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Blixer heard the noise, nearing him. The emptiness welled up inside him, the hurt, the anger. It all boiled in his mind, pushing him over the edge. Without a second thought, he shot his head down. The sharp pain stabbing through him like lightning. Yet still a smile crept on to his face. Never again would people disregard him, toss him aside. He would never be forgotten, ignored, or hurt. Everybody would know his name, and nobody would escape. This was his revenge for those who had hurt him, and to make sure no one would ever think of him as useless again.
He would be king.
He saw the small Cyan colored block there, watching the gruesome and bloody scene, and could tell this would not be the last time they met. And he could not wait to beat him to a pulp. It was almost time, and nothing could go wrong.
Unless…
Blixer shot up from his sleep, momentarily forgetting he no longer was a small gray plant, but something resembling a monster. He groaned. That dream had haunted him since his defeat, serving as a reminder of his weakness, his failure, or the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he was still his pathetic old self, just stronger and bigger. All the things he so desperately tried to eradicate, but never could. And instead that left him back where he started, his poor small old cave.
The place was harder to fit in than before given his current size, so he constantly hit his head. It was cold, mossy, and half the time wet. But never enough to rid the floor of the blood stains he couldn’t bring himself to clean, which sat in the middle of the floor. He had no bed, no furniture, no nothing. If he wanted food he had to hope there was something good outside, and durning winter he was almost constantly hungry.
And to make it even worse he had a good view of paradise. Hell, he could even see Cubes house. He watched him go in and out almost every day, wishing he could tear that pathetic face clean off. His anger only growing worse.
But still, at the end of the day, it would ebb away, leaving him with the situation he was in, and the hopelessness.
But he couldn’t worry about that now, as a more important need was calling to him. His stomach. It growled, the lack of food causing it to be more noticeable. Because unfortunately it was winter, and meals were scarce. The trees no longer grew fruit, and the animals fled or went into hibernation as soon as the first snowflake fell. His storage had ran out, meaning he had to go out in the cold snow just for a meal.
He shivered just thinking about it. Either go hungry or freeze, it was a tough choice. At least if he froze he would eventually go numb, that death would be hopefully quicker and maybe even peaceful. With that he decided he to brave the temperature, grumbling as he went. He grabbed the small sweater he had that was slowly wearing out, doubting it would help much. And with that he left.
Immediately as he stepped out the wind hit him, causing him to fold his arms. A few kids who strayed away from home saw him and scurried away quickly, earning an almost evil glare. It made him feel a bit better, that his reputation was not lost on the people. But it didn’t help much when the only food he could see was in town. He could practically smell the warm soup being served to those who passed by. If he only had some money he would buy some, but it’s not like he could go and get a job. He actually wasn’t even supposed to be free anyways, he was supposed to be locked up somewhere for the rest of his days, which he considered allowing since at least he’d have food and basic hygiene. That made it seriously hard to go anywhere, with the risk of being turned in. He narrowed down his options, starve, — which he’d rather not — go to prison, scavenge for even a tiny morsel in the woods, or steal. His best bet was to steal, but his size once again became a major inconvenience. There was no way he was gonna be sneaky, and he had lost a lot of his strength from malnutrition as well as just sitting around all day. He had nothing else to do. So he would be unable to defend himself as well as he would’ve hoped. Simply running and swiping from a food stand wouldn’t work either, just like everything else his speed significantly decreased and he felt he would fall right over if he ran. That left him with one last option, one that might’ve made him throw up if he weren’t so desperate. The dumpsters in the alleyways. Out of every place in paradise, those were the most likely to be avoided, so it was unlikely anyone would see him, and all the people with money to spare constantly threw away half finished food. He felt pathetic being reduced to this, and mad. Before he realized it he had dug his claws into his left palm and drew blood. It dripped into the snow, and he flinched. Quickly wrapping it with his sleeve to make sure there wasn’t a trail, he slowly maneuvered through the trees, hunger eating away at him.
The people all seemed happy, laughing with joy, shopping, hanging out. It bugged him. What right do they have to be happy anyways? They weren’t reduced to nothing and ditched in a cave for years, just to come back right after they had done something for themselves. They didn’t have to scrape their way to power such as he did. He seriously wished they were all bowing to him, as they should’ve. They’d be better off under his command anyways.
His thoughts took over his mind till he made it to the alley. The sound of some cat knocking over a can bring him back from his mind. This was it then, he was gonna eat garbage. Even when he lived in the cave before he wasn’t reduced to this, because at least then he wasn’t an extremely wanted outlaw and tyrant. He was just a social outcast. But that didn’t matter, and he couldn’t go back, so he bent his head over the edge, hoping for something edible.
He almost jumped to the sun when he heard an all too familiar gasp. He shot his head up, immediately shot with a wave of dizziness that almost sent him to the ground. He backed a few steps away, cursing himself for acting scared and weak. He tried to put on his scariest face, but surprisingly it was mainly concern he saw on the others face. Sure fear was a big part of it, that was given, but their kindness had somehow won over it. The sad square finally spoke.
“Blixer?” He asked, inching a step closer. Blixer almost snarled. “Your a little too brave right now, one step closer and you can consider your face gone.” With this Cube back away, fear becoming even more present, but yet he stayed. “You look so thin…” He mumbled shakily. “And your bleeding.” Blixer was momentarily confused by this, before realizing his hand wound hadn’t entirely calmed down yet. “Why do you care? You seem to be forgetting who I am. Now hurry off unless you wanna be sent to an early grave!” He started to yell, which surprised him. He normally tried to keep his cool, but the others worried nature infuriated him. Cube flinched, he feet angling so he could properly sprint at any given second. He was meant with a grin. “Yeah, be scared of me. Now get some brains and get out of my sight already. Do I have to ask again?” He asked. Cube shook his head. “Here, I can help you—“
”Go.”
”— if you’d stop being so aggressive—“
”Just leave me.”
“You’ll die of starvation in a matter of days if you don’t get help!”
”Get out of my sight already!”
”Blixer please—“
”I will tear your fucking face off!” Blixer unexpectedly screamed, jolting forward. But before Cube could process it the man lost his balance and fell right on his face. At that moment he didn’t know what to feel, ashamed, pathetic, enraged, a small part of him even wanted to cry, but instead he just layer there, turning over on his back. He couldn’t care anymore, there was no use in trying to be what he once was. His only fate now seemed to a slow and pitiful death anyways.
The footsteps neared him. If he was to die he could at least bring one of his greatest enemies down with him, but he didn’t make a move. He just stared at the sky, the sun directly in his eyes. He closed them, waiting to see what would happen next. He’d probably be arrested, if not just left here in his sad state.
Suddenly something feeling close to a wooded board hit him hard in the side of the head, sending him unconscious. Maybe some worse fate was in store for him, who knew.