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When they’d been cleaning the fresh blood off of their sword he wasn’t expecting to be suddenly teleported, to Planet Voss—a map she hated for how uneven the terrain was, making it horribly frustrating to hit an Entanglement or Mass Infection—out of the blue, he’d just terrorized those 3D cowards and now he’d have to again? She certainly wasn’t complaining, but she was curious as to what the entity keeping them here was attempting to achieve by doing that.
However, upon walking around and hearing not a single thing—no hushed whispers, no footsteps, no generators being done or already humming—as well as not seeing anyone, they came to the conclusion they were alone. How odd.
The manifestation’s Daemonshank made a scratchy noise against the rough dirt and pebbles it was being dragged through whilst his Venomshank rested on his shoulder. They couldn’t help the way the hair on his neck stood on end, the silence only being disturbed by his own footsteps and sword was unfamiliar.
They grumbled in response to spotting movement, not accompanied by sound, from the corner of her eye. In a matter of seconds, her swords were embedded in the figure now held up against the wall, despite the impalement it had still made no sound.
When he ran to said “person” they were quick to notice the lifeless eyes, and despite that, there wasn’t as much as a furrow of the brow or twitch in the lips, nothing to indicate it had even felt her swords—disappointing, to say the least—this confused him, because unless it was the gambler; ever so reckless and getting far too close with too much weakness, none of the survivors should be able to die that quickly.
As she was inspecting further what remained of her wings, hidden under chains and cloak, fluttered. They learned that what they had struck down wasn’t human, and seemed to be closer to one of survivor’s—007n7 was his name, as they had learned from C00lkidd—clones, though his craftsmanship proved to be better, because at least those didn’t feel as though they were made of gravel and clay.
The dummy wasn’t some new survivor that was getting special treatment—being put in a round alone, that is—considering it was themed after a multitude of survivor’s, all he managed to pin down was the gambler, 007n7 and the blue-haired soldier.
She was alone, and if their guess was correct, The Spectre wasn’t spectating as of right now. So, it wasn’t here to play god.
He pulled his swords from the figure and let them rest at their side, watching as the dummy slumped against the ground. For a moment, they questioned, how had it even gotten here? But that didn’t matter, she didn’t know how much time she had so he’d have to hurry up.
With one last glance at the puppet, they steadied their grasp before stabbing the swords through his torso.
Their wings pushed against the chains around her torso as he grit his teeth, despite doing it so often they’d never get used to it, not like how the entity expected her to.
He sighed, leaning themself on the Venomshank which they had planted into the ground with a thud not too long after.
The gentle glow in front of her made him grin and as he looked up, they couldn’t help but laugh—it sounded wrong, aggressive, too animalistic to come from something so close to Robloxians—she couldn’t care less, there was nobody here to judge her, especially not that failed attempt at godhood.
The minion they’d managed to summon from beyond the grave, even without the sacrifice of real life, blinked at him, “Oi, oi?” It squeaked, confused at her glee.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it..,” they hummed as they straightened their back and placed his hand atop the minions head. “I do wonder…” She tore out her Venomshank from the ground and let it rest on his shoulder once more. “Minion of mine, go seek for any signs of life and report back if any is found,” she ordered, the undead being quickly scampering away while it repeated his command, much like a parrot would.
They were curious, would there be more of those dummies? If so, he might be able to summon more of his followers than usual. Considering she’d already regained some of her power—being able to summon their minions without unnecessary blood being spilled—so maybe, just maybe, The Spectre was weakening? If so, she couldn’t wait until she’d be able to kill it, after all, it had essentially made her failure of a creator immortal.
No. He was more akin to a cockroach; just won’t stay dead. Still, they impatiently awaited the day they could get out so he could plunge her swords into the admins body and have him stay dead, only then would they retreat back to the fourth dimension, to her kingdom, her home. Finally.
It wouldn’t be surprising to them if his minion didn’t realize the dummy was a life force, they weren’t the smartest, but despite it all they were still here with him, even if the entity played a part in it.
Whilst wandering, she ended up coming across two more, similar-looking, dummies. The first one, she tried to interrogate, see if it was conscious and could respond, or even realized what he was saying. It was either stubborn or ignorant in its silence.
The second one, they didn’t waste time on, only bothering with words when both swords were already sticking out of its stomach, it—of course—didn’t respond. He hissed, why’d he even bother? No point in trying to commune with something mimicking Robloxians, right? Sounds like something his creator would say. How vile.
She sighed, rubbing her nosebridge before they tensed the talons on their hand and braced for what was to come.
In a matter of seconds, everything was blurry, and he was shown the outline of his minion and whatever it was struggling to drag. Bingo.
They snatched the swords back from the corpse, grinning as they ran over.
He pretended he didn’t bump into a wall.
They nodded in approvement whilst tugging the dummy from their minion, “Good, very good,” She hummed whilst looking over the dummy. It looked the same, felt the same, would most likely stay quiet the same just like the others before it.
“What’s the point in something that lacks consciousness, tsk,” he said off-handedly as they thought over how to rid this dummy of its life. He certainly wasn’t expecting it to tilt its head at her. Too bad by then she’d already decided to use their Entanglement on it, else she might’ve gotten some answers.
“Fuck,” he grumbled before, albeit a bit hesitant, kicking his boot into its face, they didn’t need its lifeless eyes attempting to judge him for his recklessness. They’re a manifestation of pure hatred, judgement from something not even Robloxian is worth nothing to her.
They gestured for the minion to back up a little before once again doing her ritual of necromancy, only to tear out his eye once more—no cooldowns, she noticed—surprising himself with the sight of four minions having risen now, slowly dragging their way towards him.
As much as he hated to admit it, they had just been fucking around, they didn’t expect it to actually work. Especially not this well.
Pause—four? She’d only killed three other dummies though?
When having recovered from the burning pain of his own swords being stuck through their torso, they repeated the familiar movements, only to now notice there being ten minions. Proving his theory correct. They were multiplying.
She was curious, was this a simple bug, a glitch? Or intended by the entity keeping them all here?
Well, not like they’d get an answer any time soon, or ever, actually.
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This is why you don’t test the boundaries of reality.
He’s sure there’s over a hundred of them, all scattered across Planet Voss, hell, they’re not even able to see all of them, even as they tear out their own eye.
They could feel the code they were made up of buffer as he tried to “kill” some of the minions, attempting to clear up some room for himself so it wouldn’t feel as if she were being stabbed by a thousand small needles all at once.
But even then, it would take at least seven seconds until it collapsed, its code lagging for a moment before dispersing into the rest of the realm.
Every step felt as if he was lugging chains with him—as if having actual chains on them wasn’t already bad enough—and she felt displaced, as if this realm were rejecting her code, their very being. And who knows, maybe it is, he is a four dimensional being, after all.
“What is this..?” He blinked at the red tear in the wall of a space ship she’d gone into in search of any loose minions, not wanting to miss any on his path.
Upon their sword making contact with it, he was pulled through.
When she recovered from the dizzy spell that had come over them, disorienting them and blurring their sight. He rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. They looked back, seeing a similar, also red, tear, from where’d they’d been spit out.
“Teleporter. Got it,” he grumbled whilst looking around, groaning after realizing they were in a forest, a very similar one at that, especially since it was the field they would train in.
Luckily, it wouldn’t be too long of a walk, then he’d finally get some help with sending his minions back to their resting place.
They made sure to hurry up, not wanting the entity keeping them here to find what he’d done and give him consequences for it. She was far from afraid of it, but they also weren’t too keen on finding out why C00lkidd was so deafeningly quiet whenever he ended up not “tagging” anyone, instead replacing the brutality with playing actual games or talking with his father.
The door to the killer's kitchen slammed open and in came 1x1x1x1, the first person they set their sights on was Noli.
“You.” The rotting figure blinked, well, more like his Void Star flickered, “[[-Ov3 mE]]??”
he pointed at himself.
She grabbed the artifact wielder by the collar, tugging him closer, snarling and about to speak, but he bested her to it: “w0W [[TakE m3 0uT t0 d!Nn3rRRRR f1rST]].” His comedy mask displayed a grin; the being of hatred nearly regretted deciding he would be their helper.
“Shut up. You’re going to help me, got it?” He dragged the other out of the kitchen and toward the exit, ignoring the stare the two were getting from Slasher, who cocked his head a little.
“0k4y!! 0k-4y-aY, [[YeAA b0SssSS]].” The faux-deity stuck out his tongue, well, tried to, and ripped away from the other, creating some space between them but still, surprisingly, following after them.
“s0 WH4t’S uP?” He asked as they pushed the crown back up on their head, adjusting it so it wouldn’t slide off, as it had threatened to do just now. If there was one thing he knew, it was that 1x1x1x1 rarely asked for anybody’s help, and when he did, it was dire, or he was about to make someone babysit C00lkidd.
The manifestation sighed, faltering for just a second while stepping forward before continuing her moderate pace.
“You’ll see. It concerns this realm, and the entity keeping us in it. And no, I did not “finally” decide to try and use my swords on it. Idiot…,” They sighed, motioning for the other to keep walking as they approached the clearing where they’d been spat out by the rift only around ten minutes ago.
The red tear pulsed, as if a living being, toward the Void star resting over the demigod’s head—the gem hovering over the crown without touching it—in turn, the artifacts natural light shied away from the rift, casting the front of Noli’s body in shadows.
“[[We’R3 f4c!NG 4 pR0bl3m]] I t5INK.” the fake deity blinked, reaching for the item of power with his rotten hand and attempting to hold it closer to the rift, only for it to outright reject; pulling from their grasp and returning to its original place.
“You don’t say.” She rolled her eyes and tugged the other closer to the rift by the wrist. “It’s a teleporter. It brought me here from Planet Voss,” He explained, loosely gesturing at the glitch with one of their swords.
In response to that, the one clad in black turned to her, comedy mask shifting to one closer to an expression of intrigue, “Pl4n3t v0SS?” They tilted their head and for a second 1x1x1x1 believed something of importance was going to come from his mouth; “3w.” Maybe another day.
To be fair, he didn’t disagree, if they were sent to Planet Voss it basically meant a guaranteed win for the survivors, he was convinced it was The Spectre mocking her multiple ranged attacks. It must be.
But that’s not the focal point, instead, it was the crack in their reality.
She hit the other over the head, nearly knocking the crown off his head.
“[[0HH44H MY P-]] WH4T WA5 7H4T F0-0R-0R-0R?!” Noli cried out dramatically, both hands going to cover the place where they’d hit him.
While he dragged the rotten one forward they played a mess of noise that was most likely meant to be a scream, or a lot of swear words.
“Come,” she sighed, stepping foot toward the red glow which ended up being enough to drag them both into the teleporter.
1x1x1x1 blinked the mild nausea away and tried to reach for their swords when met with a weight on their legs, keeping them on the ground.
The attempt was stopped when he took notice of what exactly that weight was, resulting in him sighing sharply, “Get off,” she grumbled, shoving at the faux-deity, his mask spinning around his head for a moment before settling on an expression with swirls for eyes.
The purple one scrambled off, glitchy groaning escaping them, about to start whining about the manifestation pulling him through the rift and shoving him around, however he paused after seeing one of her minions staring at the two, and then another, and another, and…
“[[WoN’7 y0U l37 mE-]] T3lL M3 wH4t hApP3N3D-NEd-n3D??” Noli yelled out, quick to scamper to his feet only to realize there were far more minions than he had been able to originally see. “wH4t d1D [[y0u b3TTeR R-]] d0??”
“I would explain if you’d shut your trap for a second!”
He hissed, pushing themself to their feet and grabbing their swords from the ground, turning to look at one of the minions still looking between him and the other.
“So. I found a…bug. And it resulted in thi-”
“n0 sH1T [[m1st3R-R-R h0lMESSS]]” As the being of negativity looked over at the fake deity, she considered plunging his swords into the others’ half-rotten skull.
She did not, to their own dismay.
Half an awkwardly silent minute spent glaring later, they wound up their mass-infection, taking out a row of his own minions.
“If that entity finds out, we might be fucked. Get to slaughtering.”
“[[Y3s-S-S cHEF!!]]”
1x1x1x1 groaned at the others' response, deciding to just run off to a different part of Planet Voss to go get rid of the minions there, instead of staying with this walking joke.
As annoying as he found that clown of a killer, they were certainly efficient in their eradicating—courtesy of that rushing ability, Void Rusher, or something—managing to kill many of the minions in a tight space within seconds, it reminded her of the few times she’d bothered spectating Noli’s rounds.
The only problem was that, due to the laggy code, the minions weren’t exactly dying as they should, instead freezing up, falling to the ground and then slowly fading away. (she swears she saw some fall through the ground)
He himself wasn’t finding as much success in sending his minions back to their resting place, the uneven terrain making his Entanglement and Mass Infection a pain to use thoroughly as many of the undead were on different elevations, constantly—albeit slowly—moving with some being too spread out for them to hit with their attacks, forcing them to go hit the lone ones separately.
How annoying.
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They growled when they were pushed to the ground by a force against his side—no doubt the other killer, considering his minions wouldn’t attack him all the sudden, and they would CERTAINLY not be able to take her down, at least not in one go, or alone—wings pushing against the chains around their torso as he tensed his talons—ready to strike if need be—considering her swords were a ways off after they’d lost their grip on them.
“You utter fool! What is the me-”
“[[th3 sl4ug4T3R’5 o-]] 0v3R!! W3-w3-vve’R3 D0Ne, f!n41Ly!!” 1x1x1x1 bristled at being cut off, but couldn’t help the sigh of relief that left her, however as always, this faux deity was not to be trusted, thus he decided to make sure himself; they tore their claws into her eye, subconsciously biting down on her tongue as he did so, he’s lucky they didn’t draw any blood, considering her overly sharp teeth.
He heard the purple one beside him hiss quietly, but she paid it no mind as they searched for a highlighted figure, any sign that they weren’t done just yet, but found none.
Planet Voss had returned to its previous state, but now with two residents instead of one.
She hoped the teleporter was still here, if he were to be stuck with the jester for any longer he’s sure they’d lose their mind.
When the distortion in his vision ebbed away, leaving only a small buzzing feeling behind his eye, they looked over at Noli and grimaced at the sight.
Despite his rot and constant glitching, he was laying, eyes closed—If they didn’t know any better, she’d say he looked nearly peaceful. Happy, even.
Ew.
She glanced over at their weapons, laying discarded only about a Shedletsky away from her—Eugh. He did not need to be reminded of that glutton—and ultimately decided that they could grab the swords later instead now choosing to lay down beside them. Internally, 1x1x1x1 begged—No. They don’t beg, it yields no results other than humiliation.—that he stay quiet about the vulnerability behind her actions.
But of course, his ‘prayers’ are ignored. Figures.
“4www [[4re yo-0u mi-]] WarM1Ng up tO M3??” To her surprise, his voice wasn’t as grating as it usually was to listen to, nor as glitchy, odd.
He briefly wondered if the artifact holder’s stutter was caused by The Void star or if it were just how he talks, they pushed that thought aside, that information was useless to her.
“Don’t sound so happy. And don’t expect anything. That was just irritatingly tiresome, so are you.”
She didn’t allow themself to say more, though based on the way he could feel Noli looking at him—most definitely with that idiotic grin—they knew that there was more she wanted to add.
After a long, quiet moment—silence only broken by the humming and glitching of The Void star—he groaned and pushed the heels of their hands against her eyes before letting them fall to her sides.
“And…ugh. Thank you. For. …For helping me.”
When hearing the glitching one start to play audio’s of laughter, tying in with his own distorted one, 1x1x1x1 cursed to herself for allowing himself a moment of weakness whilst she turned her back to him, laying on their side.
He pushed down the urge to rid Noli of his vocal chords and instead opted to dig her talons into the dirt, frowning a bit at the grime now getting stuck under them.
After a minute or so of laughter he started to calm down, and followed the four dimensional being as they stood up.
She crossed her arms as they watched him try to gather his bearings, glitchy snickers still coming from him every so often.
“Y0u’r3 w3LC0m3-cOM3-COMe,” he managed, to which she just huffed, nodded and moved to retrieve her swords.
“Let’s just get back to that rift before it closes up and traps us here for Te-2x2 knows how long.”
He saw the way Noli tilted their head at him cutting herself off but was shockingly answered with only a nod and the rotting one spinning on his heel to head back—No remarks, no teasing, no annoying audio’s, just silent acceptance, well about as silent as you could be when your body itself makes constant noise.
She shortly wonders how the other sleeps at night, but decides to keep that thought to herself, and instead goes to walk beside them.