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THE WINGS
Yoooo is that a Limbus Company reference?! (yes, yes it is)
1x1 has raggedy ahh wings so he gets new ones after a panic attack (W Spectre for that one)
Oh yeah and 1x1 first person POV for some reaon
Telamon. Or, the name he is called by his puppets, John Shedletsky.
I hate him.
More than you could ever imagine.
He created me. Gave me wings.
Why did he do it if he was just gonna rip them off?
I WAS A KID.
I MADE ONE SINGULAR MISTAKE.
AND THAT DESERVES BEING CHAINED IN THE BANLANDS?
STARVING ALMOST TO DEATH?
HAVING TO EAT MY OWN WINGS?
I DIDN’T DESERVE IT.
HE DESERVES IT.
HE DESERVES DEATH.
INFINITE TIMES OVER.
AND I’M GONNA GIVE IT TO HIM.
BEING TRAPPED HERE MIGHT AS WELL BE A PRIZE.
As I butchered yet another survivor, carving a gash in 007n7’s head, I heard that goddamn music start playing again. I smiled. THIS WAS ALWAYS THE FUN PART.
I could see Shedletsky, his silhouette outlined in yellow for a few seconds. I immediately used Mass Infection in the general direction, hitting him almost immediately. Pathetic.
I ran off towards him, throwing one of my Daemonshanks at him when I could see him. It hit him, yet again.
“Oh, you poor thing! Can’t dodge as well as you used to? Maybe you shouldn’t have gouged my kidney out every time I failed!”
It hurt. Immensely. EVERY SINGLE TIME. I CAN STILL REMEMBER THE BURNING PAIN IN MY ABDOMEN AS HE RIPPED OUT MY ORGANS. I MADE ONE MISTAKE. ONE.
“I’m sorry-”
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE. YOU’RE NOT SORRY. LOOK AT MY WINGS.”
I stretched out what was left of my wings, the few feathers that were left were bent in the wrong directions and stained black.
“WHEN YOU LEFT ME IN THE BANLANDS, CHAINED UP AMONG ROTTING CORPSES, I ALMOST STARVED TO DEATH. I HAD TO SLOWLY EAT MY OWN WINGS. I HAD TO CARVE OFF WHAT I COULD WITH MY SWORDS, WHICH WERE THE ONLY THINGS I COULD REACH.”
Shedletsky took a few steps back, dropping his sword to the side.
“I’m not like that anymore, I-”
I started towards him again, I was suddenly aware of how damaged my wings were. I wanted to use them. I just wanted to fly like before.
“YOU STILL DID IT. YOU’RE STILL TELAMON. GIVE ME BACK MY LIFE. GIVE ME BACK MY WINGS. GIVE THEM BACK.”
“I-”
I don't know what happened after that, but I felt a cold, static-like sensation washing over where my wings were. I looked back, and I saw a sort of black substance with red ones and zeroes covering where my wings should be. After it cleared-
My wings.
They’re back.
They’re beautiful.
I look back at Shedletsky, he was crying. I reached up to my eyes, and I felt wet tears as well.
“1x, your- your wings…”
I ran up to him, putting my hands on his shoulders. I looked down at the ground, watching as my tears fell to my feet. I hate him. I hate Telamon. But I hate myself even more for somehow still loving my creator. He hurt me so much. Why does he love me now? Why does he still love me after what I've done to him?
“I hate you. I hate that I still like you. I hate myself for still loving you.”
I slowly rested my head on his shoulders, wrapping my arms around him.
“Dad, I just want you to be proud of me, I wish I didn’t hate you so much…”
He hugged me back. Wait what.
“I hate myself for doing that to you, so we can hate me together. And If you’re hugging me, i guess i didnt fuck you up too bad.”
“Oh no, you fucked me up more that you can even imagine.”
I couldn’t tell if I was crying or laughing, but at least he was laughing too.
And then the timer ended, and i was back in the cabin with the other killers.