guest sighs and begins to sign. ‘I was waiting for you.’ Guest blinks at her as they then clasp their hands together with a small, shy smile. Noob returns it, though more confident and goes to cup Guest 666’s hands. “Well thank you kindly, Guesty! But you didn’t have tooo.” ‘Oh well.’ A snicker from the two.
Noob goes to squeeze Guest’s hands before guiding them to the line, every ounce of nervousness within him now slightly increasing, his guts now trying to knot into small beads. The bouncer at the door waits patiently as they glance to the two robloxians approaching. Softly do they speak.
“ID please.” Noob smiles and nods, gently nudging Guest 666 to pull out his while she takes out her own. He stares at his forged ID. He hopes the age is believable enough. The bouncer skims through the two’s ID’s, eyes narrowing to Guest’s. Or more so, just the guest himself. As they stare, the two friends glance to one another, a bit nervous before the bouncer sighs and nods, but quickly raises his hand to alert the others.
“If I catch you, or if anyone catches you using exploits, you will be banned from entering this establishment. Are we clear?” Noob’s smile slightly falters before she nods, Guest nodding as well before signing. ‘Thank you.’ Noob nods in agreement to Guest before taking his arm and rushing inside as the robloxian opens the door. As soon as the door closes she frowns and rubs her face.
“Dude, they’ve never said anything like that before.. im so sorry, man.” Guest blinks before shaking their head and quickly signing. ‘It is okay. That did not upset me.’ “Well yeah, but still. That wasn’t really decent. Like- just because you’re a guest doesn’t mean you’ll become evil and go “hahaha I here” like that one guy.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes, her blocky hand reaching to her hair and beginning to gently tug at it. Guest frowns a bit before shaking their head and responding to her with just a bit of aggravation.
‘It fine. They will believe what they want to and we can not change it unless opened to other source.’ Noob sighs before nodding. “Right.. okay then. Yeah! Let’s just go have fun before that whole thing ruins our mood!” Guest smiles at this, nodding before being quickly dragged out into the big area, people seen shoving as the neon lights blink and flicker, the darkness within the entire building seeming oddly comforting as the smell of liquor clung to their nostrils. Robloxians were chatting left and right, some trying to pick up a date to take home with them, while others either talk to their friends or dance drunkenly on the floor. Noob goes to the sidelines, dragging Guest with her. “Anything you wanna do first? Since well- its your first time! I’m assuming..” Guest pauses, now tapping their leg onto the floor with an expression of thought before smiling and signing.
‘The drinking bar.’
Noob blinks before glancing around, a bit surprised. “Aaare you sure? Did you at least eat anything beforehand?” Guest nods, their smile still soft despite the booming sounds of laughter and music around them. Noob gives in, sighing before taking one hand of theirs into hers and giving it a gentle squeeze before rushing off to the bar area with a hum.
Tonight would be decent, they both hope.

+—+

As they drank and laughed, twirled on the dance floor, and made small talk with strangers, they finally leave with tired but happy smiles on their face, feeling content for how tonight went. Now back to Noob’s house they go. Nothing wrong with a small sleepover! Besides, better than dealing with a future hangover alone.
As Noob waves down a taxi, Guest simply decides to people watch. It’s a thing they’ve always done when bored enough. Maybe get a slice of gossip from time-to-time as well. They watch. A blonde hair with a bacon converse close by, enough to where its audible, but far away to not notice the robloxian looking at the two.
They seem happy. At least for a bit.. until one perks up and blinks to the other with a concerned frown.
“Did ya hear about what the big builder himself said?” “Ohh, no I didn’t! Cmon, tell!” The bacon seems interested, leaning forward a bit. And admittedly, Sixer was as well. They just subtly shift their feet.
“..okay, so- he announced recently thaaat.” “Yeah??” “..that he might send the guests to the banlands.” “Yeesh- seems a bit harsh.” “BUT! It wasn’t really his idea! It wasss- what was their name..” the blonde taps her chin in thought before perking up once more. “Oh! The doom guy!” “Mr DOOMBRINGER?? Hm, it does seem more like an idea of his instead of the other’s..” “yeahhh- I see the point though! There’s a lot of exploiters and hackers going around, and most of them look to be pointing to their species.” She shrugs, legs slightly kicking.
Guest glances to the ground.
Lovely.
Aren’t they and himself the same “species” they’re referring to?..to be fair, they’ve been called a separate species for a couple of years now. Mm, wonder if their “species” will play out the same like that one blue-haired guest. Thought the war would’ve ended it all.
Ah well. Gotta stay strong, or whatever the veteran’s phrase is.
“Finally! Ohh thank Telamon, the headache’s just catching up too- Sixer! Cmon, let’s get going!” Noob smiles to them, blinking to her friend before frowning and tilting her head. Guest blinks as they fidget and chew on the string of their sweater. A light tap is then felt on their shoulder.
“Hey, Guesty. Let’s hurry before the Taxi leaves us, yeah?” She’ll ask them later. Guest blinks to them, face a bit conflicted before nodding and heading over to the taxi that had stopped in front of them a few minutes ago. The yellow robloxian sighs and goes to trail after him, entering the taxi after their friend did with a hum, offering to pay before the vehicle drives off with the two inside, now waiting to arrive to their destination.
..Guest wonders.
Maybe the war was all in vain.
If the procedure carries through.

+—+

After giving the driver a quick tip do the two exit the taxi, Noob slightly leaning onto Guest as they groan from the pounding of their brain against their skull. Eugh, maybe they shouldn’t have worn so much accessories and the outfit, they want to tear it all off right now just from how bad their skin feels, now feeling every single thing.
Eugh, overstimulation.
Guest goes to guide them over to the house’s front door before slightly pulling away and carefully signing. ‘Key?’
They tilt their head at Noob, who shakes their own and goes to reach for it from their side pocket, pulling out the object the other requested for and tries to jam it into the lock, visible aggravation seen on their face. Guest blinks before they go to gently tap their shoulder, seeming concerned for their friend.
Noob doesn’t look over, holding up their hand with furrowed brows and an annoyed glare to the lock. The key finally enters, in which it unlocks. The aggravated expression lessens at this, Noob now quickly entering and rushing to their bedroom, flopping onto the bed in an instant.
Guest 666 sighs, readjusting their own sweater before stepping inside and dusting off their shoes on the mat, closing and locking the door behind him as he simply sits on the sofa, kicking back a bit as they let their eyes slowly close. Surprised they didn’t end up drinking that much.
..
Still can’t help but think of what those two girls said earlier.

+—+

Eugh.. headache.
Although it’s mild, Guest can’t help but squeeze her eyes shut and rubs her face with their hand, slightly tracing the marking on their head. Some soft humming can be heard besides him, and so they turn, squinting their eyes open..
Noob sits besides them, smiling softly as they sketch out whatever their hand guides them to do.
Guest blinks at them before hesitantly tapping their shoulder, their head blaring and pulsing against their skull. “The ibuprofen is right in front of you with the cup of water, by the way. Go ahead and take it! It’ll help.” Guest blinks as they turn to look at the coffee table, their gaze falling onto the pill and cup of water. Hesitantly do they reach for the medicine, tossing it into their mouth before taking a big swing of water to swallow it down, now sighing quietly and looking over Noob’s shoulder.
Noob smiles, humming softly as they sketch out a random scene, leaves having fallen as an odd robloxian sits under, eyes closed. The pencil draws out lines that go every which way it is led, or rather, leads. It stays like this for a while, the air conditioning grazing every bit of skin that was available to be touched. A few more minutes, and then Noob is done, now looking proudly at it before shutting their sketchbook and sticking the pencil into their hair, now readjusting their bracelet.
It is quite a nice one.
A yellow heart with blue in the middle, red stars and monotone beads strung on to the thread.
Something Guest made for him.
Something she would never forget.
A tap on their shoulder is felt, and so does the yellow robloxian look over to meet the gaze of Guest, who fidgets with their own bracelet. One with colorful yellow, blue and green beads with a gray heart and red in the middle.
“Yeah, Sixer?” They tilt their head, a small smile on their oblivious face. Guest fidgets a bit more, stomach twisting to the point they might as well flop over and die.
He begins to sign.
‘Know that I love you.’
Noob blinks before giggling and going to wrap an arm around them, smiling wider. “D’aww, I love ya too!! Where’d this even come from, buddy?” ‘Nothing.’
..it’s surely just rumors anyways.
Nothing wrong with making sure that they know they’re appreciated though.
Just in case this is the last moment they have ever spent.

Chapter Text

Quiet.
It was quiet.
Brighteyes is out on a business trip, all the while 1x lies asleep in bed, a small smile on the 11 year old’s face. The retired deity rests on the sofa, boredly watching the TV while the news reporter talks and talks and talks.. meh meh meh meh, that’s all he ever hears. It’s as if he’s not even from this world.. wait.
With a grunt does he turn it off, now going to sit up on the sofa and stretch his wings, including the ones on his head. With a bored smack of his lips does he sigh and scratch his head, now wondering what to do.
Six years since 1x walked into dangerous territory.
Six years since the cult has done nothing about it.
..maybe they’ve forgotten.
Or maybe they’re just giving him a warning.
Kidding, he knows they aren’t that merciful. So then what the hell is going on? What are they planning? Shedletsky groans, rubbing his face. Mmm, tomorrow is 1x’s first day of 3rd grade. Might as well go get her a comfort food before sending her to the depths of hell. “Ha, just like- just.. no, I shouldn’t joke about that-“ he grumbles, tapping his foot before mumbling ‘whatever’ and heading to the door, quickly throwing on some slippers and a coat before opening the door and heading out. He’s not going to be gone for long, anyways.
Having the keys does he lock the door, making sure every crevice outside the house was secure before having his wings stretch, now walking away to the closest gas station. Might as well make small talk with the Cashier robloxian while he’s there.
..
“Is he there?” A voice quietly calls to a fellow hooded member, the other nodding silently as they watch the retired God of the Sky walk away from his now unguarded home. Where his spawn sleeps. Alone.
“Be wary, he might be deceiving us into thinking he’s gotten his guard down.” “What about his partner?” “Off on a trip. I’ve seen it with my own eye.” “His spawn?” “Presumably resting within her chambers.” “Perfect.” “Shall we go on and attack yet?” “Afraid not. Wait until we know for sure that he’s alone.” “Yes sir.”
Shedletsky continues his stroll, peacefully unaware.
Unaware that the course of his life will change.

+—+

“Expect me to come back soon, green boy!” Shedletsky yells to Cashier, who simply nods as his head rests on the palm of his blocky hand with a blank expression, seemingly in thought. Shed just shrugs this off as another existential crisis before smiling and walking out fully, making sure to have the door close fully and hums, holding a bag of some sweetarts and pistachios. He knows 1x would love these. He smiles, already imagining the joyful face of his daughter, greeting him in the morning with a huge hug. Now all he has to do is make sure his wife doesn’t find out about how much treats he’s spoiling her rotten with.
The streetlights gently shine off of Shedletsky’s golden feathers, the retired god roaming on the sidewalk as he imagines his little girl seeming oh so joyful.
He’s happy he’s gotten a second chance. A second chance to make sure she didn’t end up going her original ways.
More than just a manifestation of hatred.
As he hums in thought, a rustle of a few trees is heard. He’s too busy imagining what is soon to be nothing but faint fantasies. Just a bit longer until he reaches home. Just a couple more steps until he can rest on his comforting bed. A few more hours until he can see his lovely lady.
Unfortunately he’ll have to wait a bit longer.
A sudden leap towards the god, catching him off guard completely as he tumbles and falls over, now kicking and yelling as he swats at the purple cloaked figure. Soon do more emerge as the first one topples over, plenty more charging at him all the while Shedletsky raises his wings, a common avian instinct to scare off those by making himself look bigger.
And then does one aim at his leg, slashing it
He grunts as he falls to the floor, wings flapping harshly as he tries to elevate himself all the while his leg bleeds gold, hand outstretched to summon a sword.
Only for one to slam a tough melee into his head, knocking him out cold upon impact.
“Very good, Noli. Just as stealthy and quick as ever.” “Mhm.. thank you, sire.” The masked robloxian fidgets with their frill, sparing a cautious glance to the god they just temporarily defeated.. With a simple bar of metal. Huh, they suppose he did weaken up during all those months if he was able to be knocked out so easily.
With a few bits of discussion do they finally go to tie up his wings and other limbs while ichor drips down his head and leg. They will bandage him up later.
Off and away to their sacred lands they go..

+--+

‘My head hurts.’
Shedletsky lays in a sigil of a star with six points, the smell of floral plants and a faint stench of blood flood his nose, allowing the other to have his eyes slowly open with his vision blurred, his brain blaring against his skull. As his consciousness is regaining, someone stands there, holding a red pyramid while another is careful to prepare the weapons, making sure no specks of the remains that came before him kept the cleaver unpure.
They have to make sure the young isn’t fed too much sin for tonight’s dish.
Noli continues to hold the red pyramid steadily, blinking boredly as the young 15 year old imagines what his friends back in his neighborhood could be doing without him.
“Young Noli, leave the artifact back in the main area now, please. I believe the instruments have been blessed thoroughly.”
Noli nods, now heading out all the while holding the pyramid carefully. Shedletsky stares at the older robloxian, who seems way too calm for his age. Eyes as if they were devoid of all life. “Good morning, mister Telamon.” Shedletsky narrows his eyes, now glaring as his feathers ruffle while he lets out a defensive coo. The leader says nothing at this. “We’ve been waiting for your arrival. Glad to finally have seen you come out, unarmed.”
“I would’ve been if I didn’t get knocked out.” He growls, brows furrowing. “You wouldn’t have if you hadn’t gotten weaker, Telamon.” “Do not call me that. I’ve retired.” “Sure you have. Any who, your spawn shall arrive along with you soon.”
A deadly silence fills the air for a moment as soon as they spoke.
Finally, does Shedletsky force something out from his throat.
“..what?”
“Your daughter. The main culprit behind the spread of filth within our fields.” “Leave her out of it. She’s only a child.” “A child that cannot be saved, Telamon. Me and you both know she is not natural in the slightest. We’ve known it for quite a bit now, yes?” “..you don’t know that.”
“She’s made from your grudges. From your mistakes. From every bit of anger to every trace of violence you had in you. We’ve all heard the tale, Telamon. We all know you retired because of it.”
Shedletsky remains silent. Many rage filled thoughts flood his head, though he keeps quiet in order to keep things from escalating further.
The leader nods. “I’m glad you agree with me. Now, the feast starts within thirty minutes. Please behave as we prepare the Great Table and pray.” And just like that do they walk out, as if nothing that they said ever happened.
Shedletsky lays there on the floor, eyes now tiredly drifting to the potted plant of a purple and blue hyacinths. His eyes become half lidded. What kind of man is he now. His daughter’s in danger. His wife.. Dear Brick this is not how things were meant to go. Just like those years before.
..he still has a chance at saving them.
Hell, he was the reigning champion of MANY SFoTH battles. Facing off with a cult should be no different. Oh he’s so reporting their area once he makes it out… Jeez, his head still hurts.
Full of determination does he shut his eyes, trying to imagine a sword that he’s kept in the HQ. Please please please let him think, migrain. He cares not for his mortal wounds right now, only the ones who he loves are in danger.
..slowly does he feel a familiar grip, now opening his eyes.
Mm, better than no ways of unbinding.
With caution does he carefully flip the sword, having to roll over and squirm a bit to get it into the correct position before clutching onto the handle and begins to saw away at the ropes securely binding his legs together, hyper focused on trying not to accidentally cut at his already injured leg, which seems to still be opened, a small puddle of ichor having laid beneath his lower limbs and his head.
Definitely taking a birdbath when he returns home.
The ropes snap, legs now free. The rope seems to have bitten into his skin, as seen with the marks around his ankles and knees. He sighs in annoyance, eyes narrowing to the said marks. With a sigh does he sit on his knees, now goings to carefully shift the blade from its hilt to the metal itself, hands carefully tightening its grip around it while he slowly begins to saw away.
‘Not fast enough.’
He’s trying.
‘They’ll be dead once you get there.’
No they won’t.
‘And how do you know that?’
Shedletsky pauses halfway through, brows now furrowed as he takes a deep breath… ah fuck it. His hands tighten around the blad, it slightly digging into his palms as ichor begins to trickle down. But that doesn’t matter right now. He grunts as he forces the sword to go through faster, clenching his teeth while tears sting at the edges of his eyes, wings becoming ruffled.
Finally does it cut through, instantly falling to the floor while the avian stretches his arms, wincing at the stinging from the fresh cuts. The sword clatters onto the floor, but he could care less as of now.
All he has to do is get out of he-
“HEY!”
A hooded member opens the door, eyes glaring down at him. No time to undo the ties on his wings now. He quickly stands before bolting our, his wings on the back rufling up as everything goes by in a blur.
His head hurts so bad..
The yelling of furious followers.
The surprise of new members.
The stares of those in a presumed higher rank.
It all happened so fast.
Bursting out of the doors does he spot breaking light, sprinting as hard as he could to chase it down and be one with it once more while the chase of followers pursuit. With nothing but adrenaline does he run as far as he can, quickly hiding in a tree as he then lays on multiple branches whilst being as still as a bird once hearing predators.
Ah, speaking of them, here they come.
Only few came after being ordered to return back to.. What were they in again? A abandoned building or something? Must’ve been a extremely dark one.
Moments pass as they continue their search, determined to find the sinner.
All the while he wonders how his daughter’s doing..
‘Oh 1x..’

+—+

The house is oddly still.
No noise, no sudden movements. Only 1x as she rests in bed, breathing softly.. that is, until she wakes up by herself, stretching and yawning. The small faint red star under her eye wavers and fades before becoming stable as she fully awakens, blinking while she now becomes fully aware. She tilts her head, wings fluttering aa she glances around.
“Papa?” The small voice of the child echoes faintly through the empty house. A small huff of annoyance from 1x sounds softly from her as she forcefully pulls herself away from the warmth and comfort of her bed, now wandering to the kitchen to see if any breakfast was made secretly.
Nothing lies on the table.
Only empty plates from yesterday.
She frowns, now walking away to her parent’s bedroom as her wings remain folded with a small jitter. As she opens the door, no one lies on the bed. Only a few small feathers and an undone blanket. Nervous, does she head back to the kitchen in confusion, lightly brushing her own feathers on her wings while she tries to climb the counter to grab cereal. Unbeknownst to her is the box sealed shut. Mainly because the gluttonous beast called her papa keeps digging into it.
She whines, brows furrowing in a bit of frustration and sadness to not get her sugary breakfast. She hops down the counter with the box, now staring at it, likely trying to open it with her mind. Of course, nothing happens. In frustration does she throw the box to the ground, form slightly distorting.
With a sigh does she return to her room and goes to take a small children’s book, reading to herself. Mainly to distract her brain from the sudden disappearance from her dad. Surely he’s just coming home a bit late. Probably got a snack at 4 am. Maybe. Just her assumption.
..a knock on the door snaps her out of her thoughts before flooding them with even more. Silent, does she remain as the knocking resumed once more. “Hello? Is anyone home?” 1x1x1x1 does not answer, knowing how strangers are. Quietly does she dash to the safe space of her parents room, now going to hide. She always did this when a new stranger comes by, usually to talk with her dad.
“Helloo? This is about Shedletsky. Please open, this is genuine. He’s gotten seriously harmed.
A pause from the child.
..even if she knows better, she just wants her dad back. Where’s her mom anyways, she said she’d be back by now a few days ago.
She peeks out from the sheets, face wrinkling slightly as a small yellow feather brushes up where the nose would be located, now nervously looking at the doorway. The red light under her eye slightly warbles before 1x4 slips out and hesitantly creeps towards the door, unlocking it, and then slowly opening it with one eye peeking out, feathers ruffling slightly as she looks up. The two strangers in the purple robes glance down, one seeming a bit irritated at how long it took for her to come out while the other seems relieved, crouching down.
“Oh, hello deary! Are you by yourself? Because we need to speak with your mama.” 1x remains silent, then glances around inside the house before looking back to the robloxian and nodding her head. “Aw, such irresponsible behavior.. oh, come along. The police wanted us to take you to the station. Your papa’s gotten into some trouble.” They soon extend a hand, offering the other to come along with them. She would’ve been more hesitant if she wasn’t about to just cry.
Once her blocky hand touched theirs, they smile to her before gently leading her away from the comfort of her home, door wide open.
The last time she’d ever return to it.

+—+

‘Is this a new police station?’ Though she only kept that to herself, scared of two strangers guiding her to the forest.
The soft chirping of birds seemed to have vanished once their presence was revealed, which is odd, as she doesn’t recall a time birds were ever quiet around her. The silence brought her unease.
Soon do they arrive to their destination. A field of hyacinths. “Before you enter there, you must bear listen with me, okay?” 1x4 stares, glancing around before nodding and fidgeting with her hands. Something’s wrong, but she cannot place her blocky finger on it. “I need you to stay put right here. The other shall go get someone to help purify you.” “Where’s papa?” Silence strikes them both, the two now staring at each other before it quickly flicks away.
“..he left you.”
Quiet.
The wings on her back ruffle, tears now welling up at the corners of her uneven eyes whilst her form subtly glitches. “..what?” The older robloxian blinks to her before glancing away, then back to her with a poker face. “He’s left. He’s done something terrible, and he fled without you.” “W-what about mama..?” “..I’m afraid I cannot say.”
The small red glare beneath her eye warbles. She’s heartbroken. Why would her papa leave without her? She thought he loved her. Loved her and mom. Seeing as they now have her in a vulnerable state, they begin to act. “Do not worry, oh young one. You will very much be able to see your mother soon. Now, close your eyes..” The scared child nods, sniffling as she shuts her eyes all the while tears begin to fall, legs feeling weak. The follower sighs as they then pick her up, the embrace to 1x feeling.. odd. It was nice, this person was nice, but something just felt wrong. As if it wasn’t even a true embrace. But what does she know.
She’s a child.
And children don’t know any better.
The purple cloaked figure walks into the field of hyacinths from earlier, now going to sit on their knees as they hold the poor child from earlier in their arms.
More cloaked figures slowly appear.
Holding ropes to tie her down.
And a sacrificial blade to have her become one with her creator once more.
And to take her left over vessel to feed the lower ranks.
The soft crunching of blades is enough to have 1x1 open her eyes, vision blurred. And then, only then, does she let out a terrified shriek, squirming in the other’s hold that’s suddenly grown tight. Everything blurs. Her form glitches into one of black, contrasting her light gray skin and sage green torso.
Ropes begin to tie around her limbs with plenty of struggle, the child not going down without any resistance. As she is left laying in the hyacinths, the second in command gets handed the dagger.
They approach the helpless child who sobs for those of comfort.
“MAMA. PAPAA.”
She screams, feathers ruffling as she trembles fiercely.
The sacrificer kneels next to the child, wiping away her tears as they angle the knife.
It’s silent for a bit.
And then a crunch.
An agonizing scream mixed with a sob following shortly after.
Her wings lay on the floor, ichor mixed with mortal blood now gushing out.
The agony is too much.
She passes out.
And her wings are collected. As a prize for their horrific treatment of a child.
A child who just wanted to hug her dad.

+—+

‘My head hurts..’
Her throat feels dry.
Her whole body is in agony.
She hiccups, sniffling as bandages wrap around her torso, skin feeling tight in the back, as if something was protruding it. Her heart races. Why is she alone. Why is she in a scary room. Tight, nonetheless. The red glare warbles as her face goes from tired to terrified, now squirming as she feels the ropes around her legs and arms once more. She tries to reach for her wings, only to feel nothing but cold air. She cries quietly as to not alert her captors.
Why isn’t papa coming?
Why did he leave her here.
It’s been a few days, she thinks.
Everything HURTS.
As she lays there in a puddle of sorrow does the door gently knock. 1x1 freezes, eyes wide while her whole body goes into a paralyzed state. “..hello?” The voice from behind the door softly calls out. No. Not again.
Not again please.
But they enter anyways.
In pops in a dark head, a dark mark on the left side of their face visible. Innocently do they tilt their head, blinking to the young and terrified child, who has noticeably been quivering. “..shh. Don’t tell anyone.”
She stares as the other fully enters the room, cautious to not scare the slightly older child or alert other members of their religio. Only a year older, they think. 1x4 scoots back, shaking her head as the ropes bite at her remaining limbs, bruises scattered around her and small cuts from the highest member’s nails. The light purple child sits besides her. “Show me your legs. I’ll get the ropes off.” They whisper-shout, 1x4 seeming hesitant at first before slightly stretching out her scarred and bruised legs. The other hums before pulling out a sharp box cutter knife, in which the terrified child whines and scoots away slightly, terrified.
“Shhh, this is for getting the rope off.” The mysterious member whispers, in which 1x1 narrows her eyes, suspicious to their word before sighing and nodding, now scooting a bit closer to them, who gives her a reassuring smile. They go to hold onto the rope firmly, 1x slightly wincing before the figure begins cutting through with the knife, now solely focused on removing these inhumane confinements the slightly older kid has to suffer on.
A snap is heard.
The rope falls limply to the floor, it no longer digging into the skin of the young held captive. 1x4 perks up, staring at the once rope-bitten skin now free. Quickly does she turn herself around and offer her arms. She trusts them a bit more now. The person smiles before quickly getting into slicing the ropes on her arms. Once over, the child still sits weakly on the floor. Right, she’s still hungry. That and the many injuries.. The one who helped her blinks before hiding the box cutter knife into their robe. They then smile to her before glancing around and heading to the door, peering out. It’s night. At least that’s what Eidolon said. They turn back around before rushing to 1x4 and quickly helping her up, throwing her arm around their neck and speedwalking out of there, 1x constantly tripping over her own feet in confusion and nausea.
..they walk carefully, treading through the opened area with caution. Soon do they reach the opening, a dim light seen faintly as the two approach. The night shines down on them, as if trying to say that they’re guarded safely under its gaze. Both take a moment to breath, glancing to each other with a faint smile. “..it’s pretty, right?” “Yeah… very pretty. Papa said my wings looked like they came from the moon.” “You don’t have wings?” A pause from 1x before she sighs. “I know. The scary people took them.” “Ohhh. Aw. I would’ve liked your wings.” “Yeah.. yeah! They were sparkly and soft.” “Awww, i wanted to touch.” “You can touch when they come back!” “Oh. Yay!”
The children snicker quietly before they continue moving forward, heading under multiple trees shading them as the crisp coldness of the wind nips at their skin. “Okay, do you wanma rest here? I camt go too far.” “Why nottt?” 1x whines, now frowning as her new friend returns the sadness. “Becuz then I would be bad! And I’d leave my other friend!” “Take them with you!”
“I cant.”
“Why.”
“Because then we’ll poof!” The child snickers as they sit themself and 1x down under the leaves of a particularly big tree. 1x frowns harder before going to weakly hug the other. “But I want you to come.” “Sorry..” silence lingers between the two for a soft moment. “…What’s your name?” “..I’m not sure if I can say it.” “Why??” “Because then it’d make it harder to say goodbye.” “..oh.” 1x blinks, slightly pulling away from the hug. “..please? What if we see each other again?” “Oh, maybe.. uhm, wanna tell me yours first?” 1x4 smiles wide, slow blinking to the other. “I’m one! One- 1x1x1x1.” “Just numbers?” “Yeah! And letter!” “Okay!!”
1x waits, blinking to the other before tilting her head. “..are you.. gonna tell me yours now?” Whatever trance the other was in is quickly snapped, now wincing a bit before giggling nervously. “Oh! Right! I’m Reverse ASPX. Or- Reverse. Or R. ASPX.” “That’s a funny name to say.” 1x snickers, smiling widely as she fully hugs them once more. Reverse smiles and returns the embrace, cloak now wrapped around the two. They stay like that for a while, all the things that have happened to the god’s daughter seeming like nothing but a bad dream that she woke up from.
That is, until R. ASPX pulls away. “..I- I have to go now.” A sad smile forms on their face, blinking slowly to their temporary friend. “You have to- leave the whole place. They’ll come looking for you.” “What? No! No no no, I don’t wanna leave..” “go. They’ll hurt you a lot if you don’t.” 1x contemplates, glancing to the blades of grass before sighing and nodding reluctantly. “..fine. I’ll miss you, Rever.” “I’ll miss you too, Ex. Uh- go to the next big town! There’s a shelter you can go in! Also, take care of the bruises!” “Got it!” 1x nods, quickly getting up and taking a few steps away before pausing and looking back over to R. ASPX. “..which way?” Reverse simply chuckles, now getting up themself and walking to them with a smile. “I can take you there! Come on! But I’ll have to leave in a bit..” “yeah. Yeah, that’s okay! I’ll see you soon then!” “Mhm!”
The two begin their journey, 1x walking off to wherever their new companion led her. And thankfully, they weren’t lying.
You’d think she’d be more hesitant to follow strangers now.
You have the innocence of her to thank for that.
A miracle she hasn’t lost it all, despite the passing days she was in the chamber, waiting to be eaten.

+—+

A lady hums, purple hair tied up into a bun while the early station radio plays, hands holding onto the wheel with ease.
Glancing around the neighborhood she smiles, enjoying the presence of her lovely robloxians.. for a bit anyways. She immediately feels something off. The lady wasn’t able to get close enough to spot who exactly it was on the many missing posters plastered around. She turns in to her driveway, now parking and exiting the car as she looks around, confused. What happened for the past week or two she was gone? With a sigh does she lock her car once closing the door, whistling as she heads over to the house door, now going to unlock it upon reaching it.
..wait, todays a weekend.
She knocks on the door, waiting to be greeted by a childish joy of a giggle and a hardy man ready to wrap her in his wings.
Only for none of that to come.
She blinks before knocking again. “1x? Onesy can you open the door please? Shed?” No response. With a frown and now feeling of unease does she sigh and take out her keys, now unlocking the door and entering it. Yet there’s still not a living soul there. “One? One, you here sweetie? Shed?” Worry fills her guts slowly, looking around as she checks every room for her family members.
No
One
Is
There.
She heads outside, locking the door as she heads to a nearby pole and leaning on it, taking out her phone and pulling up shedletsky’s contact to see if she’s there with him in the Headquarters. She glances across the street to try and distract herself. Only to fine a familiar face. A very. Familiar. Face. Her eyes widen, bunny ears lowering. Her phone rings as it waits for her husband to pick up, meanwhile she herself looks both ways across the street before rushing over and reaching out for the poster, quickly gripping tight of it as she stares, bewildered.
Her little girl.
Her sweet, sweet girl.
Under giant, bold, red letters.
Ones that read “MISSING”.
And then her phone picks up, her husband sounding panicked. “BRIGHT? BRIGHT, ARE YOU OKAY?” Brighteyes shudders. This isn’t right.
“..what happened.” Silence.
“..Shed. What happened.” “..they took her.” “Who, John.” Brighteyes asks, though a bit irritated on not getting a clear answer. “A- a cult. The- Void cult-“ “WHAT.” Bright yells out, eyes wide. “The.. the cult you all are tracking?” “Yeah. Them. They took her.” “..have you found any signs of her yet?” A pause. Brighteyes seems to get it. “..okay. Just- try your best. I’ll see you at HQ?” “Yeah-“
“SHED.” A voice booms over the phone, startling the couple. “Dave? David, what’s-?” “They found something.” Both remain silent.
“..you on call with Brighteyes?” “..yes.” “Tell her to come over here.” “Mkay.”
Builderman presumably walks away, Shedletsky now speaking into the phone again with his wings ruffled and his wounds bandaged. “..I’ll- see you there, then.” “Mkay, I’ll see you there hun. Love you.”
“Love you too.”

+—+

The building is still standing strong, though Brighteyes world vision has dampened, the colors slightly desaturated in her view. As she enters, her ears twitch whilst they droop. Where’s her daughter. She needs her to come home now.
Up the stairs she goes, past the receptionist that clicks away at his keyboard after confirming that it’s really her. She wanders, eyes slowly going droopy. Floor after floor after floor she watches the employees laugh and joke about their day. Lucky them. Eventually she makes it to the “Big Boss” office, heading up to the door and knocking. A few seconds later and a pale blue hand opens it, revealing a head of a blue pumpkin.
“Ah, Brighteyes. We’re happy you could make it.” “She’s here?”
“Shed?”
She perks up at the voice of her husband, glancing to her co-worker in which he scoots to the side in order for her to enter. As she glances around does Shedletsky run up to her and embrace her within his arms, in which she smiles slightly and returns it all the while her tail wags fiercely and the feeling of feathers wrap around her protectively. The sweet moment stays before someone clears their throat, causing the moment to end as they glance over to the one in charge.
Builderman. He sighs as he looks at the three admins currently in his office. “..lovely to see you back here, BrightEyes.” “Nice to see you too, Builder.” An awkward silence fills the workspace, the three now glancing to each other while thoughts flood through Builderman’s hard head. Dusekkar glances to him and clears his throat. “..ahem. David. Would you like to continue, or shall I. It’s whatever you decide.” This snaps him out of the small trance he was in, then quickly nods and readjusts his hat. “Right, right. My apologies. I.. just would like you two to be prepared for what you are about to witness.” “Witness what, a crime scene? I think we’ve seen enough of those, Dave.” Shedletsky jokes, trying to lift the mood as his wife smiles slightly. Dusekk and Builder go dead silent. Shed eventually realizes and his wings on his head and back droop. “..oh. Uhm- go ahead then.” “..right. Just- try not to freak out as much. After this, you two are on leave for as long as you’re grieving.” A pause.
“..Dave, what are you implying.”
Builderman stays quiet, now gesturing for Dusekkar to go retrieve something, in which the other nods and leaves the room temporarily. The three now stare at each other, the couple’s heart dropping slowly. Builderman clears his throat. “Please, take a deep breath once you see it.” The former god and his wife glance to each other, then to him with an anxious expression. Dusekkar hovers back in, holding something behind himself as he then goes next to David. They wait with anticipation.
“..you gonna show us?” “Just- prepare yourselves.” “You’re just making us more on edge, Dav..id…”
Dusekkar has opened the door with his staff, now levitating two separate bags.
Of very familiar wings. One stripped of most of its feathers, one still having it. One seeming bit into, another matted in blood.
Both looked to be horrifically mutilated.
One can imagine how their daughter looks now.
And then screams of grief fill the air, the couple dropping to their knees as they sob.
Their baby.
Oh their baby..

+——+

The child rests in a adoption center after being treated from a kind stranger. The red glare beneath her eye warbles as the wound on her head stings, the bruises on her limbs blaring alarms to her nerves.
Her back still stings.
She curls up, resting on her side as she pulls her knees to her chest and sniffles, trying her best to not cry in front of a bunch of strangers.
Why did they leave her.
She.. doesn’t know what to feel.
A mix of.. sadness, and something else. Something that makes her angered, but sorrowful.
Is this what betrayal feels like?
Maybe.
She slowly closes her eyes on the mattress, imagining the warmth of her wings folding over herself.
She’ll see her new friend sometime soon, she’s sure.
Oh papa.
Oh Shedletsky..
Why did you leave that night.

Chapter Text

Everything has changed.
They’ve moved out of the house for one. The couple cannot risk another attack on them.
Two. They held a funeral. They’ve buried what only remains of their daughter deep into the ground, there lying her favorite objects above it as people came to gift her now resting grave items of comfort, as well as to console the grieving lord of the skies and his mourning wife. Many weeks off from work were granted.
Photos of what used to be their lively daughter now shine greater. Of when they celebrated her first birthday to the joyful times of sword fights and dress up. It’s been 14 years since her passing. 14 years since they’ve moved.
14 years since Shedletsky was more than ever determined to find the damned Void Cultists.
It all seems so distant now. And more so.. Desaturated. Shedletsky’s brain pounds against his skull as he readjusts the family photo on the stand. He knows she would’ve wanted him to be happier. But he’s still yet to move on.
And frankly, he doesn’t want to.
He’s had his daughter stripped from his arms twice now. Once from when she was accidentally created, and now twice as she was somehow reborn into a more so.. mortal body. He’s failed his baby twice. How embarrassing. Footsteps approach the sofa on which he sits, now heading to Shedletsky’s side as she sits next to him and lays on his shoulder, ears drooping. “..Hun, it’s time for work.”
Silence.
Shed just nods as the wings on his head lightly flap, brushing against BrightEyes’s hair softly before he glances to the family photo once again before reaching to it and gently having it face down.
He can’t bare to look at that face and imagine her corpse lying on the grass.
It makes him sick.
Shedletsky rises from the comfort of his cushions before kissing his wife goodbye, walking out from the house.
He can’t bring himself to fly today, being weighed down by the thoughts that still haunt him.
The wings that should still be attached to his spawn.

+—+

Today seems dimmer than usual, the retro look seeming off as the small town near the headquarters more quiet.
It’s like it’s waiting.
It doesn’t help that those sudden attacks in other places started becoming more frequent.
He walks up the small stairs, entering through the glass doors with his wings dragging on the floor. He approaches the receptionist, who glances to the other with worry as she readjusts her pink bangs. “..you wanna-” “Just here to work.” “M’kay. Cya then, Shed.” “Bye. wolves.” He moves on, eyelids drooping as 4runningwolves continues working away at her computer.
Despite her raging once accidentally clicking the wrong number.
He takes the elevator, clicking the button once as he waits for it to descend down.
Once it does, he’s greeted with a familiar face.
Ah, Dave’s kid. He’s been bringing him everywhere now.
It hurts.
“Oh- heya there mister!!” The son of his friend smiles to him, giving him a small wave. Shedletsky nods and returns the smile, though it doesn’t feel as forced. Better than nothing. The child heads out of the elevator and to the receptionist, to where he asks her a few things he could not hear and points to her monitor.
Shedletsky now enters the elevator, clicking the button to close it and pressing another to head to his floor. His own office. The elevator rises while the mechanical sounds echo, the faint tones of music playing at the speakers in the background while Shedletsky stares to the floor in thought, most directly to his leg.
The now healed but scarred injury burns beneath his skin, reminding him of those moments. How could he, Telamon, ever-
Don’t use that name.
He’s hung up that coat a long time ago and has no plans to use it anytime soon.
The elevator dings and opens, welcoming him to the cold environment of his office. The air smells a bit off, though that’s because he’s yet to throw out all those feathers whenever he molts. He walks to his desk, the soft yellow fading ever so slowly through the years. He sits on his black chair, now boredly waiting for him to be released. In actuality he did not have anything much to do, much to his dismay, as Builderman deems him not yet ready to get back out on the field to fight or patrol the areas for exploiters and hackers, as well as any sort of bugs that’ll need patching. He needs time to mourn.
Though he ended up giving too much time, it now being unhealthy as he no longer has anything to distract himself with. With a sigh does he glance around the room again with boredom, like everyday. He names random items. He heads onto his laptop, and then does he get bored and stare at the face down picture frame sitting on his desk, waiting to look at him once more. The room is more empty now that he’s removed most of the photos. Shedletsky groans as he rubs his face, slamming his laptop close and standing up as he stretches his wings, now turning around and looking off to the back of him, where the windows have sunlight shine through and the balcony looking welcoming. He stares at it for a moment before sighing and quickly opening the drawer to his desk, taking out a photo before heading to the area, warmth from the light now gently kissing his skin.
He leans over the railing slightly, humming softly as he shows the picture the view carefully, holding onto it with a snug grip as if it’d flutter away like a butterfly if he were to even lessen it slightly.
His body detenses slowly as he smiles a bit, viewing the small town and the continuing of the platforms spreading all across the lands. It seems wild to think of how everything was just. Nothing many years ago. Thank heavens 2x2 created him. And thank god he also created everything else because god he was NOT building allat. He climbs onto the railing, now perched on it like a bird, watching everything like a hawk. Only times like this can he peacefully remenice- what’s that.
Shedletsky perks up, making a bird’s coo as he then narrows his eyes towards a robloxian. They- don’t seem normal. With a hesitant sigh does he flap his wings and drop down, leaving the picture in his pocket. He goes to silently perch on a tree, eyes narrowed as he watches the robloxian, having a bag on their head with a scribbled on face consisting of red with uneven eyes and a smile, torso a dark green and limbs a half of red and black, bright red lines scattering across the body. He wonders if it’s morse code. The one he stalks walks into the forest, the other quick to follow as he leaps from one tree to another as silent as he can be. Shedletsky glares. Maybe they’re part of it.

+—+

The deeper the entity travels, the more confused the admin gets. His heart races, freezing as the other suddenly stops and turns around, now looking to the tree he hides in.
“Hello. Are you curious?”
His breath catches in his throat, eyes narrowing in suspicion as the wings on his head flap slightly and his wings fold on his back. “Please come down. We would like to speak with you, John Shedletsky.” The admin blinks, untrusting of them. “..what do you mean ‘we’?” “We’re talking about us, mister Shedletsky.” The robloxian stares up at their location, hands holding one another politely. Did their voice always change every five seconds? He hesitates, looking around. Mmrh.. he still has people he can lose. But- they seem truthful? Maybe. Maybe.. Reluctantly does he hop down from the branch, wings flapping slightly as he stares at the other with anticipation, the mysterious being now looking to him. “Splendid.” Another different warped voice speaks up.
“Okay, is there any more of you here?”
“Many. All of us are right here.”
Shedletsky clicks his tongue, glancing around in paranoia before crossing his arms. “Right. Sure. Now- why were all of you wanting me to talk to ya.” “We were looking for you to warn of future events.” Shedletsky perks up, brows now furrowed as his wings ruffle a bit. “..of what.”
“Of your creation.”
Everything drops dead silent.
“..stop it. That’s not funny.” He glares daggers to them. “She’s gone.” “All that lied there were her wings.” “That doesn’t mean she’s ali-” “She’s heading here soon. Be wary.” “Shut up.” “Protect the daemonshank and venomshanks.” “Stop.” “Heed our warnings, Mister Shedletsky. We’re being as truthful as the legend of 2x2.” “Who is WE?” He accidentally shouts at them, wings ruffling.
“All of us are here.” “God dammit theres only one-” “All of us lay in this corpse.”
He stares, eyes widening a bit in surprise. “..pardon?” “Why yes, they speak the truth.” The admin stares dead on at them, wings slightly open and ruffled before shifting uncomfortably. “..okay. Uhm. That’s.. Wait, how did you know she was-” “We’ve seen all. And we warn all.” “..neat, I guess.” “Unfortunate for us indeed. Be careful of the future. That child of yours will one day best you in battle with a young red glitch. But they shan’t kill you. No not at all. Though someone’s blood will stain the walls. And it won’t be any of those working in the establishment you mope in.”
“Nice to know. Uhm- listen, I gotta kinda go nowww. You won’t cause any trouble, right?” “We’re only here to heed those of danger.” “Sweet! Well, I’ll be going the-” “You’re too late.” “What.” “Your daughter’s here.” He frowns and turns to them, hands on his hips. “Now listen here-” “We’re TheC0mmunity.” “-Now listen here, C0mm. I-” Interrupted once more with many panicked robloxians screaming in the distance, Shedletsky’s head whiping around as he coos. “..fuck. Okay, listen, you’ll need to come with- me.. what.”
The other has disappeared.
Just his luck. With a sigh does he run out from the forest, eyes squinting from the sudden brightness of the sun instead of seeing the shaded view from under the trees. Robloxians have fallen dead. Oh. Oh nonono. God was it- did those damn hackers get to here?? Ugh, he knew he should’ve brought that 7 guy and his bud in rather than bet. Those poor families.. He flaps his wings, now beginning to sprint down the sidewalk and to hq, now flapping his wings. Just then does he take off, completely focused. He spots many roblox employees and mods running out, only a few bursting in. Those of stronger power. Mmm, he assumes DOOM should be here soon, then. He flies in the direction of his balcony, eyes narrowed before hearing a sound, and then a clatter before silence.
Someone’s gotten inside his office.
That’s where his swords are stored.
Oh great lord above.

+—+

They fling things everywhere.
Where’s the code.
He tosses things left and right, the red glare warbling slightly before sharpening, a grin forming on her face as she holds the note, checking it front and back before rushing off to where she last remembered pa-
..where Shedletsky showed her.
She rushes to the area, code clutched in their hand as she heads to the mirror, now trying to find the push in-wall.. thingy. What even was it. A frustrated grunt escapes his throat as he then glances to a hexagonal mirror. She stares at her reflection, her red glare slightly reflecting off it as she observes every inch of herself.
..hm.
She hesitantly reaches for said mirror, feeling it press against the wall. She pushes it harder, it now sinking in before a harsh click is heard, the wall now sliding to the side and revealing a metallic door with a code. She looks back to the paper, eyes narrowed as she carefully inputs them as she says them out loud. “Two, zero, zeroo, uh- eight, niiine, one.” She clicks the green button, waiting. Until it opens, the door sliding inside of the wall as well, the metal slightly clipping through the wall. “..huh. They really gotta fix that, eugh-” They shudder, now entering the once hidden room and looking around at the caged swords.
The illumina lays at the very back, many of the other strongest swords surrounding it on the wall. It sparkles, as per usual. The figure sighs, shuddering a bit while tapping their back. Why did he think it would grow back. They approach the swords, humming softly as their blocky hand grazes the glass that contains the illumina. He glances around, looking for- well, theres a lot of things that can break this probably. They spot a more big and brawny sword, smiling as she watches it emit glitching particles. This one will do well.
Approaching it with a small smile, she picks the daemonshank up and walks back over with slight difficulty. Dear lord it’s been a while since she’s actually picked up a legitimate sword. Oh hey that rhymes.
Staring at the glass boxed sword, she raises the one she carries as of now, glaring at it.
And then she strikes it down, glass shattering everywhere as a small green riptide flies forward and strikes the wall, sending the swords on the latter to clatter onto the floor. She stares.
And laughs, grin growing bigger as she reaches for the sword.
“HEY.”
Ah, wonderful timing. The robloxian groans in annoyance as she turns around. To say both were shocked was an understatement. The admin stares, eyes wide while his wings slowly droop. The other glances around anxiously, tapping her foot while she backs up, seeming as guilty as a child who broke a minor rule.
“..1x?” Shedletsky chokes out, taking a hesitant step forward while 1x4 takes a step back, wincing upon feeling a blade cut her foot. “Hey, hey. Careful. I.. oh my stars… o-oh my-” tears begins to have his eyes water, a relieved but pained expression on his face. She glares, eyes narrowing while her red glare sharpens. “Cut it.”
His heart drops.
…ah.
“X, I-I don’t know what- oh, my baby..” “Don’t.” “..what?” “If I was your proclaimed ‘Baby.’
“Then why did you leave me.
“Alone with them.”
He could feel himself shatter into a million pieces at that moment. He’s so sorry.
“Sweetie, I-” “STOP. stop, stop. I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve had years to come back, to say that you must’ve accidentally left the door open or that- I- I don’t know! Anything. ANYTHING back then would’ve made me forgive you. Any excuse you had up your ass, anything. I would’ve forgiven you then. But that was when I was a child still.”
“..X-” She reaches for the ground and picks up a venomshank, instantly throwing it to what was once her father and having the blade graze his cheek. Yikes. That hurts. He winces, moving back a bit to look at where it landed, giving enough time for 1x1x1x1 to grab the spare and strap it onto his waist, now lunging to Shedletsky with nothing but resentment. The god yelps, wings spreading wide as he plucked out the other venomshank from the wall and keeps it in front of him, blocking the daemonshank that has just tried to slash into him. His breathing quickens, eyes wide as a trickle of sweat drips from the side of his face while he looks into his child’s once wonder filled eyes.
The ones that once asked where the pretty blue butterflies went.
The ones that wanted to see everything she could within her father’s presence.
The ones who begged for him to cradle her in his arms on the first day he found her once again.
Ones he swore to protect.
Now looking angry.
Eyes that look betrayed.
Eyes that look terrified.
Ones that are too scared to comprehend what has happened all those years ago.
Oh how he wants to take her into his arms again. To protect his kid. Even if he tears his guts out after. Shedletsky’s grip on the venomshank grows tougher, the blade slicing into his hand a bit while the wound turns a sage green, golden ichor lightly drizzling out. 1x4 huffs as she then lifts the sword up and tries to strike, Shedletsky instantly rolling away and to the side before he quickly stands, throwing the venomshank to the floor. 1x growls, now putting the daemonshank onto her back and picking up the other venomshank, now wielding both of the same latter while he sprints to him.
He’s not fighting his baby.
He’s not going to risk hurting her more than he has.
He runs to the balcony, now glancing down to the height, and then behind him. Though it seems he was too slow.
Two projectiles launch at him, embedding themselves into his wings, which seems to be enough to paralyze him temporarily while his creation runs towards him. The creation of hatred.
The once formerly being of a god.
She lands a small strike, eyes widening as a hammer is suddenly in front of her.
They barely are able to process it in time as they are then slammed away and into a wall, groaning as she coughs with her nonexistent nose bleeding and her lip cut.
“Aaaand strike!” The admin readjusts his helmet, his demon tail waging before he glances to Shedletsky. “Yeesh, looks like you saw a ghost.” He jokes, in which the god of the sky rolls his eyes. Joking should be his thing, not its. With a grunt does he shakily balance himself, wings hanging limply. “Fashionably late again I see, Doom.” “You know me!” He chuckles, holding the banhammer in his hands before putting it on his back, giving Shedletsky a shit eating grin. “Yknoww, don’t think I didn’t see you wimp ou-” Just leave already.” “Nah, I’m here to finish the job!” A pause.
“..what.” Doombringer smiles as he reaches for the axe strapped onto his waist, Shedletsky’s eyes widening. And before you knew it, the damn administrator lunges for his child. As 1x4 waits for her teleportation to complete, she notices Doom coming straight at her. In a panic does she move the panel away and pull out the daemonshank, blocking the attack. The two metals cause a glitchy spark to sound out, spiking in both their ears as they wince.
Doombringer chuckles, kicking her chest in which causes the sword to slip next to the panel, which finally loads and waits to be clicked. 1x’s eyes widen as she tries to reach out for it despite it being far. The blade of the axe is then held against her head. “Ggs, better luck whenever 2x2 gives you a third chance, vermin.” He shrugs, going to press his foot down on her chest as he raises the axe for a final blow.
Only for Shedletsky to scream and tackle them off the other.
“NO.” he shouts, voice full of emotion. Doombringer yelps as it falls to the floor, face now expressing annoyance as they kick him off of themselves. “DUDE, SHED- GOD NO THEY’RE GETTING AWAY.” 1x limps rather quickly to the admin panel, practically sprinting to it as she stumbles, picking up the daemonshank as the venomshanks are still strapped to her waist. Doombringer quickly grabs his axe again, now getting up and running back over to her direction.
Just as she clicked enter, Doom swings his axe. A green flash sparks largely, causing ones and zeroes to form after the collision.
That was not supposed to hit.
Must be a glitch.
The two admins stumble back, both now glaring to each other with narrowed eyes.
“DUDE, Shed, what was that?? I almost had the-” “You are NOT killing my daughter.” “That’s a girl?” “Well- maybe. I don’t know, their voice sounded way different- BUT STILL.” “SHE ALMOST KILLED YOU, IN CASE YOU FORGOT.” “SHE WOULDN’T HAVE.” “Tch, yeah right.” Doombringer rolls his eyes, tail drooping. Hm, she felt.. familiar… well they’re certainly not part of its species. Before Shed began to yell at him again, he notices his axe, now blinking to it with a surprised glance. “Psst, hey, look.” Shedletsky sighs, following Doom’s gaze as he stands there, the wings on his head perking up.
The axe appeared all glitched, red ones and zeroes fizzing from the head. “Woah..” “...we gotta report that to Builderman, Doom.” “No we don’t!” A pause. “..Doom, that’s dangerous. Just- imagine what it could do.” “Iiim imagining it. I personally see it as a power up!” Shedletsky huffs, eyes narrowing to it while Doombringer returns the look, though his expression much more playful than serious now.
Shedletsky cannot really do much.
“..Okay then. You’re helping me clean this place up by the way.” “Nope!” Doombringer instantly runs out the door with a smile, humming happily as he puts his newly upgraded axe on his waist.
Shedletsky sighs in annoyance as he now goes to close the closet, then reorganize his desk.
He looks to the framed photo lying face down on his desk.
And smiles.
His baby’s alive, and that’s all that matters.
He lifts it up, ready to deliver BrightEyes the news. Only for his face to shift to one of confusion after finding the photo missing.
Huh.

+—+

1x1x1x1 abruptly falls to the floor, body trembling from the adrenaline that coursed through her veins during the entirety of the interaction. She coughs, holding her chest as she tries to breathe steadily, now wiping her face with her other blocky arm.
It’s whatever, it’ll heal on its own. She sighs heavily, looking around at the abandoned house she lives in. That.. doesn’t quite make it abandoned. Oh well. 1x stands, stripping over his own feet for a moment before huffing and standing straight, slipping into the house through the punctured hole through the boards of the window. She then melts to the floor, breathing softly before she pulls an item out from her pocket.
..they all looked so happy back then.
What did she do to be abandoned.
…now that he thinks about it, the reaction Shedletsky had is quite odd. Maybe it’s genuine sadness.
Or possibly just guilt that he’s been called out.
One of the other.
Most likely the other.
Why else were they left alone.
Jeez, she feels tired. She’ll take a nap in a bit.
And hopefully won’t dream of them again.

Chapter Text

MrDoomBringer hums, walking to the elevator. Just a casual day now. Shedletsky seemed more hopeful, though. Good for him. Not good for the rest.
Now that The Adversary has returned once more, the rest of robloxia lays on thin ice. If they grow to their full power once again, the world would be no more. And he will no longer exist. Man, being made of the remains of what was once a god is- freaky.. Ah well. As it entered the elevator, they hum a small tune. One it was once sung to from when they were first created.
With a tap of a few numbers on the buttons, the elevator rumbles. The doors shut quickly as a blue forcefield forms, emitting blue sparkles that fade in and out as quick as it is to blink. Eh, they liked the rainbow one better.
The elevator trembles more, everything going dark suddenly.
..and then a few seconds later, everything once more has color. DoomBringer glances around, taking in the sight of the soft clouds before glancing to the soft pink flower trees with lush gardens. A sigh escapes their mouth, body feeling more relaxed as they continue to walk through.
Ah.
There lies the pedestal he was looking for, a purple brick, simulating a pillow, having a much darker one resting on top of it. MrDoomBringer stares before gently tapping the said brick. “Briiick.” No response. “Two, wakey wakey.” Still no response. It grows annoyed. “Two-By-Two. Two. ALPHA BRICK, GET UP.” “..not now, Doombringer.” The brick responds. The admin frowns heavily, now shaking the pedestal with little patience, annoyance slowly flooding their facial expression. “HEY- hey, Doom, stop-” The Alpha Brick perks up, a rainbow field surrounding its body as the brick becomes nothing more than a torso, very pale yellow skin forming as the arms and head, which seems to be nothing more than the diamond head as three sets of wings, one blue, one red, and one green emerge from their back.
“Oh my stars, what is it.” They tiredly rub their head, xeir four eyes squinting to the admin that waits impatiently. “Robloxia’s got a problem.” “Which one, there’s many. If you’re talking about the serverless situation then that is out of my control. Tell Builder to stop being greedy if that’s the case.” “Wh, no, not that-!” “Then what, MrDoom. Please, explain. I will not interfere if it is something you all can control.”
Doom glares to xem, eyes narrowing before their tail flicks and he huffs. “..so, you know how The Adversary went missing like- 20 or more years ago.” “..go on.” “Yeahh, well. They’ve returned.”
It goes silent.
“..ah. I see. Thank goodness I’ve taken some of their abilities beforehand. Now, where did you see them last, or is this just a mere rumor you’ve heard of.” “She.. uh.” “..I feel as if you’re hiding something.” “I am, but I ain’t snitching on a bud.” “Oh? So your friend knows where they linger.” Zeir eyes narrow, arms crossing as their wings spread slightly. Doom’s breath hitches before it glances to the floor, eyes flicking to their glitched axe before looking back to 2x2. “..anyways- me and Shed were fighting her earlier. Or at least I was, he tackled me to the ground before I sent her back to you. She.. got her hands on a few of his swords.”
“...so he still has some form of affection for her. How strange. I thought he would’ve moved on by now.” “Guess so. It’s weird.” He rolls his eyes, shrugging as their tail gently sways. “Anyways, just came to warn ya. They’re definitely up to something, and that something isn’t good, as far as I’ve seen.” “Mhm.. well, thank you MrDoomBringer. I suppose it is time I descend down to The Heights, then. Alert Shedletsky to hand in his swords, I will watch over them until the threat is neutralized. I will be residing in the castle.” “Okay, Mx. Fancy.” A snort from Doombringer, tail gently swaying before he sighs. “Anywaysss, that’s all I came here for. I’ll tell the other admins about that.” “Thank you MrDoomBringer. May you have a blessed day.” “You too.”
With a sigh does he take his leave, the banhammer on his back.
2x2 watches it leave, seeming tired as they rest xis head on their hand, eyes flicking to the glitched object.
..whatever DoomBringer is bound to do, they’re afraid they cannot stop it.
It is out of their control.

+—+

Four years have passed since that day, a bounty now placed above 1x1x1x1’s head to bring her in. Alive of course. They wouldn’t want Shedletsky to cry more tears than he already has for the past years. The highest of admins keep a look out for them, the return of The Adversary being warned upon the civilians.
Still, attacks from this hacker persisted, many going missing, and then eventually, reported deceased.
Yet, a specific couple still looks to the bright side.
They still have each other.
..sunlight softly grazes the robloxian’s skin, his body shifting while his hold around his wife remains persistent. She groans in her sleep, gently nudging the other as her pink hair fizzes everywhere. Her eyes slightly open, now softly smiling to her still sleeping husband.
“..hun, wake up.” She gently says, putting a hand to his chest as she gently shakes him, who grumbles and pulls her closer.
“Cmon, it’s your first day at HQ.”
“..mmmm-” He huffs, shaking his head as he slowly drifts back to sleep.
..before bolting away, eyes wide as he pulls himself away from his wife. “Oh! Oh- wait what time is it-” “Mm, dunno.” She shrugs sleepily, now pulling away from him as she rolls around for a comfortable position. “G’ take a sh’r, I’ll b’ up ‘n a bit.” She mumbles, smuggling into the mattress. The man sighs before gently kissing her forehead, in which she smiles sleepily before he gets up and stretches.
Today’s the day.

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Daylight softly beams through the curtains while the scent of batter with a mix of chocolate floats through the air.
The pale yellow man hums while he watches the pancake sizzle in the pan in front of him, waiting for a moment to flip the contents in the latter. The small amounts of wrinkles around his mouth scrunch up while he smiles gently, seeming excited for the day.
“John! John, you out the house yet?” John perks up as he turns his head to where the harmonious voice shouts, not from anger, but from sincere questioning. “No, not yet, love! It doesn’t start until eleven!” “Eleven in the morning or eleven in the night?” The assumed wife shouts, footsteps now being heard approaching, making John smile even more as his tie dangles.
A flip of the pancake.
The sound of sizzling.
It was all dreamlike.
Just like the feeling of warm and comforting arms wrapping around his waist, a familiar head going to rest on his left shoulder with a sigh. “Making chocolate chip pancakes, hun?” Jane smiles, voice softer now that she’s within the range of her beloved. “Mhm, would you like some once they’re done? Guarantee that you’ll get the first serving.” “Mmmm, tempting. But I think someone special needs them a bit more.” John playfully scoffs, rolling his eyes. Yet his smile does not once falter. “You’re the one with a more active schedule.” “And you’re the one who’s working for literal gods themselves!” “And so are you!” “Still, take the first serving as a celebration for getting the job.” Jane lifts one of her arms off John’s waist and goes to cup his cheek, pressing a quick kiss to her beloved husband, who chuckles and returns the kiss to the lips.
“Fine, fine. You win.. This time.” “And I’ll continue winning in future battles.” John sighs and flips the pancake again, now tapping his foot as his free hand goes to hold his wife’s hand around his waist.
They love each other so.

+—+

The two walk together after the delicious breakfast, made by Jane’s truly, and begin to talk about whatever first came to their mind. Now they wonder how it went from possibly owning a cat, to the sudden global crisis of scams, to wondering if 100 ducklings could beat a puppy. Huh. The wonders of thinking, they suppose. But don’t bother to say it out loud. “Okay but wouldn’t you be scared if one HUNDRED small yellow blobs started running at you?” “But the pup wouldn’t understand and squish them!” “I’m telling you, Johnny, those ducks would be victorious!” “Pfft, yeah. When the god of hatred returns, they sure will.” John snickers, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms, all the while Jane mock frowns. “Hey, I’m being honest! Builderman literally SPOKE with the god himself, and every trace of 1x4 was gone!” “You’re only the receptionist, Jane. You hear gossip and lies.” “Better than spending all day on the computer playing bloxsweeper.”
The two giggle as their hands subconsciously intertwined with one another, now finally reaching their workplace.
The big red R greets them both, the giant building standing proudly amongst the greenery before them, as if they owned the place… which they technically did. But that’s besides the point. “Huh, sure is.. bigger than what I’ve seen in the images.” “Mhm. Hope ya don’t get lost.” “What.” “Nothing! Just pulling your string!” Jane chuckles, smiling to her lover as she gives him a reassuring nuzzle before a gentle tug. John blinks at her, hesitant before sighing and following along.. only for then to have a sword fly down at them, landing in front of them and straight into the ground. The two freeze in shock before Jane quickly snaps out of it and flares up to where it was thrown.
And just above the building does a man stand, wings fluttering before stretching, the daylight seeming to have made this all the more dramatic as he swoops down, making John Doe stumble backwards a bit. Though Jane seems unfazed. Or more so, upset.
“Shed, what the hell WAS THAT??” “D’aww, you ruined my mysterious entry.” The yellow with brown frizzy haired man pouts, glancing to the side as he crosses his arms, wings flapping. Jane simply sighs and rolls her eyes before gently tapping John’s shoulder, in which Shedletsky perks up and smiles. “Oh! That’s the man you’re talking about!” “Mhm!” John glances around, fixing his blue tie a bit before giving a small wave and offering a handshake.
“Hello there, sir. Ready to work!” “Ohh. Formal, are we? Pretty sweet!” Shedletsky chuckles as he goes to take his hand and shake it forcefully before heading next to him, examining his face. “Oh, hubba hubba! Really picked out the nicest in the batch, huh.” “Hands off. You got your sugar, and I got mine.” Jane chuckles, lightening up a bit as she goes to rest her head on Mr. Doe’s shoulder, who smiles a bit more and rests his head against hers. “Fine, fine. Guess trades are a no go.” Shedletsky rolls his eyes playfully, putting his hands to his hips as his wings spread slightly.
“Well, welcome to the HQ, Johnny!” “Oh- nickname already?” John Doe perks up tilting his head before fidgeting with his blue tie. “Mhm! Already like ya energy. Now, come on!” Shedletsky chuckles, now walking to his sword and pulling it out from the ground with ease, Jane following along with her bun slightly bouncing. John looks between the two, confused, before rushing to be alongside his wife with a huff.
He’s ready for the position, definitely.

+--+

As they parade around the headquarters while showing off the new hire, John can’t help but imagine future business he’ll have to do. He knows it will get messy as soon as he’s dragged in, but it’s whatever keeps Robloxia safe.
Whatever keeps his beloved Jane safe.
The two then head to the elevator, dragging John Doe along with them as they chat away, Shedletsky fiddling with the strap that holds the sheath to his sword. The elevator soons begins to close, much to the dismay of the person running to it with panicked body language while their wings flail. Jane manages to catch a glimpse of what was running to them, now quickly going to put her hand out to stop the doors from closing, the robloxian stumbling in with their cloke as a quiet sigh escapes their cloaked figure. “Ah- sorry Taph.” Jane chuckles, in which the other shrugs before quickly signing.
‘You are okay Jane.’
She smiles, Taph assumingly returning it before noticing the man standing besides her, along with Shedletsky. ‘That is your husband?’ They “ask”, blinking to Jane as she nods proudly, going to wrap a hand around his waist. “Yup! All mine!” John softly yelps before chuckling and sighing, resting his head on her shoulder. He then stands straight while offering his hand. “Name’s John! Though I’m assuming this one already told you who I am.” He playfully glares to his wife, who smuggly smirks before shrugging and retracting her hand back to her own hips.
Taph hesitantly goes to shake his hand, wings twitching a bit before snapping it back and giving a small bow, their satchel subtly glowing. John notices it and tilts his head. “Oh- what might your occupation be, if you don’t mind answering. Taph stares, glancing to their satchel before looking to John, then to his wife, and to his other coworker before taking out the frames of a terrifying object.
The Subspace tripmine… oh wait the star’s missing, all is good.
They offer John to hold it, who seems confused at first before taking it into his hands as Taph takes out the Fuse Bomb next and shows it to him. They then put the bomb back into their satchel and sign. ‘Demolitionist.’
“Oh!” John nervously chuckles, glancing around before looking back to them, now handing Taph the frame for the tripmine. “Don’t go blowing up our house now! Ahah-“ ‘Depends on if you get terminated.’ “Excuse me.” They no longer respond. Not like he was going to get an answer anyways, as Shedletsky perks up. “Hey, we’re at David’s office! Cmon, let’s hurry up before you two get all mushy with each other again. And you.” He directs to Taph. “No trying anything with Builder.” Taph’s feathers slightly ruffle. Shedletsky chuckles before quickly dragging John out the elevator, Jane and Taph following after them as they head down the hall, elevator closing behind them. It wasn’t long before they arrive to Builderman’s actual office, a discussion being heard behind the closed door.
“We are not removing them, Doom. That’s inhumane.” “So you just expect for it to magically solve itself??” “We’re trying our best to catch the ones that ARE exploiting.” “Yeah, good luck with that when they’re all identical.”
Before the bickering could continue, Shedletsky gently opens the door with a sigh. This discussion again. “Ladies, ladies. How about we stop with the fighting, yes?” The two admins turn to the one that has entered, John blinking to the both with worry as he waves. “Ah, glad to see you’ve arrived, John.” Builderman perks up, smiling a bit. Doom stares at him, tail flicking in fascination. “OH! OHH, you’re the guy heading onto my field, yeah?” “Mhm! Gotta protect robloxia.” John speaks out, hands clasping together with a smile, MrDoomBringer chuckling. “Now that’s the spirit! That someone here wouldn’t understand-“ “-Okay, cut it, Doom.” Builderman glares to the bucket wearing admin, eyes narrowing for a split second before gesturing for him and- oh, taph and Jane are also here. Neat.
John Doe goes to hesitantly sit at one of the chairs, Jane standing alongside him as she gives him a nuzzle, all the while Taph heads to Builderman’s side with their wings twitching a bit. Builder gives Taph a small welcoming smile before looking back to his new employee while also keeping watch on Shedletsky’s shenanigans. “Welcome to the establishment, John. Assuming your spouse and Shedletsky showed you around?” “Mhm! Whyy do you ask?” “You’re 20 minutes late.” “...oh. Uuuhm.” John clicks his tongue, looking to the side before shrugging. “Wellll, am I really late if I was in the building..?” “...” He slowly looks to Shed, who looks back at him before snickering. “..Shed told you to say that, didn’t he.” “Yes- sorry sir.” “It’s fine, no worries. Today’s your first day getting a full view of Headquarters anyways.” Builder waves his hand dismissively, John sighing in relief. “But please, don’t let this happen again.” “O-oh, right. Sorry.” “Apology accepted.” He blinks, glancing to Taph now. “Did you get the buildings, Taffy?” The demolitionist nods, making a happy but quiet chirp. He nods. “Good, hope they enjoy the banlands.” He chuckles, now kicking back before realizing that he, of course, still needs to instruct the new worker. “Oh- uh, shit, what was I gonna say-” An alarm goes off, causing all six of the robloxians to perk up. “Mm, another hacker attack.. Oh, John.” John blinks, sitting straighter. “You and DoomBringer head to- Taph, where’s the location of the attack.” Taph quickly bolts off to where the navigation area is to shut off the blaring alarm.
Builder then sighs, sitting up and tapping his foot. “Didn’t know we’d get an alarm this early. Sorry Mr. Doe, but it seems your preparation has been declined as of now. Doom will fight alongside you once you both reach the destination. Be wary now.” John smiles, nodding as MrDoomBringer stares to the other with a smirk. Its tail lightly flicks, readjusting their bucket helm and snickering. “Well then noobie, I guess I’ll be guiding ya to the weaponry station.” “Oh? I don’t think I’ve seen that place yet..” John doe hums, putting a hand to his face, glancing to the side as if trying to recall going to the area.
Taph returns, rushing over to Builderman as they sign quickly, then blinks to Builderman, who stares in confusion. They sigh and sign more slowly this time.
‘Happy Home Residential. Near Builder Brother’s Restock Center.’ The man in the hardhat smiles and nods. “Thank you, Taffy. Now-” He looks to the two, Jane looking a bit worried. “You two will be sent to Happy Home residential. Taph says it’s somewhere near the Builder Brother’s Restock area. I wish you two the best of luck.” “You sure they don’t need someone else to fall back on?” Jane blurts out, tilting her head as she glances to John specifically, then back to Builderman. He simply chuckles and nods. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine with Doom beside him. I get your worry, but he applied in that field for a reason. If he didn’t want to, he’d speak out about it now. Wouldn’t you, John?” He glances to Mr. Doe, who simply nods with a content smile before Doom stretches. “Great, now, we should get going. And fast. Can’t let them get away.” He yawns, tail twitching. “Right! Lead the way, Mr mr- mister mr-” “Just call me Doom, man. No need to be all formal around me.” John blushes in a bit of embarrassment. “Ah- right. Sorry.” “No need to apologize for that! Now chop chop! HURRY.” MrDoomBringer bounces up and off the chair before grabbing hold of John’s arm and darting off, smiling wide as Jane watches with worry, now looking to Builder.
“..are you sure this is fine?”
“Of course, Mrs. Doe. I believe him and Doom could make an incredible team. You do say your husband is quite strong, yes?” “You know I overexaggerate on things when talking about him.” “I’m aware of that. But still. If this doesn’t work out, he still has two more tries. If he fails all three, he can go into a safer role.” Jane sighs with relief, tapping her foot. “..but it’s best not to doubt him, Jane.” “..yeah.” A brief pause.
“..I just want him to be okay.”
Shedletsky just sits in the corner, a small smile on his face before glancing to Jane.
“He will be. If not, then I’ll pluck five feathers off.”

+--+

Into the elevator.
Down down down.
It opens.
Both bolt out.
So daring, the both of them. Doom leads John to the weaponry wall, instantly slamming the doors open and quickly grabbing his weapon. The banhammer. On a completely separate wall has his glitched axe, in which he quickly jogs over to and grabs tightly before strapping it onto his waist. John Doe stares at the variety of said weapons. Okay, thats- fine. He’ll just graaaab- “Hey, take this.” Doom quickly zips to the side of him, grabs the Sword Of Light and hands it to him, and then quickly drags the new employee to a teleportation pad with a grin, now heading to the control panel. “Hey, Johnny, where’d he say they were at again?” John perks up, clenching the handle of the Sword of Light and looking over to MrDoomBringer. “Ah- he said somewhere around Happy Home Residential? Near Builder Brother’s pizza resto-” “Gotcha!” They nod, now typing it in as quick as he can before two blue force fields surround the two, white sparkles now shining off of them before suddenly everything goes dark.
Pray it all goes well.

+--+

As the sun hits their skin, shining down on their eyes, they squint it open to find themselves near the restock station with DoomBringer flipping his hammer with ease. “Cool, now we’re here and stuff, let’s go kick ASS.” “Right- oh jeez, they’ve gotta rebuild it now.” John’s eye catches on a unanchored truck, blocky ingredients falling out. Doom sighs.
“Yup, yeah, anyways let’s hurry before they get away scott free.” Doom shrugs, about to grab onto John’s arm again before he pulls it away. “I would rather you not do that, please.” “Oh- gotcha.” Doom winks, now gesturing for John to follow them as they make their way to Happy Home Residential. He’s quick to follow, of course. Wouldn’t want to get fired on the first day.

+--+

As soon as they arrived, all the chaos is suddenly unfolded right in front of them.
Bricks and plates scattered left and right. Buildings on fire. Many people screaming in fear as stars are implanted on just about once every few blocks. Doom sighs, rubbing his face in frustration. “Great, these guys again.. Alright, here’s the plan-” he turns to John. “I’ll go take on the burger man, YOU go take the- thee. Purple dude, whatever. Now let’s GO!” He rushes off, chuckling as John just holds his sword, confused as he readjusts his tie.
Now if he knew he’d be getting into something like this so early, he would’ve worn something more flexible. With a grunt does he take off, heading to help fellow robloxians evacuate the area safely as DoomBringer is nowhere to be seen just yet. His eyes squint as he heads into a building and digs out a small rodent. Even the smallest of lives matter to him. He quickly brings it out and asks for a young robloxian to hold it while he finds more civilians in the meanwhile. The robloxians whisper to each other, confused by the sudden appearance of a new admin. Ah, the News will cover it later, maybe. Soon the paramedics arrive, taking in anyone and doing check ups to the injured ones during the whole attack.
John searches through the rubble of the houses, sighing internally. He hopes the other admins are able to rebuild the place again..
A figure watches from the forest, John soon sensing their presence. But as he turns, he finds nobody there.
..well this is certainly unnervi- “INCOMING!!” “hUH- OW-” John tumbles back, Doom falling back over a crumbled wall as the hacker chuckles, readjusting his burger cap and fixing up his sunglasses. His hands fidget on the snowball he’s summoned, loud music blaring from behind him. “Chill out, man! Can’t a couple of guys have some fun?” “Yeah!” The three perk up, the hacker seeming confused before smiling in joy. “Noli! Did ya-” “Mhm! They’re aaall planted around.” Noli snickers, the bells on their Jester Cowl jingling slightly while he claps his hands. “Just as ya asked, 7!” 007n7 smiles to them, the two glancing to each other for just a second. A second too long, which was all that was needed for Doom and John to bounce back up and attack the tan hacker. At least MrDoomBringer was. Noli stumbles back before calling out to their partner in crime. “N7-“ “HURRY UP AND GET TO IT- OW- I’LL BE BACK IN A BIT.” He yelps as his leg gets swiped from under with the ban hammer, Noli looking in worry for a second before nodding. He then perks up once realizing that the new guy is still there as he readjusts the star pin with his eyes narrowing. “…sir.” “Yes?” John responds, tilting his head as he glances to his blade, then back to the purple hacker. “..good luck catching up, if you even can!” Noli snickers before summoning a panel, quickly tapping through arrows before selecting a button. And just as you know it, the sword that John was wielding was no longer in his hand, but rather in Noli’s. They smile to him before scrolling through the tab again and enables yet another button, a few black squares that are framed red and purple appearing beneath him as he waves farewell and closes the c00lgui, stuffing it to who knows where before flying away as he closes his eyes..
John in the meanwhile gasps before frowning hard, tugging at his tie in frustration before following Noli in a rush. He would complain, but at the end of the day this is exactly what he signed up for, so he better get used to it. He hops over the rubble of the remains of homes and stumbles forward after tripping over a few implanted stars, flinching as if it’d explode on him any second before continuing forward. Noli huffs in annoyance, quickly summoning the control panel yet again as he scrolls through, then smiles as he lowers himself slightly. John lunges to them, eyes narrowed.
And then does he click the :fling.
But only when John Doe grabbed his leg. Both their eyes widen, panic quickly spreading throughout their expression before flicking their gaze to one another. And then both are instantly flung across, both holding to each other in fear as both bodies are bouncing off the debris and trees, the hacker and defender spinning in the air.
Oh this is SO nice, surely. He hopes Jane won’t freak out.
The same can be said for Noli with 007n7.
Speaking of, 7n7 and MrDoomBringer combat against one another, Doom glaring daggers as the snarky hacker snickering with a shit-eating grin, readjusting his glasses as he fidgets with the speedcoil in one hand and c00lgui in the other. “JUST W H A T ARE YOU GETTING OUT OF THIS?” Doom yells, tail lashing with frustration. 007 shrugs with a bored expression. “Just experimenting.” He says, unfazed as he rolls his eyes from beneath the glasses before readjusting the speedwalk overdrive option. Doom lunges forward, preparing to swing his hammer. And just like that, unimpressed, does he quickly shift his hand to the button that teleports him forward. He disappears just as he was about to be struck, a now slightly startled expression on his face before chuckling and readjusts his speedcoil. He then teases the other, mocking the admin as he throws a snowball to the other that he summoned before speeding away. Doom grunts, shivering from the sudden coldness before dashing towards him.
“COWARD.” “Nope, just being smart.” He sneers, rolling his eyes as he looks for Noli. They’re so close..
A faint scream- no, two of them, are heard in the distance, striking the currently fighting hacker and administrator with confusion. He sighs, wondering what it was now. And just like that, a sudden ball slam into him, knocking 007n7 out of his path which he runs.
“SEVEN-” A panicked shriek from the purple hacker sounds out, Mr. Doe having a tight grip on them as they fling away once more before spinning on the ground, heading far away from n7 and Doom. They glance in confusion before 007n7 darts instantly towards them, DoomBringer rushing over as well.
Upon the two crashing down and into rubble, earning them a few notable injuries, Noli instantly socks the other in the face, eyes narrowing as they try to shove him away. “LET- LET GO-” “Can- ow- ow OWW KNOCK THAT OFF.” John grunts, frowning heavily before using one hand to partially release Noli as he headbutts the masked one, earning a grunt before pressing his knee against their stomach harshly and grabs their wrists, quickly flipping him onto his stomach and on the ground as he holds him there, grip firm enough to not loosen up, but gentle as to not hurt the other as much as he already has. John narrows his eyes. “Yknow, with that panel of yours you really could’ve become a great ally.” A pause, it going silent for a bit, presumably bitter from the defeat Noli has faced. “..it’s not mine.” John perks up, face now slightly confused. “..then who-” just as he nearly finished the question, a rounded rock launches at his arm. Wincing, does he snap his head to the direction, only to be met with a foot to the face as he’s launched back a bit, yelping. He releases Noli, holding his now bruised and cut face while he squints a bit. 007n7 glares daggers to the other, putting away the slingshot he was holding before bringing the purple hacker close to him and summoning the gui, now quickly holding down on the teleportation button. It staggers, the panel lagging slightly. Doom follows from behind, tail lashing wilding behind him as he holds his hammer with a deathly grip, the handle biting into his flesh as he lunges towards the hackers.
But then, just as they were both about to be struck, they vanish, the hammer missing.
And instead, slamming directly into his new coworker’s face as he staggered and tried to sit up.
Oh.
..goddammit.

+--+

“WERE YOU EVEN THINKING??” Jane yells at Doom, who simply shifts his posture as his tail lowers and heads between his legs. She sighs heavily, rubbing her face in frustration as John rests in the medical bed, face bandaged and having an ice pack rest on the small tray besides him. “I don’t know WHY Builder entrusted you with watching over him- it could’ve been me, it could’ve been Clockworth, it-” “Jane, that’s enough.” John speaks up calmly, Jane glancing over to him with her facial expression now soft as she nods. He gives her a small smile before looking back to Doom. “..apologies for what happened earlier, Doom. I- probably should’ve
braced myself. And got properly suited.” Doom perks up, then forcefully chuckles before waving his blocky hand in dismissal, tail tensing a bit less. “Nah, you’re fine. I should’ve- been keeping my whole feelings and stuff in control. Me and them got a loong history and stuff.”
John chuckles before going silent, the bruises and cuts aching. Eventually does he speak again. “Yeah, I could tell. Especially on the news.” He snickers, Jane looking relieved a bit as she heads besides him with a hum. Doom sighs and glances away.
“Yeahhh- like I said, a loooong history.” His tail flicks as he crosses his arms. “Oh- by the way, they left the sword thankfully. So don’t worry about thinking you lost it.” “Oh thank goodness-” John breathlessly says, throwing his head back and onto the pillow, Jane and Doom snickering. “Well, I gotta head out and patrol. Hope ya feel better soon, Johnny.” “..Thanks, Doom.” John says, a bit confused as Jane glares daggers to it, who giggles before nodding. “Alright, peace!” Doom cheers, and just like that does he zip out the recovery room, to go to his possible duty right now and to avoid another scolding from the woman.
Jane glances back to John, face having a soft smile from the woman he loves. “Want me to grab ya some medicine, John?” John stops, thinking for a bit before nodding. “Yeah, the- wounds should take a bit of some time to heal, thankfully.” “And what about your tooth.” “..I’ll buy a fake soon-” Jane chuckles, rolling her eyes before nodding and going to put her hand on John’s. “Gotcha, okay then.” She pulls his hand to her lips as she gives it a gentle kiss, humming softly before rubbing the back of his said hand.
John smiles with a content expression, eyes droopy as her dream-like appearance metaphorically glows.
His eyes flick to the window behind her.
But soon widen a bit, caught off guard.
The figure was gone from the distance so suddenly.
..yeesh, he was hit in the head hard, he supposes.

+--+

“Oww-” Noli wines as the gauze spreads gently across his wounds, the latter getting bandaged up.
“Shut it, you shouldn’t have been doing that to an admin anyways. They only hire the ones who are stronger anyways.” 007n7 sighs, rolling his eyes as he tightens the bandage on their head. “Dude, you do that too- OW- okay you’re just doing that on purpose now!” Noli says in annoyance. 7n7 doesn’t say anything for a bit, remaining silent… until a small snicker sounds out. Noli stares at him, then soon do they gasp in mock offense, gently slapping his shoulder. “SEVEN! Why youu..” This prompts 007n7 to hold down a giggle, causing his shoulders to jerk. Noli tries to keep his frown pointed down, only for the corner of his mouth to twitch up.
Soon do the two burst out into a giggling fit, Noli gently shoving the other in a loving way while 007’s grip on the bandage roll tightens. “You’re so stupid-“ The masked one forces out eventually once they catch their breath, n7 smiling widely as he rolls his eyes. Soon does he finish bandaging the other up, now going to pack up the medkit, only to feel a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, nuh uh. I haven’t patched you up yet.” “Nolls, I don’t need it-“ Noli shakes his head. “C’mon, take your shirt off.”
A pause between the two. 007n7 slowly turns his head to him, a slight blush seen brushed against his cheeks. “..what?” “YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.” Noli shouts at him, pink across his own cheeks. 007n7 laughs before complying. “If ya insist. Not that I would've mind.” “Shut up.” Noli lightly smacks his shoulder, n7 grinning mischievously as he lifts his shirt off and onto the floor, back facing his partner in crime. Noli gazes at the wounds, hand reaching for the medkit.
“Hey, Sev, look at me for a second.” He demands, 007n7 seeming confused as he turns his head to glance at him. “Hm? Is something wro-“ Noli’s lips are soon touching his, the hacker’s eyes wide with surprise… but soon melts into it, the purple hacker’s hand on his cheek. It lasts for a bit until Noli pulls away, smiling a bit. “Sorry, had to recharge. Back to the main objective.” He smiles more, now grabbing the medkit and dragging the supplies in it and out from it towards him. 007n7 just nods and looks forward again.
He’s such a dumbass.

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2x2 sleeps above the soft padding of the clouds, the comfort of bark being gently pressed against xeir skin while the soft breeze hits their feathers. The six pairs of wings twitch ever so slightly, the sky setting a calming and lazy mood.

As for the being made of multiple, they wait patiently for the creator to awaken. Their jagged tail twitches ever so slightly while their chest fails to raise and fall. Finally does 2x2 slowly awaken, groggily glancing beneath him to see TheC0mmunity. With slight annoyance do they huff before sitting up, rubbing their face fiercely. “..you may speak, C0mmunity. But make it worth my while.” It instantly nods, their bag crinkling a bit as their blocky hands clasp together. “Of course. Many thanks.” Their voice echoes with many different pitches and tones. The Lord nods tiredly. “Hurry hurry. I don’t appreciate stalling.” Xe says sternly, in which he earns a stare and silence, what presumably is a glare. It then moves once more, chains rattling against each other.

“Have you been keeping eye on the others?” It asks, voice faded. 2x2 nods, eyelids drooping from the disturbed rest it never actually needs. “..yes, I have. Why, is something terrible happening?” It shakes their head, tail twitching as the chains clank against one another. “Not yet, no. Though be wary of the pale yellow.” “Why? Which pale.” “Cannot say.” One out of their four eyes twitch, glaring at them. “And why not?” “We were not created to prevent, only to caution. You yourself should know this. We would not exist otherwise.” 2x2 nods, wings twitching and ruffling a bit in agitation. Right. Right.. “Of course. How could I have forgotten. Thank you, C0mmunity. I will be wary for.. Whoever this pale yellow robloxian is.” It nods.

“..oh, speaking of what is happening beneath me, how are things going with The Adversary, any sign of them?” “No.” It responds blankly, the scribbled void eyes on the bag glaring to them. Xe blinks, then makes an annoyed chirp. “And why not?” “Because of the sudden spike in hackers and exploiter cases. Though there are a certain few.” “..and you cannot say whom.” “I cannot say whom.” “Lovely.” They sigh in exasperation, head hanging low. “...Let me know immediately if any of the admins spot them. Or- shelter them. I know a certain someone who would do exactly that.” “I will.” “Thank you, C0mmunity. Blessed day to you.” “Same to you, Xir.” And so the god lays back down, eyes closing sleepily as he returns to his slumber. TheC0mmunity watches for a bit longer, its stiff body slowly detensing as the chains tighten.

Oh how it hates the restriction of motion.

But this is punishment, is it not? With an echoed sigh do they walk off to a purple block, teleporting instantly to a different part of the land. It walks to the edge, glancing down to the void. The odd circular barrier-like thing spins quickly, having TheC0mmunity fall into its trance momentarily before shaking it off.

Their blocky hands hesitantly reach for the chains around its torso, now firmly tugging and twisting it, the bag on its head concealing many emotions and the ruin of which be their face. Their tail lays limp on the ground all the while it continues to stare down. Soon does the small fidgets of the chains turn to desperate attempts to tear it off its flesh, echoed whines and agitated growls growing louder by the second. It hurts to know it all.

And yet not able to step in to prevent it.

Everything happens for a reason.

Everything happens. Whether deserved or not.

They’re so sorry, John.

..best prepare them for March, huh.

The same day of their marriage will be the same day of his downfall, it seems.

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IM SORRY FOR JOT POSTING THE 9th CHAPTER YET bed rot has come to claim me… BUT I SWEAR ITS LIKE ALMOST DONE. THERES GONNA BE A COOL ASS FIGHT AND A SMALL REVEAL TRUST TRUST
I’ll post it soon after this chapter🥹🥹 believe me… heh
Also I’ll be deleting this note in a day shhh