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Who knew a monster like this could be filled with so much HATE?
1x1x1x1, an embodiment of hatred. Shedletsky’s hatred to be exact. They can’t stand anything.
And when I say anything, I mean anything. From the color brown to their own reflection, anything that reminded them of their creator. That includes themselves.
Even with the hate filled deep in their heart, there was someone. Someone who still tried to care for them despite their venomous nature. How futile.
That ‘someone’ being none other than the healer, elliot.
No matter how many times 1x1x1x1 murders him without remorse, no matter how much they’d yell at him to give up on them. He still found a way to be kind to them.
How disgusting.
They didn’t understand Elliot’s actions or their true intentions. Why were they so nice to a repulsive creature like them?
One round, they couldn’t take it anymore. 1x1x1x1 came to find Elliot themself. Once they did, 1x1x1x1 immediately dragged him to a corner. Making sure no other survivor saw.
Deserted, lonely. No one would want to bother stepping foot there. 1x1x1x1
let his arm go, glaring down at the healer in front of their eyes.
“Why 4r3 y0u l1k3 th1s t0w4rds m3.” 1x1x1x1 asked, their tone was laced with nothing but resentment and bottled up anger.
“Like,, What?” Elliot replied back in confusion, gripping onto the arm they’d just been harshly pulled by.
“WHY 4R3 Y0U S0 K1ND T0 S0M30N3 L1K3 M3?” 1x1x1x1 finally snapped, full on yelling. Elliot flinched at the aggressiveness, it took a few seconds to regain his composure.
He walked right up to 1x1x1x1, wrapping his arms around 1x1x1x1’s body. Which immediately made them stop. Freezing up as he embraced them.
1x1x1x1’s eyes just widened, who the hell did this guy think were are touching them like that? What was he even doing?
1x1x1x1 was trying to recall, when has someone put their arms around them like that? What was that even called?
Their mind wandered back to Telamon. Their oh so great admin creator…
Oh. Right.
It was called a ‘hug’. Telamon, or now known as Shedletsky gave them one once before when they were just a mere child. That was the first and maybe last hug they’d get.
They looked back at the healer who was still hugging them. It didn’t feel terrible, that’s for sure. Just unfamiliar, odd even.
For once in their life, 1x1x1x1 started shaking. Not knowing what to do. Do they kill them? Push them off? Give into it?
(“#### it..”) 1x1x1x1 muttered, hugging Elliot back. It felt weird. Not in a good or bad way.
Maybe, just maybe.
This thing, this player, was something worth loving. Something not worth destroying, or breaking out of their own pent up hatred and anger.
Right then, the round ended. They’d taken too long with him. Not a single person was scathed for once. They lost this round.
Though, winning or losing didn’t bother them. It’s the same life and death cycle over and over again in this twisted game anyway.