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Stupid.
This is STUPID.
The one thing 1x4 can describe this foreign emotion he keeps feeling. It was really stupid, more stupid then Shedletsky! And he HATES Shedletsky with burning passion.
He wanted to ELIMINATE this feeling. It keeps creeping up to him whenever he saw him. Whenever he sees a glance of him, be it just his clone or his real self.
That stupid glasses of his that's always tilted, that tangled hair of his he never combs, his unkempt self and haggard face. It was as if he doesn't take care of himself properly! It frustrates him. It REALLY frustrates him.
He just want to go up to him, hug him, cuddle him up with a blanket and give him the utmost care he truly deserves and it's just really STUPID.
How long can he do this? He wanted it GONE. He didn't like this emotion he keeps feeling towards that man, that man who always keep him messing up his head!
Every single time he thinks of that man 007n7, his attacks becomes sloppy and his mind will trail off to his delicate face wondering what different faces he can create other then his anxious and awkward expression.
1x4 really was trying to delete this-- to TERMINATE these emotions. He need to do it. He shouldn't feel such thing. He can NEVER feel this kind of emotion. He is HATRED himself. The embodiment of a deity's hatred. A godly being who shouldn't fall for a measly pathetic and WEAK mortal.
Though, was it really a bad emotion? 1x4 doesn't know. He never questioned it and he never gives it a chance. He feels like those emotions are for the weak. To fall in love is something only the weak can have.
He is supposed to be a god. A being who is above everyone who holds no remorse and feel anything else but Hatred. But why? Why is HE. THE 1x1x1x1. Feel such weak emotions?
There is only one answer he can give. And it must be something wrong about himself, maybe that puny mortal 007n7 fooled him. He was still the renowned hacker of Roblox at his prime even he knows who he is. Yet, this weak and pathetic exploiter dare to defy THE 1x1x1x1?
That is something he cannot forgive.
A new round has started and 1x4 was lucky enough to be the next killer. He wanted to remove these emotion. QUICK. And he needs to find this man, 007n7.
007n7.
A name he cannot get rid off his head. It was annoying him.
1x4 went around the map and saw somebody, it wasn't 007n7 but Chance. One of the few pests who sticked around 007n7, he was an annoying one. He wanted that grin to be ripped out of his face. He immediately went and ran to him using his entanglement ability hitting Chance.
Chance took notice of 1x4 and tried to shoot his gun to him but unluckily for him the gun didn't shoot.
"Ahhh shit...."
Chance tried to run away but 1x4 catched up to him making 1x4 used his daemonshank to stab and pin his left Rm down to the floor making him fall along.
"Y0U. Y0uR'3 0n3 of th0s3 P3STs th4t st1ck ar0und w1th 007n7. N0w 3n0ugh t4lk1ng. 4nsw3r c4r3fully f0r Th1s a g4Mbl3 f0r y0ur lif3. WH3RE. 1S. 007N7."
1x4 demanded digging his sword deeper at Chance's arm making him winch in pain yet he still retained his usual smile.
"WOW WOW! C-calm down- But- I don't know where he- OW OW OW!! I SERIOUSLY DONT-"
Before Chance can finish what he was about to say, 1x4 sliced off his head with ease before pulling out his sword from his arm.
"Us3less."
He was growing impatient. He knew that Chance person was gonna be useless to find 007n7. He went around the map looking out for the rest of the survivors, if he can't find him then might as well just KILL every single one of the survivors until he is the last one standing...
He teared out his eye temporarily making himself blind yet see the survivors aura, there was one silhouette that was far away from the rest. He guessed it was 007n7 but he will savor him later. He wanted to make sure that man suffers a lot for doing this to him. Thinking what kind of expression he would make as he does so makes him feel something...
Yet he ignored it as the same thrill he gets from successfully killing these immigrants one by one. He went around the map going through the different survivors he could find though his mind was being plagued by none other then 007n7.
"UURGHHH!!!! G3T 0UT OF MY H34D!!!!"
He screamed before throwing a mass infection and slashed around to the nearby survivors like a mad man, he was really getting frustrated making his moves we're getting more reckless and dangerous.
The survivors had been taking notice of this behavior of 1x1x1x1, mumbling there, screaming here and shouting things that something is affecting his mind. It was really a nightmare for the others as they try to run away from a rabid dog.
Meanwhile, 007n7 was at the furthest corner on where 1x4 and survivors were. He could hear the distant echoes of his teammate's screaming. He was really nervous and even afraid.
He couldn't do anything to help his own teammate's from danger, when he can only protect himself. He felt guilty for being useless among everyone. It was already bad enough he was a renowned exploiter now he was being useless?
Those thoughts we're glued to 007n7's mind. Forever stuck as a useless survivor in the group. He can't heal like Elliot, he can't shield like Dusekkar, he can't stun like Shedletsky and neither can he place traps like Taph.
His own abilities we're just for himself. Sure, Noob has abilities to protect themselves only but the fact 007n7 was like the outcast of the group was just taking a large toll on him.
Chance and Guest1337 tried to open up to him yet something crept in his mind that makes him feel so....pathetic. He wished he could be better then this.
Before he could hate himself more, it was now just him and 1x4 alone. Everyone else we're dead now. Whenever it was last man standing, he felt himself cower behind a wall in fear, teleporting away using his gui and hide somewhere and wait until the round ends.
Sometimes he does find himself giving up, tired to keep trying to survive as pathetic it was...But, why should he live when the others don't? It just seems unfair.
"007N7."
ah.
007n7 was lost in thoughts that he forgot he should be moving around when he was the last survivor.
1x1x1x1. A man full of hatred stood in front of him as he sat on the floor at some random corner like a tiny mouse finding themselves in a predicament.
"1x1x1x1..."
007n7 spoke his name without much thought which he gave himself a slap in the head for being an idiot.
"Y0u... St0p th4t."
"H-huh-?"
It was then 1x4 grabbed 007n7's arm pulling it away from his head. His touch was gentle, as if he was treating 007n7 like a frail glass artwork much to 007n7's confusion.
1x4 was already questioning why he was doing this. The fact he has 007n7 in a corner like this was thrilling enough but why is he treating his own victim like some fragile thing??? The way 007n7 look at him with confusion and so vulnerable too-
"...Y0u h4v3 ey3bags und3r your ey3s... Y0u h4v3n't been t4k1ng car3 of y0urs3lf hav3n't y-"
"Ow-!"
007n7 winced in pain feeling 1x4's grasped tightening around his arms while his sharp claws dug in his skin making it bleed though 1x4 didn't intended to do this making him immediately letting go of his arm which was unlike him.
"M0rtals and th3ir delic4te skins, typical... 007n7, th3 f0rm3r expl01t3r and f4ther 0f C00lkidd. Y0u sh0uld tak3 care of y0urs3lf mor3. Ev3n I not1c3 h0w b4d y0u look l1k3 comp4r3d to the oth3rs. S00n en0ugh y0u w1ll just b3 l1ke th4t cult1st."
1x4 spoke with a more gentle tone than usual which made 007n7 even more confused. What was the reason for his words?? To taunt him? But it doesn't seem like the case by how he spoke it??
"F0CUS 0N M3."
1x4 went and stabbed his sword just an inch close to 007n7 making him startled and break from his own thoughts. 007n7's eyes followed the blade until to 1x4's eyes.
"S-sorry..."
His ruby like eyes were staring down at him, those fierce eyes then softened once 007n7 was now focused on him. Only him. He didn't like how the man would always wander around his thoughts as if nothing was important around him, he wanted his attention solely to HIM.
"N0w f0llow my w0rds. 4fter this r0und you MUST e4t y0ur m3als pr0p3rly. Y0u l00k l1k3 y0u c0uld d1e in 4ny m0m3nt. Next, SL3EP. Wh4tev3r is g01ng on, y0u lit3r4lly h4ve the bagg1est ey3s comp4r3d to every0n3. LASTLY, m4k3 sur3 y0u...l-lo...lov- LOVE Y0URS3LF! Ugh... Wh4t a d1gust1ng w0rd..."
007n7 was shock. VERY shock. Even 1x4 himself was shock at himself he was spitting these words to his target nonetheless.
"S3R1OUSLY. IF Y0U D0N'T T4K3 MY W0RDS S3RI0USLY ILL K33P T4RGET1NG Y0U!!!!"
"A-alright...!"
007n7 gulped nervously his words feeling nervous yet...It felt...nice? It was odd enough a killer was giving advice to take care of himself but now he is feeling rather... nice? 007n7 couldn't really describe it but he felt a tingle in his insides... Maybe he is really going to be sick.
The two just looked at eachother for the rest of the round, 1x4 was staring at 007n7 like he was a sculpture in a museum, analyzing him like a new type of specimen. Everytime 007n7 divert his eyes from 1x4 the sword that was launched to the wall only deepens making 007n7 be stuck at a staring contest.
With that, the timer turned to zero. 1x4 pulled his sword away and made a rather annoyed sound before the world warps around them reverting back to the cabin...
007n7 could see that everyone was doing their own things. The only thing 007n7 was thinking was...
'I'm so dead....'