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1x1x1x1 just huffed as he steadied his grip on his sword just like last round.
The repeated routine of killing already became tedious, more tedious than 1x could’ve ever imagined.
1x only knew how to kill and I guess hate but mostly kill. 1x felt a little scared. I mean how would he process any other emotion except hatred?
1x didn’t like to admit he needed help, so he just buried those feelings deep in the same dark hole from which he came.
1x just grunted as he turned a corner, it was a slow round after all he hasn’t managed to kill anyone yet, well except builderman but builderman always gives him a freebie when anyone is struggling with kills so it doesn’t count in 1x’s mind.
1x’s clogged up thoughts suddenly became clear as he saw Shedletsky as his objective suddenly became more fun again.
“Destroy him” 1x thought as he walked slowly towards Shedletsky, both of his abilities were on cool-down so bluntly stabbing him would have to do. Maybe even incorporating the choking method.
But as closer as 1x crept to Shedletsky the more he began to realise something was wrong about Shedletsky. Shedletsky’s atmosphere was way more relaxed and happy which metaphorically causes the energy radiating off of him to be almost… welcoming in a sense.
1x immediately dispelled the thought, him? Welcoming? Don’t make him laugh. Suddenly though, Shedletsky turned around with a slight neutral expression.
1x readied his fighting position as Shedletsky was far from being unable to defend himself, but to his surprise he didn’t. He did something much weirder.
Shedletsky just smiled. Not a mocking smile, a genuine warm smile. “Hey kiddo! Gosh am I glad to see you!” 1x just stared at him. He felt like he wanted to puke.
1x let out an angry shriek. “GODDAMNIT, SHUT UP!!!” 1x expected Shedletsky to get angry, he hoped he’d get angry. But all he saw was that smile, that damn smile. It was filled with concern and pity. “1x… are you okay?”
Shedletsky held out his arms for a hug and stepped closer, making 1x tense up more. “You can tell me anything.” 1x’s breathing became hard to do and shakingly lowered his sword. “You… you… promise…?” Shedletsky hummed softly. “I promise.”
1x broke down and let go of his sword and crashed into 1x, almost tackling them both into the ground. But all Shedletsky did was steady his grip on the floor and hug him tighter into his embrace as 1x let out a choked sob. “I'm here for you kiddo.” Shedletsky stated
1x felt like he could lay against him forever, which he did in a metaphorical way. That was until he felt something poke against his stomach. A sword. “I should’ve never let my guard down.” 1x thought while wiping away his tears along with his feelings as he grabbed his venom shank and stabbed Shedletsky and pulled out.
1x stared angrily at the man who collapsed on the ground only to look down at the horror he sewed. Shedletsky wasn’t stabbing him,
Shedletsky got stabbed
By none other than the ‘real’ Shedletsky who pulled out of the fake one with determination. “Didn’t know there were clones of me.” 1x shrieked. “NO!” As he crouched down to the ground for the Shedletsky who was bleeding out on the ground.
“N-no… please… don’t go… dad… please… I’m sorry…!” Shedletsky coughed, not understanding what happened but understanding that 1x didn’t do it on purpose. “Hey… d-don’t… worry… my… dear… it’s… n-not… your… f-fault…”
Shedletsky held out a trembling hand to 1x’s cheek who pleaded for him. “n-no… please.. stay awake… STAY AWAKE!” Shedletsky let out the last smile of his lifetime. “I’m… proud… of you… don’t… forget that…”
Shedletsky eyes drifted off peacefully as he passed away, and something told him that he wasn’t going to return for the next round. 1x snapped at his real father. “YOU…! YOU B#TCH!!! WHY THE F#CK DID YOU DO THAT!? HAVEN’T YOU HURT ME ENOUGH!?!?”
“ANSWER ME!!!”
“Hey, don’t blame me! You’re the one who delivered the final blow! Maybe he could’ve survived.” 1x stared down at the spot where he stabbed him and realised he crushed his own bouquet.
1x then got further buried in his belief that he didn’t deserve a happy ending, all that was left for him was a broken photograph. But if he was going to live in misery, then he might as well cause as much misery to the man who made it.
The rest of the round was a blur for him.