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The embodiment of hatred wakes up in a rustic bed. Clothes and trash are cluttered all over the floor, many of the items ripped to shreds by monstrous claws. 

It’s finally time to start the day, 1x. 

1x1x1x1 was not your average Robloxian. He knew that. Seeing herself in the mirror, with her translucent torso staring back at them, knowing he was never normal in the first place. The mirror has clearly been through a lot; cracks throughout the glass, some pieces of it falling downwards to the floor, and a fog covering it.. 1x only rolled his eyes and finally stands up. 

“Good morning, 1x.” 

There was John Doe, standing in 1x1x1x1’s kitchen. Though, that wasn’t the most confusing thing about seeing the kitchen, and by proxy the living room. Half of the living room was torn apart, showing a view of the other Banlands residences. Looking at the clear hole through her home, 1x only points.

“F1x 1t.” And then they grab a lime, eating it as they leave. Living with John had some perks. For one, he was very polite. He also cooked whatever 1x hunted, not asking where he even found these critters. You can’t afford to be picky in the Banlands, especially with the Admins banning the act of hunting to make them suffer even more. At least John was respectful enough not to rat her out. Or was it the hunger talking?

1x1x1x1 had a specific routine that they kept close to. Mornings were usually to grab a random fruit (if they had any) and say hello to John. John Doe usually would cook whatever was left from yesterday for breakfast, but yesterday’s hunt was sullied by a Moderator patrolling the woods. The rest of the day was for foraging, hunting, you name it; anything useful to survive the pang of hunger.

Today, though, he was hunting alongside another. 1x1x1x1 recently met Azure, a deep purple Robloxian with tentacles protruding out of his back. His hat was old and raggedy, but Azure insisted on keeping it. He was recently sent to the Banlands, taken there by an Admin that thought he was a beast. 

She met Azure one day, while foraging for swamp potatoes. 1x1x1x1 was only looking for swamp potatoes specifically for 007n7’s son, who was craving mashed potatoes and driving the whole complex crazy. Azure was looking at the duckweeds with rapt attention. They noticed each other, Azure being afraid of the “Embodiment of Hatred” at first. But with time, that changed.

Azure was waiting by the riverbed, looking in between the rocks for any crawdads. “H3Y!” The yell was able to get the Robloxian to notice 1x, her white hair tied up into a ponytail. In response, he waves to her. All afternoon, they spent their time fishing in the deeper part of the river, while Azure foraged around for any plants.

Their efforts were not in vain. 1x was able to catch some fish, enough for at least a few people. Azure found wild strawberries, growing by the end of the forest, near the border that few went to. He was able to pluck many of them, as they seem to grow in abundance, carrying them all in his hat. 

After their time in the forbidden forest, they sat down by a hillside, eating away at the sweet fruits. Of course, 1x left some to make jam, knowing that John would absolutely be thrilled by the prospect of eating a proper breakfast. While eating, Azure asks 1x a question about the next few days. “Are you still going to hunt during the Reaping?” 

Oh yeah, the Reaping, as 1x1x1x1 rolls her eyes in disgust. “Y3ah, 1’m st1ll g01ng t0 hunt. Why?” “I just thought that, since this’ll be my first Reaping in the Banlands, if there is anything that I need to expect?”

She only looks away. The Reaping was always looming their heads, especially in this sort of hellhole. Not to mention how her own father had approved of- Noticing how quiet it was in the forest, 1x responds. “D0n’t 3v3r v0lunt33r, 3v3n 1f th3 t3ss3ra3 1s g00d th1s y3ar.” 

Azure nods, now standing up. “If I do get chosen, take care of my hat for me.” He receives a punch to his shoulder, 1x looking angrily at him. But then they let down their fighting stance. And in this moment, where the world is so messed up and hunger is the norm, in the forest they aren’t supposed to even enter:

1x1x1x1 laughs. She laughs and throws a berry right at Azure, and they chase each other in the woods. Away from the looming suffering, they were free to live. Returning to the lake, they splash and swish through the water. Just like children. 

After returning home, 1x sees the living room, horribly fixed with wooden planks. Looking at John, she demands an answer. “So, the only hardware store was robbed again, but even then there wasn’t enough to fix the big hole… Had to go to the shore to find driftwood. Um, I also got us this,” as he holds up a bag of mollusks.

“Thank you,” was all he said, leaving all the things found by their time in the woods. John kept on staring, right until 1x turns around and goes “Why ar3 y0u star1ng at m3?”

“You’re smiling.”

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There was no explanation for 1x’s blush.

Well, maybe there was. John’s comment was still stuck in her head, rent free. The way he looked so shocked, honestly it looked kinda cute- They screamed into their pillow, clawing the bed in frustration. So what if he was smiling? Rolling over to the other side of the bed, 1x1x1x1 tries to sleep peacefully.

Keyword: tries. Laying about in bed, she would’ve slept immediately after a long day of hunting. But still she’s awake. And it pisses her off. Having enough of turning from side to side, 1x gets out of bed, and goes into the living room. 

Usually, the window would be a great distraction from 1x’s insomnia. But the planks, all differentiated, were only letting small slivers of moonlight peeking into the room. He moved onto the kitchen, ready to open the fridge and grab something to eat. Anything to make him more sleepy. 

Once, when he was so young, 1x1x1x1 woke up in a sweat after a nightmare. They didn’t want to bother their creator, Telemon, with such nonsense; Brighteyes wasn’t here either. So she snuck off to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and poured himself a glass of milk.

But sadly, his hands were sore. Telemon’s training has been getting so much worse lately. Her body felt like it was on fire. 1x1x1x1’s hands trembling led to the glass of milk falling onto the floor. The crash had averted Telemon, who now stands before the mess on the floor, and 1x. They don’t speak. They know they messed up. They lost a wing that night.

The fridge they had was a luxury. The Banlands were notorious for having little to no electrical power, one of the many punishments in this forsaken place. It was one of the few things that remained both 1x and John of their old lives. John was the one who found it, and fixed it right up. 1x looks in it; there was some fish left, the mollusks John had taken home, and fruit. But there was also something new that wasn’t there before.

Milk. A whole milk carton, placed right in the middle of the small fridge.

If this was the normal land of Robloxia, it would be fine to see a normal milk carton in the fridge. But for the Banlands, dairy was rare. Only the upper class would have access to actual milk. Usually, it was almond milk or soy. Sometimes the milk was barely holding on from being expired, but still, the people drank it. There was little to no choice in the Banlands. 

So seeing a milk carton, a real one , was unexpected to 1x. She grabbed it and drank straight from the carton. It was refreshing, drinking something that was out of your reach for so long. But they stopped before drinking the whole thing. Milk was extremely expensive, and he knew that neither John nor he would have enough if they compiled their money together. 

There was another way of getting a whole milk carton, one that 1x has specifically warned Azure about before; the Tesserae. Usually, the tessera provided grains and oats, alongside other food items that were a luxury otherwise. But in the more recent years, the tesserae added more supplies the more you applied for it. Then it dawned on her. John barely knew how to hunt. She had taught him simple foraging tips, but nothing when it came to the ocean. The Moderation team also checks the ocean more. 

John had signed up for the Tessera. Enough times to bring home both of these items. 1x1x1x1’s hands clench into fists, ready to punch into anything. No matter how much 1x’s namesake was a personification of hatred, he still had a soft spot for John. They both were cast down here by their creators. His own lover was on the other side, still living the lavish life they should have together. But the Admins are cruel. 

The more times a Robloxian signs up for the tessarea, they would be adding their name more times each year. Of course, people tried not to fall for this trick, but some have to sign up. 1x remembers how many other hackers have disappeared, chosen for the Robloxia Games and never came back. Only a few have actually won. But they live on the other side of the hill, in their Victory Village. 

1x wanted to rip John right out of bed and wrangle him for what he’d done. But she felt tired. Now she was sleepy, right as she wanted to just slap the man for his stupidity. They lay down on the couch, head pounding from all of their rage, just bottling up inside of her. 

Waking up in her bed was unexpected. Her head seemed to feel better, the migraine gone from last night. 1x didn’t want to wake up, but his daily routine would be ruined. They rise up from the bed once again, until they remember why they slept late. Rapidly, she opens the door and runs out of her room, seeing John making some breakfast.

Sometimes, 1x1x1x1 couldn’t control their rage. Blame Telemon, not them. “WHAT W3R3 Y0U TH1NK1NG, J0HN!” Screaming as she grabs the nearest item to throw at him. Which was the calendar, taped to the wall. It missed him, falling to the floor with a thud. He looks away regretfully, as 1x huffs in frustration.

“Listen, before you get mad at me-”

“1 th0ught w3 w0uld t3ll 3ach 0th3r stuff l1k3 th1s! And wh3r3’s the r3st 0f th3 suppl1es?”

“I gave it away to-”

“Y0U WHAT?!”

1x was ready to pounce on John. But he held up his hands, not wanting a fight. He looked so terrified. So 1x relented from smashing the other’s face with her fist. 

“There was this young girl, 1x. Oh 2x2, she was just a kid, and she was so skinny. I couldn’t say no. I just can’t stand there while that pink girl starves to death!” He was tearing up, voice trembling. “And the worst part: she was alone, carrying along her small wagon. I just can’t! You don’t understand!” 

You don’t understand.  

1x stared down in silence. It was rare to see him like this. Suddenly, 1x stands and runs out. She doesn’t listen to John calling her back, saying useless apologies. Out of the run-down apartment complex, 1x catches his breath as they hear the speakers. The speakers throughout the suburban Banlands were barely used. There would be no reason to use them, unless…

Today was the day of the Reaping.

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The Reapings during the first few years were met with hostility and resistance from the Banland residents. Nowadays, nobody even thinks about opposing the Administration. It was a mandatory event, meaning that everyone had to arrive in their best attire. 

Almost everyone. Since more and more Robloxians have been sent to this hell each year, Mods were more lenient and lazy with this forced attendance. That was how 1x was able to sneak away, hunting and foraging throughout all parts of the forest. 

Without the Mods patrolling parts of the woods, it always led to 1x and John having an over abundance of food. They would trade it over to the other residents of the complex, especially 007n7 and his son, C00lkidd; they were forced into the Banlands together, when C00lkidd was just a young boy.

She felt bad about 007n7, always trying to make things better for his son. 1x1x1x1 has also heard that 7n7 had signed up for the tessera so many times, he had about 80 slips added to the raffle each year. It was a miracle that he wasn’t chosen as a Tribute. 

Now stuck by the alleys of the mismatched houses and broken debris, 1x’s mind was racing. She couldn’t be caught, not here. But before his legs could even move, a whistle blew from up in the sky.

There stood a Moderator, flapping their wings right down to where 1x was, frozen in shock. Mods were always different, but only one thing stood the same. Sleek jackets and simple black pants, all black and all with the symbol of Robloxia. Their shoes were almost the same color, shining to perfection. Moderators usually never went through this zone.

Not until later in the day, that is. But because of last night, 1x had woken up late, leading to the Mod finding him. “You know that town square is the other way, right,” mocking her. 1x only sighs and walks to the town square, hoping that the Mod would leave him so he could sneak out another way. 

Sadly, the Mod flew over them throughout the entire walk. Either the Mods were suspicious of their absence from the Reaping, or this Mod was just creepy. He kept walking on, right until he got to the entrance of the town square. Many other Robloxians were huddled up by the side of the square, while some were seated already. All of them were contenders for the lottery, but only a few could be chosen. 

Tributes from many different parts of the greater Robloxia were always wary of the ones from the Banlands. They have been taught that the Banlands are full of Exploiters and Hackers, and cryptid monsters ready to tear them apart. 1x was taught that too, by the Admins. But he knew better to trust their word. 

John will be here soon. He never missed the Reaping. And there he was, standing in some simple blue slacks and a button-down shirt, his vest seemingly missing. His hair was combed to the best of his ability, but the man was in a rush. 1x1x1x1 saw him, and they locked eyes, just for a second. Right until 1x scoffed and looked the other way.

Right into the mask of the Moderator, who was right next to her. “D0n’t 3v3r d0 that aga1n!” The Mod only stared, which confirmed 1x’s suspicion that this moderator was a  goddamn creep. Then, the speakers rung, announcing that it was finally time to start the lottery. All around him, people started to sit down, and the stage was set.

The announcer was a person not unknown to 1x. EarlGray, a spawn of Shedletsky. It took all her power to control herself, to not just jump on the stage and punch EarlGray for even showing his face around here. The Mod, seeing their body language change, grabs a taser and points it to 1x’s head. “Don’t even, embodiment of hatred.” In response, he just rolls his eyes. Tasers barely work on him. Thank his creator for that.

“Welcome to the annual Reaping ceremony, hosted by yours truly, EarlGray. Every year, we arrive in every part of Robloxia to scout out new Tributes to enter the Robloxia Games! Thanks to the efforts of the Admins above, the Robloxia Games will be more grand than ever; and the winner will actually get to meet Roblox himself, for the first time in history! Say it with me now, folks, ‘Robloxia Rules!’ Come on now, everybody!”

After a notorious long chant that 1x was definitely not a part of, it was time for the lottery. Now, because of John’s stupid decision yesterday, 1x had worried that he might be chosen. Not because he cared for him… John knew how to cook, and was the one to always haggle in the market. And the people loved him too. He was always considerate of others, being generous and plain out kind to people. 1x didn’t want to lose that. She didn’t want to lose John.

Azure was safe, she knew that. He recently arrived here, and only had one slip in the lottery. If he listened like John should’ve, he would be safe forever. But 1x didn’t know about himself. He signed up for Tessare a few times before, when it was wintertime and the food was scarce, but not as much as some others had. 

Names were called, and they stood up on the stage, while the rest were waiting in anticipation. 1x waited for John’s name, Azure’s name, and a small part of her waited for herself. One of those names, though, made their breath hitch.

“007n7.” 

A young kid was heard, crying out to his father, while the man walked up to the stage in defeat. C00lkidd; he was bawling his eyes out, trying to get to his father. John Doe was holding him back. Sometimes, when family members were chosen, emotions ran high and in the heat of the moment, they ran to them. It never ends well.

More names were called right after. Many of them were scared to even move, and had to be pulled by Moderators. Speaking of the Mods, the one next to 1x hasn’t moved a muscle, not one bit. 1x watched how the Tributes were standing up on stage, not even having the commodity of seats. The cameras were all on them, the regular Robloxians would see who were going to the slaughter this year. The Banlands were always first to be selected for the Reaping. It was another way of showing the populace to stay in line.

“Pre3typriincess.” 

Now that was a name 1x hasn’t heard of. It took a few seconds for the name to respond. She was young, shaking with her tail between her legs. She was just a girl. A little kid. Someone young, too young-

“FATHER PLEASE!”

“QUIET, WRETCH!”

Chains. Heavy, rough, chains; a green glow emitting from them. There they were, young and scared. Young and forever wingless. Their eyes were dried from crying. All of the Admins were there. All watched as his Creator closed the cage and threw away the key. All of Robloxia watched as a young child was cast to rot in the Banlands.

A child, a young child-

1x was snapped out of his thoughts, people were clamoring that she was too young. But it was EarlGray’s words that shocked her.

“Listen, folks. We hear of your bellowing that ‘She’s too young, isn’t it 12 and up? Well, Roblox himself had the rules changed just a few days before. Now, Tributes can be as young as 10. Thank Telemon for that! Now, miss Pr3ty, why don’t you-”

1x raised his hand, way up. It was noticed by a few people in the town square, specifically John and the Mod next to him. Their words, though, shook everybody to their core.

“1 v0lunt33r as tr1but3!” 

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Maybe he shouldn’t have done that. Maybe she should’ve kept her mouth quiet, watching how the young girl was going to be sent to her death. Why did they do it in the first place? What was the point? But now, he couldn’t go back on his word. Now, all eyes were on 1x1x1x1, the embodiment of hatred, a child of Telemon, and now a savior to Pr3typriincess.

“Oh, what’s this? The embodiment of hatred himself, 1x1x1x1, is volunteering in Pr3ty’s place!?”

EarlGray shouts out to the cameras, clearly trying to hide his shock. The Mod stands up, now signaling to them to stand. 1x listens to them, for once, and walks up to the stage. He doesn’t look behind him, knowing that John is staring. Once she’s on the stage, EarlGray suppresses his shock with a smile, and rolls the cameras to him.

“Wow, folks, this is a new twist that’s surely going to surprise the audience. Now then, since we have everyone accounted for, let’s begin our journey back to Main Robloxia!”

Cameras were still recording 1x and the other Tributes, showing them off to the world. Since the populace was always getting bigger, there was always at least one extra Tribute added to the Games. She must’ve been that extra one. Ha, an extra. Telemon must be proud. But now was not the time to get lost in her own thoughts.

They stop at the Justice Building, one of the few buildings in the Banlands that hasn’t been robbed by hackers and exploiters. 1x had never seen the inside of it, not that he ever was curious about what was even hidden within.

A chandelier, shining brighter than anything 1x has seen before, was the first thing he spotted. The rest of the building was no different. Walls that didn’t even have scuff marks or scratches, clean floors made of pure marble, and each room smelt refreshing, nothing like outdoors in the Banlands. Once inside, every Tribute was taken to a room, made to say their final goodbyes. 

1x’s room was nothing like he’s seen ever before. A beautiful plush couch, made from the furs of some of the softest animals, caught her eyes. They walked over to the couch, feeling it’s silky textures, barely used. He sits right down and immediately melts into it. It was softer than anything he’s ever felt before, and they almost fell asleep.

A Mod opens the door, startling 1x to sit right up. Right, this was meant for his final goodbyes. Alongside the Mod was John himself, still shaken up from the morning. He asks for a bit of privacy, and the Mod simply nods, leaving him with 1x.

“Why did you do that, 1x?”

“Was sh3 the g1rl that y0u gav3 th3 t3ssar3 t0?”

Both questions were blurted out at the same time. John nods to 1x’s question, but John’s question had 1x second guessing. Still, their thoughts tried to come up with something that made some sense, but he had nothing. Then, John laughs, his laughter radiating the room. 1x didn’t understand, but it seems like John had figured it out before her. The man stops laughing and finally answers 1x, his smile still on his face.

“You care, 1x. You cared enough to sacrifice yourself in place of her.” 

She didn't reply, for her throat was closed. John truly believed that they were capable of… kindness. What he did was never heard of in the Banlands. Volunteering, yes, especially for children, but other family members were the ones putting their lives on the line. Not him.

“Time’s up!” The Mod arrives, taking John away, but not before hugging 1x. He didn’t hug back, because he didn’t know how to feel about John’s warmth. It was always bugging him; John Doe, who was the kindest Robloxian in all of Robloxia, cared about her. Cared enough to stay with them during the harsh winters, the times where she was almost caught, every single event. What did this mean? 

They would never get their answer. John left, and another entered the room. It was Azure, and he was holding something. The Mod left without another word, and they were alone once more. Azure was such a weird individual, always keeping to himself and away from others, the polar opposite of John. But 1x felt close to Azure, felt like they could afford to be safe with him.

“Hey, 1x.” The gift he was holding was finally unveiled; a flower-pressed pin. But not just any flower. It was a nightshade, a specific deep shade of purple that was similar to Azure. “Made it just in time before they closed visiting hours.” He chuckles, and gives it to 1x, marvelling at the gift.

“Thank y0u, Azur3.” And before the Mod could enter and take him away, she yells out, “Tak3 car3 of Pr3ty, pl3as3! D0n’t l3t h3r starv3 or 1 sw3ar to 2x2 1’ll-” “I will, X, I’ll take care of that girl and check up on John, I promise. Don’t die and stay strong,” As Azure was taken out of the room, leaving 1x all alone.

Nobody else would visit him, that was sure. Until the same Mod returned, with a new visitor. Pr3typriincess; the girl he saved from the Robloxia Games. After the Mod left, they were left in silence. 1x didn’t know her, and she was probably terrified of him. But she then spoke up, in a small, meek voice.

“Thank you, Miss 1x1x1x1. Nobody had ever done that before, especially not to me.” She was about to cry, and 1x let her. Running up to 1x, she cried on them, cried until she was able to speak once again. “Here, have this.” A simple pink bow, which was a bit dirty. But 1x never cared about such dirt on anything that was hers. 

She left with a bow and a wave, the Mod letting her before leaving 1x alone once again with her thoughts. She clutched both of her gifts and laid back onto the couch. The Mods would give him time to recollect himself, until he would be forced into the station with the rest of the Tributes.

Once 1x and all of the other Tributes were done with visiting hours, they were taken to the Station, a place where only moderation teams were allowed in, and anyone trying to break in were punished on the spot. The Station was where the Banlands connected to the rest of the Greater Robloxia, using a train that was able to cross through at record speeds. 

Appearing at the Station was EarlGray and another person. He was wearing an ice crown and a button-down blue vest, bored out of his mind. 1x knew him. Itrapped, responsible for crashing Robloxia’s economy with his exploiting group, sent here and won the Games just a few years ago. Victors of the Games were forced to mentor the next set of tributes, which explains Itrapped’s attitude. 

“Now that everyone is accounted for, let me see what we’re working with.” He calmly says, looking at every one of the Tributes. He clasps his hands together, and speaks once more. “Seeing how we have an equal amount of Tributes this year, I was thinking…” Then, one by one, he separates each Tribute into pairs. 1x ended up with 007n7, who awkwardly waved to her.

They were shoved into different compartments on the train, each in the pairs Itrapped assigned. 1x1x1x1 and 007n7 both fell onto the floor because of the rough treatment. Seeing the inside of the train, they were amazed. This was turning out to be such an eventful day, and it wasn’t even over.

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The train carriage was extraordinary, 1x’s breath being taken away by the sheer decoration. The floors were of a soft carpet, and the windows even had curtains made of velvet. Such comfort was only accessible to the richest in the Banlands, but even then, there were restrictions. Not in the greater Robloxia. 1x stands up now, checking up on their sleeping arrangements.

“At least there’s separate beds.” Oh, 007n7, 1x had almost completely forgotten about the man. She always kept to herself, albeit the few times they opened up to Azure. 007n7 lived in the same run-down apartment complex, alongside his son. John talked to him more. Thinking of John made her feel homesick, so he focused on 7n7’s words.

The beds were made with a soft cushioning, the pillows brand new. The whole bed looked something out of a fantasy, but there it was, being felt by 1x. The bed he had was taken from the ocean. It took a long time for it to soak up, but it made do. The couch in the living room was used by John, although he mostly takes the floor. After everything that happened today, 1x’s energy was spent, laying down onto the bed, closing her eyes.

Not for long, as fate decided that EarlGray would enter through the door. “Don’t sleep just yet-” 1x didn’t want to deal with EarlGray, and since there were no cameras, he threw a pillow as hard as he could. EarlGray only dodges it, then rolls his eyes towards 007n7. “You must be the Tribute that sadly has to put up with my brother. 007n7, right?”

“D0n’t call m3 that.” Their voice is muffled, still laid in bed. EarlGray doesn’t respond, still focused on 007n7. “Well, since she won’t talk to me, you’ll be coming with me to dinner.” 1x sits up swiftly after her brother’s words. Of course, he’s smug about the whole ordeal, but he couldn’t even get a word in. 1x doesn’t hear him as they enter the other carriage, holding the most exquisite buffet she’s ever seen.

All sorts of food were served to the Tributes. Caviar from all sorts of different fish, placed in small bowls with golden spoons. Assortments of fruits, stacked like it was more of an art piece than a buffet. But 1x was looking elsewhere. Meat of all different kinds, from simple rotisserie chicken to wagyu beef. All of the Tributes never saw such different types of meat in the Banlands, forced to buy or hunt small morsels. One of them, a 12-year old boy who was wearing a huge blue sweater, ran to the section; not even bringing it to his plate, just eating the food right there and then. 

Other Tributes follow, much to the charging of EarlGray, which makes 1x chuckle a bit. As the Tributes were fighting, she only grabbed a few pieces of every type, except for the wagyu, since many of the Tributes were fighting for the last few parts. Security came over and broke up the fighting soon after. 

1x and 007n7 were sitting next to each other. While 1x would never want to make conversation when eating, 7n7 was trying his best to talk to him. “So, uh 1x1x1x1, right? It’s 007n7. I know, I know, it’s a lot to say. You can just call me Seven.” This was getting a bit weird, so 1x cleared his throat to speak. “D0n’t w0rry, 007n7, 1 kn0w y0u. H0w can 1 f0rg3t y0ur s0n?” 

Maybe bringing up his son was not a good idea. But 1x didn’t know that. 007n7 looks at his food, his hand becoming shaky. “H-he’s okay, right?” 1x doesn’t reply, just yet. It’s only recently that she starts thinking about the others left behind. John, Azure, now with two kids joined in the fray, it was too much. “Y0ur k1d 1s r3s1l13nt, 007n7. J0hn’s g01ng t0 d0 h1s b3st tak1ng car3 0f h1m.” It was enough, and they continued to eat. 

While eating the plucked goose meat to the bone, 1x had forgotten the whole reason why she was here, eating away. They couldn’t afford to forget. This wasn’t some fancy vacation, it was a ticket to death itself. If it wasn’t him, it would be the young girl, Pr3typriincess. Her face appears at the back of their mind, still fresh with tears. 1x clenches his fork, now full from the expensive dinner.

Of course, his troubles were just starting. After dinner, each pair of tributes were taken to different train carts, waiting to be evaluated by Itrapped and Earl Gray. This meant that 1x and 007n7 were last, waiting in what seems like a room taken straight out of a mansion. The plush seats just meant for waiting, the floor clean of any imperfections, and the candlelighting giving off a cozy feel. Time has passed, and now Itrapped was standing in the room, glaring at 1x and 007n7. 7n7 looked down in embarrassment, but 1x just rolled her eyes. 

“Hm, what to do with you two? It was already hard making good stories that differentiated between the other ones. The mother and son Tributes, the best friends since childhood Tributes, even the classic rivalry; But you two… Ugh, I’m stumped. And parched. Where’s the red wine? Hello, I asked for something!”

A servant came in at Itrapped’s request, holding the drink and a glass. He takes it from them and pours the alcohol in. 1x looks on in disgust, oh how he can’t stand Itrapped. “Ar3 w3 d0n3 h3r3? Caus3 1t’s ab0ut t0 be 11:00 PM, and 1 n33d sl33p.” “Uh, yeah, no offence, but we need some shuteye if we’re going to be able to function.” Both of them stare at each other, 1x seeing how big the bags were under 007n7’s eyes. He looked like he was about to faint.

Itrapped stares for a bit, then spoke. “1x, do you have anybody waiting for you at home?” She snarls in response. Nope, she didn’t want to talk about anybody. “007n7 here has a kid, something that drives him. You, though, I’m more stumped than ever. I saw what you did. Why did you volunteer? Why did you take that child’s place?” 1x couldn’t speak, throat closing up once more. He knew why, but 1x would rather die than talk about his past. 

“Leave them alone.” 007n7 spoke up, not happy with Itrapped’s words. Clearly, Itrapped’s words were getting to her, and he would rather kill himself than show any other emotion. “You can’t just pry into people’s lives, not like that! I know it’s your job and all, but… Not like that!” 1x1x1x1 just stands there, watching how Itrapped scowls at 7n7. They don’t understand this, not at all. Why is 007n7 arguing with their mentor, the one who’s supposed to help with everyone in the Games, for her. It was too much, so all 1x could do was walk away. 

Walking down the train carriages, 1x sees the door of their room. While it is shared with 007n7, someone he really wanted to avoid for the time being, the man was not here yet. But someone else was. Earl Gray, checking his pocket watch, right in front of the doorway. “You know, your rooms are pretty soundproof,” which would mean nothing to 1x, but he had a feeling. She leads Earl Gray into the room, and locks the door.

His persona breaks in an instant. He looks tired, more tired than even 007n7. Arms are shaky, eyes fidgeting, looking and looking back, for what exactly? “I can’t even be seen with you without your mentor,” he whispers. “1 a1n’t talk1ng to h1m,” 1x whispers back. Then he’s quiet again, and 1x wonders why they even let him in in the first place.

“Shedletsky-”

“Wants m3 d3ad, y3ah 1 kn0w. 1t’s c0mm0n kn0wl3dg3”

“No, he sent me here. Personally.”

“What!?”

“Shedletsky is doing everything to keep you alive.”

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This revelation must’ve been shocking. But before 1x could even ponder his brother’s words, a knock on the door was heard. EarlGray looked terrified for a split second, but was replaced with a smile. He rushes to open the door, 007n7 on the other side. “Oh, hello there. Did I interrupt something?” Both 1x and EarlGray look at each other, but say nothing. She’s the one to speak first. “N0, w3 w3r3 just…” “Catching up, the two of us! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my sibling, and vice versa.”

EarlGray has always been good with lies. It flows so nicely out of him, naturally unlike 1x. They were more blunt with their words, something Azure would tease about. Nodding, he lets 007n7 in and her brother slips right out, thanking them for a nice little chat. Though 1x was confused with the switchup, he didn’t question it. 

Sleeping had been easier in that plush bed of theirs, but 1x’s mind was still on EarlGray’s words. Shedletsky sent out her own sibling to protect her? Was his creator actually trying to keep him safe, or was it a ploy to make her suffer even more in the Games. She could never tell with him; but some part of her gut told her it was both. 

1x had woken up to the knocking of the door. 007n7 has also awakened, his brown hair being a mess. EarlGray’s voice can be heard on the other side, as cheery as he was whenever the cameras are on him. “Come on, come on. No time to waste. Let’s put some pep in our step, and move on ahead to breakfast!” His voice was as grating as ever, but still, she got up to leave. As she opens the door, 007n7 calls to them. “W-wait, I’m not done changing!”

After waiting for 007n7, they arrive at the train carriage, now sitting down with the other Tributes, who all look well-refreshed. Of course, they were easy to ‘understand’ and had interesting stories that would wow the audience over. To 1x, that would be a difficult predicament; finding a story that didn’t involve Telemon at all. Breakfast went by fast, and now they were huddled together with everyone, all sitting ducks to whatever Itrapped’s had planned.

“Now, look at the left, and then the right. Only one of you will make it out, while the rest fail horribly. I’ve trained many Tributes, and all of them died, all because of what? Come on now, tell me how… It was due to their stories. ‘Oh, I was banned wrongfully and want to be free again’ Which is, ugh, so boring. But now, I have a plan to change that. You all have potential. Just hope that potential’s enough for the audience. Now, we’ll be arriving at the Capital in a few hours, so be prepared!”

Itrapped finishes his speech with some wine, and walks away to another train cart. 1x, after hearing everything, goes back to their room to relax. Walking inside, the lights were automatically turned on as 1x grabs a towel from the rack. Having no time for showers back home, since usually the showerhead never works, he bathes in the stream, hidden from view. One time, Azure found her while bathing, which led to an embarrassing moment between the both of them.  

That memory made 1x smile, such a simple moment that could never be replicated. But these showers make do. Somehow, they were able to make buttons for every command, either hot or cold water, or what type of soap will be used. When 1x got out of the shower, there was even a button for automated drying. Her hair became silky and smooth, and he spent the rest of the ride just combing it with their fingers. 

While combing through the long locks of hair, 007n7 had returned, noticing how peaceful 1x looked. She glanced at him, feeling his piercing eyes, and he stammered in response. “O-oh, I didn’t notice I was staring… Sorry.” 1x didn’t reply, just shrugged and continued to take care of her hair. In the Banlands, he cut it when it became too long, not wanting his hair to be too knotted and tangled. But it was growing again. Usually John would help.

“Are you sure about this,” John asked, holding 1x’s hair so carefully. “1 can’t hav3 1t gr0w1ng t00 l0ng. B3sid3s, it reminds me too much 0f… h0m3, 1 gu3ss.” They stay silent for a while. Then, John grabs the scissors, ready to cut. After all was said and done, 1x looked into the mirror, seeing what John had done. It was refreshing to do something that was forbidden; Telemon had always wanted his hair long, but now, it falls to only her neck. 1x smiled, now rid of all that shamed her.

But the moment could not last forever. 007n7 and 1x were both startled by the sound of a loud horn, blasting its noise all throughout the train. A few minutes later, Itrapped barges right into their room. “Have you not heard my words, you were supposed to, oh I don’t know, BE PREPARED!” Screaming the last few words, 007n7 scrambles to pack all of his things. 1x though, only had two things to pack. The pink bow and pin, both such insignificant objects to anybody else; to 1x, they were the closest things to home.

“Come on, I do not have all day! Time is ticking and if we’re even a few minutes late to the Remake Center, EarlGray will have my head. And remember, please just stay still for whatever the prep team has planned for you. Don’t fight it, they know what they’re doing.”

1x didn’t like how rapidly things were going. They were kicked out, forced into a waiting room, and the only source of entertainment were reruns of old Robloxia Games. “And the victor is: Guest-” The television was suddenly shut off by a Mod, the same one that was always hanging around 1x. They were the only ones here, 007n7 leaving a bit ago for his stylist. He hisses in anger. The moderator only chuckles, then lifts up their helmet with ease.

“Wow, 1x, that’s no way to treat your sister.”

Standing right in front of him was SonofSevenless, in the flesh.

“Welcome to Main Robloxia, big bro!”

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His own sister was the one there, menacing with the helmet that covered her face. Without it, she seemed like a nice gal, always cheerful and friendly. SonOfSevenless chuckled at their surprised expression; 1x didn’t say anything, but he did remember his brother’s words on the train. Maybe this was another precaution by his creator, or a way to humiliate her without getting his hands dirty.

Whichever way, it seemed that Sevenless was now staring at him, sparkling eyes boring into their skin. She always had that effect; it was even enough to bring Telemon to his knees. 1x still doesn’t speak. The girl huffs and with the snap of her finger, three Robloxians appear, ready to pounce on 1x1x1x1. “I’m sorry for this, brother, but it’s kinda mandatory.” After she speaks, one of them immediately stabs a syringe into 1x’s leg. She snarled and tried to fight back, but after a few swipes the effects were settling in. 

Pain. Lots and lots of pain. Also laying still. Mercy at the hands of people you don’t even know. He knew his sister was kinda ruthless, but this was completely out of character for her. But they haven’t seen SonOfSevenless in years, not since the day before his banishment. 

Well, they haven’t talked to her in years. It would be hard not to see her on television, as one of the recurring stylists chosen for the Robloxia Games. SonOfSevenless had countless Tributes, making them look outstanding among the rest. It was her godly genes, the other say, that made her better than the rest. 1x, though, knew she always had a knack for design. For the such small amount of time he was with all of his siblings, 1x had seen how all of them act. Call it an older sibling intuition; Some small part of 1x1x1x1 had contempt for them.

Those three Robloxians were muttering words above him. They seemed to be arguing about cutting something off. “...I said so! It’ll be so much easier to manage.” “You cannot; not only does it ruin the look, Lady Sevenless will be pissed!” 1x groaned in pain, and tried to get out of his laying position with no luck. He was still weak from the syringe and its contents. 

“Oh shit, it’s waking up!”

“1 hav3 a nam3, y0u kn0w.”

She was able to speak out in a raspy voice, alerting the three people. One of them left in a hurry, while the others tried to soothe 1x, hoping to not endure their anger. The first one said, “I’m completely sorry for everything, but do not fret, for you have been beautified by us!” Someone else interrupted with “Not until it’s hair has been cut, it has not-”

“SHUT UP!” SonOfSevenless screamed to the two arguing, both cowering and moving out of the way with haste. She strolls up to 1x1x1x1, and playfully boops him on the nose. 1x notices that her outfit changed, now adorning a frilly lavender dress down to her knees. She looked tired, hidden underneath all of her makeup. Those baggy eyes were hard to miss. “I need some privacy,” Sevenless commanded. “You’ve all done enough, team.” Now it was just them, all alone once again.

“What was th3 p01nt 0f that!” Now with the effects gone, 1x had taken to shouting at his sister for everything; No wonder that Moderator was so close during the Reaping. “Listen, 1x, I know you’re angry, but-” She was interrupted by a phone ringing in the other room. “I-I have to go now. Just stay here for now. If you’re hungry, there’s buttons on the table.” And she left them to their own devices.

1x1x1x1 stands in the middle of the room, filled with white walls and a gray tiled floor. A full-body mirror was on the corner of the room. He walked to it, seeing what had changed after those three got a hold of her. Their legs, usually with white hairs, were plucked bare and rubbed until smooth. 1x looked to his torso, which has also been altered. 1x was skinny, no doubt, but something had been done to make the hips more pronounced, making his form seem more fragile than it already is. 

To his surprise, they haven’t done anything to their hair. It was still as long as it was when he was chosen as Tribute. It dawned on 1x that they must’ve been his prep team, under the command of SonOfSevenless. Angry at the thought of his sister betraying him, 1x punched the wall with all her might. Nothing happened. 1x was still stuck until his sister came back.

“Sorry I was so late,” with a speedy apology, Sevenless swiftly entered the room. Ix was still at the makeshift table his prep team used, now eating some finger limes. “Ar3 y0u g01ng t0-” Before he could speak, she pushed a sketchbook, that somehow came out of nowhere, into their face. 

“So, which design is better? I believe that glitches are so overrated, but popular things do get more sponsors. But I haven’t even tried the fire thing before, and I don’t want to harm a Tribute, like, ever! So it’s either the glitchy effect now, or maybe use it when the interviews happen, don’t you think? Yet, I still need to keep the designs in mind with your partner so you’ll-”

“What fuck1ng partn3r?!” 

Then SonOfSevenless went into another tangent, all about how Itrapped got drunk and betting on his own mentees. And the pairing up thing too, something 1x had completely forgotten about until recently. He was still snacking on the finger limes, but more slowly as she listened to Sevenless’s conversation. When she was done, she crossed something on her sketchbook and looked at 1x.

“Measurement time,” was all she said, grinning from ear to ear. With a snap of her fingers the prep team appeared, now holding measuring tapes and pincushions. Cue the montage; the prep team carefully, and with skittish movements, trying  to measure 1x while he just laid there on the table again. Resistance would result in the syringe again, and 1x1x1x1 didn’t want to leave her unconscious body with the prep team any longer than necessary. All the while, her sister was writing notes down into her sketchbook, crossing out things and even flat out erasing them most of the time.

After her measurements were taken, 1x was shoved into a bathroom and told to use certain products on their hair. He complied, but only because of his sister’s nagging. Next, he was taken into another room, more well done with decorative couches, and told to stay still while the prep team did her makeup. None of the makeup was too complicated, simple white eyeliner and clear lipstick did just fine.

Now it was the moment of truth. 1x was about to see her costume. SonOfSevenless was ecstatic to help her brother out when they asked for assistance. It was a simple black jumpsuit, with few white accents done. Their shoulderpads were the most noticeable part of the outfit, adding a sort of sharpness to her own physique. Since his feet were clawed, 1x had given up trying to wear any sort of shoes in the Banlands. But the boots were comfortable; it was either that or the prep team had declawed him, but he didn’t want to check.

Usually during the Robloxia Games, she would be making fun of each of the Tributes’ costumes, John sometimes joining in with some homemade moonshine. But now here he was, in a costume that was surprisingly nice on him. Finally, he meets up with 007n7, who is wearing the exact same costume, except the accents were red, and his shoulderpads were more oval-like.

“Oh, hey 1x. I’m glad you’re okay,” 007n7 says. “...Glad t0 s33 y0u, t00, Sev-” He stops himself for a moment. They were wearing almost exact perfect copies of each others’ outfits. Not even the other Tributes, who were by the carriages, had the slight symmetry she and 007n7 had. They would’ve gone to ITrapped as to why, but he was far away, talking to EarlGray. 1x couldn’t just leave her carriage, as security was by every pair of Tributes.

“Welcome to the annual Robloxia Games! Every year, a select number of Robloxians are chosen as Tributes to celebrate the end of the Old Days, and to welcome a new age. Tune in just a moment folks, since we’ll be unveiling our newest Tributes at the Plaza.” 1x hears the announcement, and lets go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding. They’ll be up soon, after the Tributes from Robloxia’s other lands.

“Here comes Elliot Builder, son of Mr. Builder himself. The guy was a legend in the Games, I hope his son can live up to his legacy!” A yellow-skinned Robloxian shyly waves to the crowd, in which they respond in an explosion of cheers. “Now this you cannot miss, it’s a demolitionist! Wave hi to this gal, folks.” Waves and shouts follow as another Robloxian, covered in a cloak with runes, arrives and happily signs ‘hello’ to the audience. 

People pass through, some of them as young as Pr3typriincess. Two figures were also seen, as small as children but with huge heads. 1x paid no attention to them, but the audience seemed to love them as they were throwing flowers and hollering in laughter. She heard words such as “It cannot be, no way that those are Tributes,” or “They’re so not making it even past the first night.” After a few more rides done by the other set of Tributes, it was time for the ones from the Banlands to shine.

“Okay folks, are you ready?” ITrapped gets a few Tributes settled in, and watches as the first few trickle out with their horses at the ready. They could still hear what the announcer was saying, its voice booming over everyone. It was time to finally see Main Robloxia, and their disgusting citizens in all of their putrid glory. 

When it was their turn, SonOfSevenless was hovering over them with a match. “Okay, this ought to work by now. See ya, big bro!” Flying away, she drops the match onto their shoulderpads, right as they were leaving to see the crowd. “Put my f1r3 0ut and 1’ll d0 th3 sam3 t0 y0urs.” 007n7 only nodded. Then speaks, “Please hold my hand, these boots are platformers- woah!” He almost falls, 1x catching him in time. “H01d 0nt0 m3… n0t t00 cl0s3.” 

“Well folks, now it’s finally time for the rebellious 1x1x1x1 and the notorious 007n7- Oh my 2x2! Lookie here, everybody, they’re clinging onto each other like… like bonded souls? Wow, this must be the twist of the century, even more than Gardenview giving the Games some Tributes. 1x isn’t even angry, he’s just stoic. Is this it?! 1x1x1x1, the embodiment of hatred itself, was tamed by no other than 007n7! Congrats to double o’ seven for doing the impossible.”

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Flames of red and green light up the night; all coming from just two individuals. Both 1x and 007n7 were surprised at how harmless the fire was. “1 gu3ss my s1st3r was r1ght,” she whispered, while 007n7 could only nod in response, too focused on balancing himself. People were cheering throughout the crowd, throwing flowers and waving kisses. 1x was stoic for the entire ride, even when the crowd was calling his name. 007n7 was more social, waving shyly and sending back the flowers after smelling them.

They were escorted to the main stage, where all of the other Tributes were waiting. 1x could feel the cameras on them, projected onto holograms and every device all throughout Robloxia. He wonders if John could see them, watching on some outdated T.V in one of the shops alongside many others. 

Azure would have a hard time finding somewhere to watch; 1x knew he wouldn’t watch this year either way. The pin and the bow were in a small pocket, and she held onto both with his life. She wonders of Pr3typriincess and c00lkidd, the kids forced to join in the Reaping due to the new laws. If he dies, who will volunteer for them? Clenching their fists, 1x starts to get frustrated. His body becomes tense, anger boiling inside of them. 

Then he feels his fist warming up. Slightly looking, they see 007n7’s hand, caressing 1x’s hand softly. Her fist unclenches, leading to 7n7 putting it into a tight hold. “You seem tense. Don’t worry, I think the introductions are almost done.” His words, so nicely said with hints of worry laced under, they confuse 1x greatly. They only look forward, not saying anything back. Hopefully 007n7 was correct. They seemed to be nearing the training Center.

“Oh how the crowd loved you, big bro,” Sevenless cheerfully exclaimed, all the while still sketching. EarlGray also shows up, now sitting next to both his siblings. “It was marvelous, the way everybody was mesmerized by your outfits, sis. Alongside you, 1x. You were elegant!” 1x still feels the warmth of 007n7’s hand, looking at her own to understand why. Does 007n7 really care about her? Or was it a ploy? He had a son to come back home to, and 7n7 would do anything for his kid. 007n7’s kindness was some sort of trick, something that 1x had to be careful about.

He only hears half of the conversation, playful banter between his siblings and ITrapped’s speech about how this year might have a Banlands winner. “All of you were perfect!” The Tributes cheered, for the first time they were seen as something more. Even 007n7 was smiling, while 1x only stared at him. 

“Now then, we’ll have to work our strengths in the Training Center and get a high enough score for sponsors!”

This part would be easy. 1x was always skilled with the blade. According to many, it was in her godly blood. With a few claps of his hands, ITrapped issues the Tributes out for the night. The Training Center doubled as a place to rest for the Tributes, having single rooms for each one.

The other Tributes, the ones not from the Banlands, were on the other floors, all probably angry at the fact someone like 1x could steal the show.

1x wasn’t sleepy just yet, so he wanders off to the elevator, a shining glass one showing off the other floors. “You know, the roof’s super windy and cold at night.” She jumps at the voice, then seeing Itrapped, holding a bottle of wine. “What ar3 y0u d01ng h3r3?” He laughs and says, “I could say the same to you, 1x1. But I’m not here to holler. That’s more like EarlGrey’s job. So go along now.” As he walks to the elevator besides 1x, ITrapped whispers closely in her ear. 

“Your act was the perfect touch of rebellion.” 

Touch of rebellion? Before he could ask, her mentor was already in the elevator with the door closed. She banged on the door, but all he did was shrug and open the bottle. Now, walking to his assigned room, all they could think about was Itrapped’s words. What he did, letting 007n7 hold onto her like that, was an act of rebellion; all because it was 1x who did that.

Everyone else sees 1x1x1x1 as Telemon’s failed creation, a mistake ruining his creator’s image forever. He was hatred incarnate. Sending her to the Banlands was done for the protection of Robloxia. But with how she acted with 007n7, suddenly not being angry all of the time and even helpful; it was a middle finger to Roblox. He was not the monster people thought he was. And people will see that. At least, that’s what ITrapped meant. 

Entering the room, 1x takes off his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Buttons were placed on a table, showing off all the types of food he could eat with just a press. The shower had even more buttons, even more than the shower in the train. With nobody else sharing her room, 1x didn’t even bother to close the door. 

The water was so warm, 1x just wanted to melt into it. A shower would’ve been more productive, but after all of that, he needed some relaxation. The bath was set, and 1x just laid in the water, eating all sorts of expensive limes. The finger limes were still their favorite, taking up most of the plate. 

“So, 1x, do you think you’ll ever win the Games?”

“I have no idea, actually.”

“If we were in the Games, would you kill me?”

“Would you, Azure?”

“Never.”

Sleeping after a shower was not something 1x usually does. But it seems like it’s all he’s been doing after leaving the Banlands. She missed the feeling of sleeping comfortably; the old bed felt like torture compared to this. But waking up to EarlGray’s voice, she will never miss that. 

“Come on, sis! We have a long day ahead of us again.” His voice was still peppy as always. 1x stands up and opens the door, to which EarlGray greets him with haste. “Everybody seems to forget we have things planned.” 1x chuckles at his brother’s plight. “What3v3r. What’s f0r br3akfast?” He’s only ignored, their brother running off to go annoy someone else. She hopes it’s ITrapped.

The breakfast area was already filled with the Tributes, all conversing with one another. Even 007n7 was talking to another Tribute, a woman who was holding her son’s hand. 1x sits down, seeing all sorts of bread and fruits throughout the table. ITrapped looked worse for wear, his clothes still unchanged from yesterday. He also smelt like a bar.

“Have you been drinking on the job again?” EarlGrey yelled out, but he shushes him and slumps down on a chair. SonOfSevenless was also there, eating a fruit salad and deviled eggs. “Oh, morning, 1x1.” “M0rn1ng, s1st3r,” he replies as he grabs some french toast to add to his plate. She still doesn’t know what to say about 007n7’s hand holding onto her’s, leading to him flustering when thinking of it for too long. But he had to be careful. 007n7 might be doing this to mess with them.

“Hi, 1x1x1x1. I hope you’re doing okay.” 007n7 smiles and 1x could only muster out a small “H3ll0” before ITrapped interrupted everybody with a snap of his fingers. “So folks, after this, every single tribute will come to me, one on one, and tell me any sort of skills you excel in. We need to be ready for the Gamemakers.” 

After the introductions in the Plaza, Tributes are sent to the training Center for a week, until they are judged by the Gamemakers, a group of Admins that control the whole arena. It was a score of 0-12, 0 being the worst and 12 being the best. Back then, many of the Gamemakers made it so that only Banland residents were given the worst scores. This had nothing to do with how good you actually are, more so affecting the sponsors you get. 

After breakfast, ITrapped starts the procedure of sending out the Tributes into the main area of the Training Center. 1x was surprisingly first, but he was alongside 007n7, which was kinda uncomfortable. “Alright, tell me your skills.” Both of them were quiet, but then 007n7 spoke up. “1x is pretty good at swordfighting, and… I guess foraging, she’s quite versatile with other weapons too. Me, though, I’m not that strong.” 

She couldn’t believe her ears. Was 7n7 trying to make himself look weak? And versatile with weapons? 1x was talented at swordfighting, obviously, but weapons like the bow and arrow were not her strong suit. “That’s wr0ng! 007n7 1s str0ng, h3 l1t3rally b3at up s0m3b0dy f0r try1ng t0 hurt h1s s0n. And d0n’t f0rg3t y0ur t1me as a hack3r, 7n7!” His face became red, then stammered to try and find a response.

“You’re good-looking.”

What!?

“People are scared of you, but they also see you as some sort of savior. You helped out the entire apartment complex with food, enough for everybody. Everyday you hunt, not asking anything in return. You even went out for potatoes for c00lkidd, when I was sick. You’re good-looking in a way that makes people not say anything.”

Now it is 1x’s turn to stammer. “N0, y0u d0 3v3ryth1ng f0r y0ur s0n! 1’m a h3artl3ss s0ul!” 7n7 shakes his head and stands, “You’re anything but that!” It’s all too much, 007n7’s words making 1x1 feel more and more confused by the second. ITrapped, seeing the madness they’ve started, tries to bring them back to their senses. 

“Alright, we get it. Different skills, okay!” He sighs, then goes back to 1x and 7n7. “1x, you’re talented at everything, but maybe focus on defensive positions rather than being all fierce.” He then focuses more on 007n7, who was still red in the face. “You, I’ve seen your attacks on Builder Brothers, but exploiting doesn’t do well in front of the Admins. Don’t show your physical strength until the Gamemakes call you.”

After they leave, 007n7 goes to 1x and apologizes. “I’m sorry for shouting back there. Do you really think I’m… strong?” She stays in silence, but only nods her head. For the first time in his life, 1x wanted to say sorry too, but their pride wouldn’t let them. They entered the elevator, ready to see all the other Tributes; it was time to go to the Training Center.

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Inside the Training Center, the other Tributes were already there, most of them walking up to the weapons section. But 1x wanted to do nothing with them, so she walked on over to the trap-making station. 007n7 followed him like a lost duckling, sticking by their side. The instructor for the station was glad to see them, since most Tributes probably had little interest in it, and were more inclined to the more physical stuff. 

“Why are you following me?” It was getting annoying, constantly being seen with 7n7. “Did you not know, ITrapped said that we have to stick together. He told me last night.” Of course ITrapped would do something to ruin 1x’s life, the man too focused on himself than his mentees. And all the closeness with 007n7, it was so weird. He didn’t know how to feel about it.

An hour passed, and 1x finished the last of the traps, a snare trap used for small animals. 007n7 was already showing the instructor a custom trap he did while waiting for her. They get up, thank the instructor, and leave for another station. “Where would you like to go?” They turn to 7n7, who looks away for a moment before saying “I’m thinking that we should try out-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, another Tribute runs into 007n7 by accident. “Oh, I’m sorry for that- 007n7!” The Tribute looks shocked, stepping farther away from the ex-hacker. “Elliot! Listen, I’m sorry-” Now near the exit, Elliot only shakes his head, repeating, “Nope, nope, not doing this.” All 1x could do is stand there, watching as this awkward moment comes to an end. 

“Wh0 was that?” For how much 1x1 didn’t stand being always so close to 007n7, he was curious about the whole ordeal that she witnessed. “Someone from my past,” 7n7 whispered, looking a bit embarrassed, hiding his face away from them. 1x1x1x1 looked back to the exit, where some other Tributes were leaving. “W3 sh0uld g3t g0ing t0 an0th3r stat10n b3f0r3 th3 s0ld13rs k1ck us 0ut.” They would’ve left him, but he didn’t want to hear an earful from Itrapped. That was the only reason. Nothing else.

They were now at another station, this time for testing a Robloxian’s knowledge on edible plants and animals. 1x clicked on all of the options that were correct, but 007n7 was having trouble. “Is this plant edible, 1x?” She looks to a plant with little bell-like flowers, the color of snow. “N0, 1t’ll k1ll y0u 1n an 1nstant.” “Oh,” was all the man said as he went on. More plants, animals, and fungi went past 1x1, knowing all of this from her hunts out in the woods.

Despite saying to 007n7 that the Lily of the Valley was poisonous, to 1x1x1x1 herself it was a very different story. Because of his weird biology, he was resistant to most toxins, able to eat plants like the lily of the valley and even plants from the nightshade family. There was a time they even shared a cup of nightshade tea with Azure, who also experimented with poison.

What he would do to just have another taste of that tea, just her and Azure sitting next to each other, watching the world go by. But that will never happen again. No more of those hunts where Azure makes them a new dish, made with their poison resistance in mind. She’s so distracted by her thoughts that he clicks the wrong result, the machine making an incorrect buzzer sound.

“Oof, poison ivy, really? It literally has poison in its name,” says a woman with pink hair, neatly done in a low ponytail. Her outfit was the same as the rest of the Tributes, a training uniform they were forced to wear when entering the Training Center. “It must’ve been a slight mistake, 1x knows a lot about foraging,” replies 007n7, before 1x could even say anything herself. “1 can answ3r 0n my 0wn, S3v.” He snarls the last word out. 007n7 hesitantly says, “You shouldn’t let one mistake ruin your day.”

The woman nods her head. “It’s only a jest, after all.” She chuckles and joins in with them. 1x noticed how fast the woman was with the responses. She pressed away and got everything right, just like him. Though, she wasn’t from the Banlands. Most people from the Banlands were at least adequate at foraging, as it was an easy way to get money and food. It occurred to them that she looked similar, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on who she was. 

Lunch was as extravagant as ever. All sorts of sandwiches, placed onto silver trays that floated from table to table. Drinks that he hasn’t even heard of, served to all of the Tributes. He kept close to 007n7, only whispering. Having too many people in one room just made her skin crawl. 1x also was curious about the pink-haired lady, seemingly disappearing after they were called to eat.

The woman appeared as mysteriously as she did before, looking around for something. A group of Tributes signal her to join them, but for some reason she ignores them. 1x looks to the group, seeing how these Tributes were mostly at the weapons station. “I think they’re Careers,” says 007n7. He would be right, as these Tributes have some sort of polish to them, not coming from a horrid place like the Banlands. 

Careers were Tributes who prepared their entire life for the Games. Trained by either their parents or themselves, they were extra prepared to compete in the Robloxia Games. Most of them volunteered to go. If the woman was noticeable enough for them, it must’ve meant that she was hiding her true potential. Back to the woman, still ignoring the Careers, she walks all the way to their table, where it was only him and 7n7, surprised she’s here.

“Hey there.” She sits down and grabs one of the sandwiches placed there, eating it while drinking some sparkling water. “Sorry for leaving so soon. So, how was your trip here?” 007n7 replied in full detail about their trip, 1x talking a bit in certain moments. He was still wary about the woman, how she seemed so familiar but so different. 

007n7 left for the bathroom soon after, which just left the woman and 1x1x1x1. She motioned for 1x to get closer, to which he begrudgingly agreed to. She drank the last of her beverage, and then quietly spoke. “Meet me at the roof, 10:30 at night. Come alone.” The woman then excused herself, walking away from their table to wherever. 1x was confused about the whole ordeal, and while he needed sleep to be ready for another day of training, she had a gut feeling they needed to listen to the pink-haired lady.

Night fell, and 1x snuck up to the roof, a few minutes earlier than what she said. The lady arrived just shortly after, her hair flowing freely in the wind. “I knew you would make it.” He only crossed his arms and waited for her to speak once again, hoping she would reveal something about herself. She gets back to talking, now in a hushed tone while she gets closer to 1x.

“The name’s Jane Doe.”

That’s when a memory flashed into his head. It was a couple of years ago, where some Moderators had the idea of burning down half the apartment complex. 1x had no idea why, but she had no time to think when everyone was running outside. Everybody but John. He ran inside to find the other man, only to see him hunched over a burnt picture. They took him outside, where the Mods were trying to quell the people from fighting back.

“NO! This can’t be, nonono-” 1x slaps the man, hard. “Calm y0urs3lf d0wn, J0hn.” He doesn’t listen, still mumbling to the burnt photo in his hands. “You don’t understand! It was the only thing I have left… of her.” He starts to cry even harder, grieving in a way 1x wasn’t equipped to handle. “Quiet the man down, or I’ll shoot,” as a Moderator threatens them. She only snarls at them, then moves closer to John’s side. “C’m0n J0hn, pl3as3!” It seems to work, as his cries start to diminish. But when the Mods leave, he only stares at the photo. “My Jane, my darling Jane. If only I could see you again.”

“Y0u’r3 J0hn’s w1f3.” She grabs 1x’s shoulders, shaking him while speaking. “Yes, yes I am! Is John okay? Do you have any photos of him? Please, I need to see him.” 1x1x1x1 doesn’t glance at her, looking to the side. They sigh and recounts everything to Jane. From those nights where they were forced to cuddle one another for warmth, to the Reaping days John always  attends in the same outfit. The times where they both went to sleep hungry, and the fire just a few years ago.

Jane starts to tear up, her body shaking. “He’s okay. Oh thank 2x2 he’s not dead!” Falling to her knees, she’s fully crying, tears falling down her face to the floor. 1x could only watch, but then he also goes down to Jane’s level. “Y0ur husband’s a gr3at man.” She smiles at him, wiping away her tears with her sleeve. “He’s the best.”

They both get back up, Jane looking out to the city, 1x following along. “Who are you to John?” She asked, still staring at the metropolis before her. “Just s0m3 p30pl3 try1ng t0 surv1v3 t0g3th3r. N0th1ng m0r3.” But in reality, they didn’t know their own feelings towards John. It was so weird, how their relationship will never be romantic, but it was still something so cherished by her. How would he put that into words?

“We should go back,” Jane says, walking back to the elevator door. “H3y,” 1x calls out, “Y0u’r3 a part 0f Ma1n R0bl0x1a, y0u c0uldn’t hav3 b33n ch0s3n as a Tr1but3.” It occurred to him recently that Jane wasn’t supposed to be chosen, she was supposedly living a lavish life up here, according to John himself.

A laugh can be heard from her. Jane then waits for her laughter to finish, holding onto her stomach. She looks to 1x1, then speaks. 

“I volunteered, the same as you. And I’m going to win, no matter what.”

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Her presence was gone in a flash. The elevator descended down, leaving 1x all alone on the roof. So now he had John’s wife to worry about. They let out a sigh, then returns to the elevator. 1x was thankful to get inside, the night becoming colder the more he stayed out. The elevator door shuts, and starts going down once again.

Her door was shut. It must’ve been locked after a specific time, to make sure no Tributes had any ideas. No amount of pulling could make the door budge, so he opted for something else. Curling down on the floor, 1x thought to himself, trying to make sense of Jane’s last words. She volunteered, all on her own; would the President even allow that? Or were her words just a bluff, and this was a punishment for something else?

1x slurred awake to a frantic EarlGray, whose hair was disheveled and clothes all unkempt. “Not you too! First, it was your excuse of a mentor, then even the prep team, now this. Keep-” She pushes him away, still a bit groggy from sleeping on the floor. “K33p what, 3arl!” Their mood was soured from such an unbearable morning, lashing out at her brother. He’s startled, but manages to keep his composure.

“Nothing, dear sister. You should be at breakfast, heard they made something with a cilantro-lime drizzle, according…” Her brother trails on, while 1x stands and walks all the way to the dining room. ITrapped is seen, dozing off next to a bottle. “Oh, don’t mind that drunkard, 1x, go on and eat to your heart’s content!”

Thankfully, 1x leaves the dining room after a while. Now she’s still joined at the hip with 007n7, who looks around nervously. “L00k1ng f0r that b0y, st1ll?” The man jolts in surprise, but relaxes when he sees 1x. “Yeah… I just don’t want a repeat of yesterday.” She moves along, 007n7 following her to a station with nobody around. The instructor glared angrily at the ex-hacker, but 1x growled in response. He had no time to deal with the man’s past coming back for him, especially when they had to prepare for the Robloxia Games. They backed off, but 1x was not having it. “L3t’s l3av3, S3v3n,” 1x says, and they walk away.

At another station, 1x was having trouble with the whole camouflage setup. Even 007n7 was not faring well, too used to using exploits to make himself disappear. Another two Tributes entered the station, but 1x1 was too busy to even notice them. Not that he would’ve since these two were smaller than even C00lkidd. 

“Hey, miss? Can you lend me the green paint,” a small voice asks. 1x turns to whomever had asked, but nothing was there. “Um, we’re down here.” He looks down, and sees those two weird looking Tributes she saw before, remembering how the crowd of Main citizens were laughing at them. Big black eyes stare right at her, so unnatural with how they look. Though, 007n7 seems to recognize them.

“You’re from that show! Oh, Dandy’s… something, I keep on forgetting. My son loves you guys.” One of them seems to beam at the comment, but the other doesn’t. “Well, a fan of our show is a friend of ours, right Boxten?” Boxten, the box-headed Tribute, only nods. The other toon then looks to 1x once again. “Oh, wait, I forgot, are you still using the green paint?” To 1x, these Tributes were akin to children. Young children who shouldn’t even be here. It enraged him to their core.

They continue in the station, finding out a bit more about these Tributes. They were made to be a part of a show, and an educational center too. Toons, they were called, who were living and breathing characters come to life. “I’m Poppy, and my favorite drink’s soda pop!” Said Toon was too cheerful, too innocent to even be in the Games. 

1x wondered how they were faring, even after the Training Center closed and he was forced to eat in the dining room with the rest of the Banland Tributes. Apparently, so was 007n7. “I wonder if they’re getting the right amount of nutrients,” worrying over them like they were C00lkidd. “Th3y’ll b3 f1n3.” At least, until the actual Games begin; but 1x kept his mouth shut to not worry 7n7 even more.

More days passed, and there was no sign of Jane Doe. On the day of the private session, where he would need to show his skills to the Gamemakers, she appeared once more. 1x wanted answers, to try and comprehend why she even chose to be here. But she evaded his questions, slithering out of the center with haste.

He was called near the end. Entering the large room, she’s met with no eyes on her. The Gamemakers, in all of their glory, were eating a huge feast. 1x just stands for a minute, then walks to the weapons. They see some swords, beautifully crafted blades untouched by age or use. 1x1 grabs them with extreme haste. He was almost too giddy to use proper weapons again. The Gamemakers were not watching him, which didn’t matter if he could still use the blades in his grip. She readies her stance, and attacks.

Slice through slice, all without fail. The dummy falls to shreds. But the Gamemakers, drinking their expensive champagne, don’t even give a glance. Not even a pain of eyes fell on her. It was enough to make the hatred course through his veins, like so long ago with Telemon. So much pain and agony just to make him- no, the Gamemakers notice them. 1x was shaking, still slashing and fighting, still hoping at least one person would notice them. But nobody does. Just like long ago, where nobody cared about her plight, their sorrow, his neglectful body, the day when they banished him to-

SCR3W Y0U, T3L3M0N!

She throws one of the swords right at the Gamemakers. It doesn’t hit any of them, but it does hit something. A roast pig is seen without its apple in its mouth, the fruit on the wall struck by the sword. The Gamemakers went into a panic, but 1x1 was done with them. He excuses himself, not before bowing down, not meeting their eyes.

“YOU WHAT!?” Screams out EarlGray, worry lined throughout his face. Itrapped just starts laughing, falling onto the couch with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. “By 2x2, why would you- Itrapped, stop drinking on the couch!” 1x only barely listens to his brother, eating more of those finger limes. All of the other Tributes swarmed to him, especially 007n7. All of them were asking questions, but were silenced by EarlGray in a haste. 

“Do you think they’ll replace him,” SonOfSevenless asks to Itrapped. 1x looks to his mentor, whose face scrunches up, then takes a swig of whiskey and says “Nah, it’ll be a hassle to even find someone that looks remotely similar to them.” The television in the room then comes to life, silencing everybody once more. “Holy shit, it’s our scores!” The Tributes sit around the huge couch and some even found chairs to sit on. 1x and 007n7 were next to each other, and 1x felt her hand going closer to his. They stop themselves before he notices.

The scores were usually done together, shown to the entire public. Though, it was only the Banland Tributes that were shown their scores. His sister seems to read his mind, remembering that “A few years ago, a few of the Tributes used the scores to kill all the weaker ones, then worked together to defeat the rest. It was such a boring year!” He rolls his eyes at Sevenless’s expense. “Th3 0th3r 0n3s hav3 th31r sc0r3s sh0wn s3parat3ly, r1ght?” She nods, then returns her glance to the big screen.

“Now, onto the one you’ve all been waiting for, 1x1x1x1! The embodiment of hatred itself; who has a score of… 11! By the Admins, almost nobody had ever managed to get a 11 out of 12 in the more recent years. How did the bastard do it? I guess we’ll find out… At the interviewing ceremony!”

Everybody was shocked at the score. Itrapped looked to 1x1, whiskey bottle empty, and says, “Caleb got an 11 too.”

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“Who’s Caleb?” SonOfSevenless asks with confusion in her voice. Though 1x had a feeling who Caleb was; a hacker who was sent to the Banlands, and paid for it with his life. Itrapped never talked about his friends who also were there during that May. EarlGray seemed to also understand, but more than 1x1 ever could.

Itrapped then sighs, looking to the empty bottle of alcohol. “You should stop the drinking and actually help out, especially for the interviews,” EarlGray reprimands, “1x and the rest need you.” She disagrees, but doesn’t say anything. Her score of 11 dampened the rest of the Tributes, most of them leaving for their rooms to sulk. He did the same thing, entering his room to sleep, but not before trashing the room in a mindless rage.

The next day was busier than ever, no thanks to it being the last day before the official Games. 1x steps out of his room, glancing around to see his brother and sister running throughout the place. She was just getting used to EarlGray waking them up, but now Sevenless joined in. The dining area was full of food, servants tidying up the table. 1x stops in his tracks, a shiver up his spine just from seeing them.

Avoxes; regular Robloxians who were seen as traitors to Robloxia. They were introduced years after the Banlands. While the Banlands were for the most dangerous and monstrous of Robloxia’s scum, the Avoxes were for rebels. 1x didn’t notice them, or more likely he didn’t want to notice them. They were hidden away, probably doing all the cleaning that everybody else wouldn’t. But when they finished, one of them saw her. The Avox looked sick, and only blinked before leaving.

It was such a weird moment to 1x. But that didn’t matter now, with everybody being rushed to breakfast. “So, some of you will be coached together, some separately.” 1x was getting used to 007n7’s presence, so it made sense to be coached together for the interviews. But after eating, Itrapped pulled 1x aside to talk to them. “So, 007n7 actually told me last night that he wants to be coached separately. Which I objected to at first, until… W-well it’s not important, really.” 

When she heard that, 1x tried to wrap her head around 007n7’s sudden change. Was it because of them, his demeanor too cold to even try and form some sort of alliance. Or was it for another reason? Did he see her as a threat, and will ruin her reputation at the interview? All these thoughts, and no answers to them. “W3ll, what’ll happ3n n0w?” Itrapped replied, “Well, your interview training, of course.”

This led to 1x being forced to, alongside a few other Tributes, work on mannerisms. “Alrightly then, try to walk with style now,” Sevenless says cheerfully, all the while 1x is struggling walking with high heels. “H0w d03s th1s equat3 t0-” “Not now, 1x1. I’m busy with your outfit.” When he fell on top of her ‘by accident,’ 1x didn’t apologize, only glaring at her. Then came the makeup; by the end of it, SonOfSevenless made a point to use complimenting colors. 1x agreed, orange didn’t look good on him at all.

Next was Itrapped’s turn. This time, it was all about setting up a story and personality the audience would love. According to Itrapped though, 1x’s charm was “As cute as a rotting carcass.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What 0th3r ch01c3 d0 1 hav3?” Itrapped mentioned his so-called ‘sexiness’, which led to 1x throwing a vase right at the blonde. He dodged it with ease, and they were back to square one. By the end of it, Itrapped sighs. “Just don’t be too harsh, rash, rude, or anything you are. Maybe volunteering was the most memorable thing you’ve done.”

It was almost time for the interviews, and 1x was in her room, trashing it once again. “H0W CAN TH3Y JUST S33 M3 AS ANYTH1NG 0TH3R THAN- UGH!” The door was opened, which makes 1x stop everything. He was about to scream at the person to get out, but who entered surprised her. It was an Avox. The one who looked sick in the morning.

All they did was enter and start sweeping away the debris. As they did, 1x sits down on the bed and watches them. The Avox then sees something that unleashes a gasp from their mouth; the pink bow given to 1x by Pr3typriincess. Right as they try to grab it, 1x1x1x1 snatches it away. “Th1s 1sn’t trash!” Though, the Avox was only concerned for the bow, ignoring the pin. “G0 away, n0w,” pointing to the exit. The Avox looked dejected, but had to follow orders. As the servant leaves, Itrapped appears once more.

“You better not be talking to it.” 1x glares at his mentor, not saying anything else. “Whatever, just get up. We’re going right now.” She follows him, taking the pin. Though, when seeing the Avox being so interested in the bow, it made them pause. Maybe this Robloxian was connected to Pr3ty in some way? “Hurry up!” Itrapped’s voice was hoarse, probably from all of the alcohol he’s been consuming non-stop. It was grating to 1x’s ears. He takes the bow too, now out of the ruined room.

“Ready for the interviews today, folks? I know I am. I’m your host, Scripter, ready to introduce everyone to this year’s Tributes. C’mon everyone, say it with me now; Robloxia rules! I know you all want to: Robloxia rules! Heh, never gets old. Now then, let’s start out with our best, why don’t you welcome…”

The announcer’s voice was annoying. It had this high pitch that would encapsulate the room with the noise, being loud and never knowing to shut up. Alongside that, it had the tiniest hint of subtle disgust like all of the Tributes were beneath him. Scripter represented all of the people in Main Robloxia, and it was disgusting to 1x1. But he had to keep his mouth quiet. Besides, the people don’t like a rebel.

The heels she wore were less platformed than what he had to endure before, to which 1x1x1x1 was grateful for. But they still dug into her feet. Sevenless, with the help of her prep team, added the last bits of makeup to them. Their lashes were hurting, not used to mascara. When she had to put on her dress, 1x felt conflicted about the whole design. It wasn’t what he would normally wear. It was…

It was completely red. Red satin laid into a nicely tight design right in front of them. The outfit was fine, if only for one thing. A necklace, no, a choker with the symbol of Robloxia itself placed below it; this broke his tolerance, yelling out to his sister that “1 a1n’t w3ar1ng th1s!” Yet, she was persistent, and soon 1x was wearing it with no problem. The dress showed off one of his legs, the other being covered by the fabric. But the outfit wasn’t completed yet; according to SonOfSevenless, that is.

His younger sister was holding a box full of strange particles, red and black squares shrinking and sizing up themselves. “These glitches won’t hurt one bit, 1x. Only a small pinch to put them on. Hopefully, they end up better than last year.” Glitches were fairly new to 1x1, only seeing them become a popular trend just a few years ago. She remembers how one year, the glitches caused corruption to many Tributes, leaving only a handful who survived. 

Waiting in line for the interview was torture. The only thing 1x could do was look around to see all of the other Tributes and their outfits. He saw Jane, her white dress dragging along the floor. It looked like something out of a wedding; she was the first to be interviewed, cheers and shouts coming from the live audience. He scowled at their applause, and it seemed he wasn’t the only one. Many of the other Tributes shared her sentiment. A long line of scowls and waiting, the only thing keeping them from going off would be the Moderators pacing the halls. 

It was now 1x’s turn to walk up. A Mod in the back, and another in the front, both leading her to the bright stage above. Scripter falters his smile for a second, looking at the Mods who just shrug. He then adjusts his tie and calls 1x1x1x1 over, to which they hesitantly do. “So, you’re the one that they’re all talking about,” smirking as he speaks, “Oh by the Admins, I can’t believe how popular you are!” 1x only shifts in her seat, visually uncomfortable with how the people look at her. “S0 what, 1’ll d13 anyways.”

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but the Robloxian before him only laughs it off, then turns to the onlookers in glee. “He’s saying to sponsor him, by the way. Doesn’t he have a way with words, guys?” The crowd cheers as loud as they can as Scripter stands up. “Isn’t this dress so beautiful, dear audience,” as he grabs their hand and makes her stand, showing off the outfit to everyone. “Can you spin for us?” “N-n0,” was all 1x says, making space between himself and Scripter to sit down once more. 

“How rude,” feigning being hurt, the host slumps down dramatically, “But you’re so lucky, your time is up!” 1x walks rapidly off stage as 007n7 walks up. He hated how the spectators made him feel like some lowly animal in a cage, being poked and prodded at for entertainment. But she clenched her teeth and moved down the steps as Scripter introduces 007n7 to the cameras.

From the reactions he’s hearing right now, they must be enthralled with the ex-exploiter. Scripter and 007n7 talk like they’re the best of friends, not like the man wasn’t going to be forced to enter the Robloxia Games because of a lottery. They take turns even comparing all of their exploits, confusing 1x; why is Scripter still an Admin? The viewers are eating it up, though. But things change when Scripter asks 7n7 about his kid.

“It must be hard for you to be without him.” 007n7 shifts nervously, but he keeps composure, or at least that’s what it seems like to 1x1. “It’s hard, you know, cause he wants me to win…” Scripter notices how the father looks, so he speaks once more. “Maybe, if you do win, you’ll also find a mother for him.” Both 1x and 007n7 look surprised at Scripter’s words. “I mean it. People will find you irresistible. Doesn’t your son want two parents to finally be normal?” 

“Well… there’s someone who I really do love. Though, I don’t think they’ll ever love me back.”

“Ooh, you must win this now! Then whoever they are won’t ever turn you down.” 

“They came alongside me in the Games.”

“That must be so horrible to you, 007n7. Who is it? Come on, the people want to know-”

“It’s 1x1x1x1.”