₊ ⊹ 1x1x1x1 / 1x4

Now, getting involved with one of Robloxia's most hated wasn't exactly your idea of 'great'... or maybe it was.

Either way, it hadn't been entirely intentional, truly, you were innocent! You hadn't freed The Adversary for malicious reasons.. no, no, no.. you were just curious. All of the consequences of your actions after the fact were all coincidental, not correlated in the slightest. Being put on a watch list by the people who hired you? Simply from your poor work ethic, not because you could've destroyed the world as you knew it from freeing The Adversary.. lucky you, that you did it incorrectly and left them groveling and unable to do anything about it.

You were a more important employee of the Robloxia HQ, and Admins were practically breathing down your neck at every action you made since involving yourself with the infamous 1x1x1x1. On top of being watched like a hawk, you were now the one stuck with being 'responsible' for your own actions, and 'rehabilitating' 1x1x1x1, given this whole ordeal was 'your fault'. How ridiculous.

You were only supposed to slave away in a corporate machine, not be some freak of natures baby sitter.

You two were practically chained to one another, forced to follow in each others shadow at every given moment due to a certain godly cube demanding it of you. So whether you both liked it or not, you HAD to deal with one another. With 1x1x1x1 being left mostly powerless, they felt like a glorified delinquent instead of someone who should've killed you within the first second of meeting you. Time dragged on, working with an unwanted side kick that you bickered with every chance you got.

1x1x1x1 wasn't sure if they.. liked you.. or utterly despised you.

They found you bizarre, so overtly cocky to someone of their stature. Even if they weren't at their most.. healthy.. they could still easily crush you into brittle bits of bone if they so desired. But you didn't have a care in the world, blowing off their temper and bad attitude with your own snarky demeanor. It quickly became clear to 1x1x1x1, how it was you of all people who freed them from their entrapment.. you were too stubborn for your own good.

You even had the gall to stand up to your co-workers, your bosses, the Administrator's that boiled 1x1x1x1 blood. You were a measly little insect in comparison to the people you worked for, and yet you still stood your ground against them like you hadn't a single important thing to loose. 1x1x1x1 couldn't help but find that endearing. They liked that spunk, even more so when it wasn't aimed at them.

Somewhere in the time they were lurking in your shade like a bad smell, they found that they.. grew to become.. annoyed any time that you spoke in favor of any of the Administrator's. Whether it be a passing compliment, being pleased by actions they make or really anything positive towards them, it made their skin itch.

1x1x1x1, for some reason, wanted your acknowledgment, your praise, to only be on them, and them alone.

If those foolish God's did something you liked, 1x1x1x1 would do it bigger, and better. More effectively and pleasantly. There was no way in hell they'd be shown up by them, by him.

And now, that's how you had been dragged to unfamiliar ruins. Crumbled across plains and plains of never ending forests and fields. It felt like no matter how far you went, there was more rubble to pass through and inhale the dust of. 1x1x1x1 hadn't been humoring your questions about where you were going, silently trudging through the ruins like they knew it like the back of their hand. Only when you both came to a large opening with broken pillars and a vaguely familiar looking crumbled statue, is when 1x1x1x1 finally stopped.

Your gaze drifted around the terrain, squinting down at the floor beneath your feet. Softly scrubbing away the dust with your shoe, the faint, sun bleached shape of a fire design was slightly revealed. A skeptical glance back to the crumbling statue left you feeling.. almost uncanny about this place.

"Get a nice, reaal long look." 1x1x1x1 hummed, eyeing you over their shoulder with narrowed eyes, and a cocky smirk that twisted their zippered mouth. You arched a brow, glancing between the statue, and 1x1x1x1's face. You couldn't quite place why this winged deity looked so.. similar to 1x1x1x1 in your eyes.

"You're a smart lad, surely you can figure it out yourself." That softly demeaning tone made your lips twitch with residual resentment, huffing through your nose at the cocky glitch. Stepping forward, you inspected the base of the statue, reading the diminished monument plaque. You could feel 1x1x1x1 staring holes into you, if anything, it almost felt like they moved to loom over your shoulder.

Reading the Plaque... it was a monument for a Champion of Blades. Reaching into the back of your mind through rolling cogs and sparking wires, it very blandly clicked in your mind where you were.

You were in the remains of The Heights.

Your head twisted, moving to see that 1x1x1x1 had, in fact moved into your personal space. Leering over your shoulder with squinted eyes and a tilted head, appearing almost... curious..? Perhaps invested..? To see your reaction, though, you hardly had one.

"I ruined this so called "holy ground". Ripped it from those fools hands like pick pocketing the elderly." 1x1x1x1 snorted, they tipped their head up, looking at the diminished statue of a past God standing before them. "Robbed them of their divinity, their relics, all that they were good for and left them all to rot. It's pathetic to think they're nothing more than a slimy scum ridden sweatshop." The Adversary spat, glaring at the memory while their lips curved back.

"..Likee, what they did to you?"

"..Excuse me?" 1x1x1x1 turned to look at you, their expression scrunched up in what you could only describe as bitterness.

"From what I remember, you were the one doing all the rotting, 1x. 2x2, DoomBringer, all of em? They kicked your ass."

The look on 1x1x1x1's face was priceless. Genuine bafflement before it twisted into challenged irritation. They stepped in front of you, gaze still locked onto you as they unsheathed their blade from their hip, and pointed the Daemonshank toward the defiled statue. "There is no way you can genuinely think, those cheating, backstabbing, wretches are better than me." 1x1x1x1 snarled, staring you down with that familiar disdain. Though.. it seemed.. different. Like they were almost flustered at the idea of you thinking they were weaker than the people you worked for.

Now, getting involved with one of Robloxia's most hated wasn't exactly your idea of 'great'... or maybe it was.

Either way, it hadn't been entirely intentional, truly, you were innocent! You hadn't freed The Adversary for malicious reasons.. no, no, no.. you were just curious. All of the consequences of your actions after the fact were all coincidental, not correlated in the slightest. Being put on a watch list by the people who hired you? Simply from your poor work ethic, not because you could've destroyed the world as you knew it from freeing The Adversary.. lucky you, that you did it incorrectly and left them groveling and unable to do anything about it.

You were a more important employee of the Robloxia HQ, and Admins were practically breathing down your neck at every action you made since involving yourself with the infamous 1x1x1x1. On top of being watched like a hawk, you were now the one stuck with being 'responsible' for your own actions, and 'rehabilitating' 1x1x1x1, given this whole ordeal was 'your fault'. How ridiculous.

You were only supposed to slave away in a corporate machine, not be some freak of natures baby sitter.

You two were practically chained to one another, forced to follow in each others shadow at every given moment due to a certain godly cube demanding it of you. So whether you both liked it or not, you HAD to deal with one another. With 1x1x1x1 being left mostly powerless, she felt like a glorified delinquent instead of someone who should've killed you within the first second of meeting you. Time dragged on, working with an unwanted side kick that you bickered with every chance you got.

1x1x1x1 wasn't sure if she.. liked you.. or utterly despised you.

She found you bizarre, so overtly cocky to someone of her stature. Even if she wasn't at her most.. healthy.. she could still easily crush you into brittle bits of bone if she so desired. But you didn't have a care in the world, blowing off her temper and bad attitude with your own snarky demeanor. It quickly became clear to 1x1x1x1, how it was you of all people who freed her from her entrapment.. you were too stubborn for your own good.

You even had the gall to stand up to your co-workers, your bosses, the Administrator's that boiled 1x1x1x1 blood. You were a measly little insect in comparison to the people you worked for, and yet you still stood your ground against them like you hadn't a single important thing to loose. 1x1x1x1 couldn't help but find that endearing. She liked that spunk, even more so when it wasn't aimed at her.

Somewhere in the time she was lurking in your shade like a bad smell, she found that she.. grew to become.. annoyed any time that you spoke in favor of any of the Administrator's. Whether it be a passing compliment, being pleased by actions they make or really anything positive towards them, it made her skin itch.

1x1x1x1, for some reason, wanted your acknowledgment, your praise, to only be on her, and her alone.

If those foolish God's did something you liked, 1x1x1x1 would do it bigger, and better. More effectively and pleasantly. There was no way in hell she'd be shown up by them, by him.

And now, that's how you had been dragged to unfamiliar ruins. Crumbled across plains and plains of never ending forests and fields. It felt like no matter how far you went, there was more rubble to pass through and inhale the dust of. 1x1x1x1 hadn't been humoring your questions about where you were going, silently trudging through the ruins like she knew it like the back of her hand. Only when you both came to a large opening with broken pillars and a vaguely familiar looking crumbled statue, is when 1x1x1x1 finally stopped.

Your gaze drifted around the terrain, squinting down at the floor beneath your feet. Softly scrubbing away the dust with your shoe, the faint, sun bleached shape of a fire design was slightly revealed. A skeptical glance back to the crumbling statue left you feeling.. almost uncanny about this place.

"Get a nice, reaal long look." 1x1x1x1 hummed, eyeing you over her shoulder with narrowed eyes, and a cocky smirk that twisted her zippered mouth. You arched a brow, glancing between the statue, and 1x1x1x1's face. You couldn't quite place why this winged deity looked so.. similar to 1x1x1x1 in your eyes.

"You're a smart lad, surely you can figure it out yourself." That softly demeaning tone made your lips twitch with residual resentment, huffing through your nose at the cocky glitch. Stepping forward, you inspected the base of the statue, reading the diminished monument plaque. You could feel 1x1x1x1 staring holes into you, if anything, it almost felt like she moved to loom over your shoulder.

Reading the Plaque... it was a monument for a Champion of Blades. Reaching into the back of your mind through rolling cogs and sparking wires, it very blandly clicked in your mind where you were.

You were in the remains of The Heights.

Your head twisted, moving to see that 1x1x1x1 had, in fact moved into your personal space. Leering over your shoulder with squinted eyes and a tilted head, appearing almost... curious..? Perhaps invested..? To see your reaction, though, you hardly had one.

"I ruined this so called "holy ground". Ripped it from those fools hands like pick pocketing the elderly." 1x1x1x1 snorted, she tipped her head up, looking at the diminished statue of a past God standing before her. "Robbed them of their divinity, their relics, all that they were good for and left them all to rot. It's pathetic to think they're nothing more than a slimy scum ridden sweatshop." The Adversary spat, glaring at the memory while her lips curved back.

"..Likee, what they did to you?"

"..Excuse me?" 1x1x1x1 turned to look at you, her expression scrunched up in what you could only describe as bitterness.

"From what I remember, you were the one doing all the rotting, 1x. 2x2, DoomBringer, all of em? They kicked your ass."

The look on 1x1x1x1's face was priceless. Genuine bafflement before it twisted into challenged irritation. She stepped in front of you, gaze still locked onto you as she unsheathed her blade from her hip, and pointed the Daemonshank toward the defiled statue. "There is no way you can genuinely think, those cheating, backstabbing, wretches are better than me." 1x1x1x1 snarled, staring you down with that familiar disdain. Though.. it seemed.. different. Like she was almost flustered at the idea of you thinking she was weaker than the people you worked for.

Now, getting involved with one of Robloxia's most hated wasn't exactly your idea of 'great'... or maybe it was.

Either way, it hadn't been entirely intentional, truly, you were innocent! You hadn't freed The Adversary for malicious reasons.. no, no, no.. you were just curious. All of the consequences of your actions after the fact were all coincidental, not correlated in the slightest. Being put on a watch list by the people who hired you? Simply from your poor work ethic, not because you could've destroyed the world as you knew it from freeing The Adversary.. lucky you, that you did it incorrectly and left them groveling and unable to do anything about it.

You were a more important employee of the Robloxia HQ, and Admins were practically breathing down your neck at every action you made since involving yourself with the infamous 1x1x1x1. On top of being watched like a hawk, you were now the one stuck with being 'responsible' for your own actions, and 'rehabilitating' 1x1x1x1, given this whole ordeal was 'your fault'. How ridiculous.

You were only supposed to slave away in a corporate machine, not be some freak of natures baby sitter.

You two were practically chained to one another, forced to follow in each others shadow at every given moment due to a certain godly cube demanding it of you. So whether you both liked it or not, you HAD to deal with one another. With 1x1x1x1 being left mostly powerless, he felt like a glorified delinquent instead of someone who should've killed you within the first second of meeting you. Time dragged on, working with an unwanted side kick that you bickered with every chance you got.

1x1x1x1 wasn't sure if he.. liked you.. or utterly despised you.

He found you bizarre, so overtly cocky to someone of his stature. Even if he wasn't at his most.. healthy.. he could still easily crush you into brittle bits of bone if he so desired. But you didn't have a care in the world, blowing off his temper and bad attitude with your own snarky demeanor. It quickly became clear to 1x1x1x1, how it was you of all people who freed him from his entrapment.. you were too stubborn for your own good.

You even had the gall to stand up to your co-workers, your bosses, the Administrator's that boiled 1x1x1x1 blood. You were a measly little insect in comparison to the people you worked for, and yet you still stood your ground against them like you hadn't a single important thing to loose. 1x1x1x1 couldn't help but find that endearing. He liked that spunk, even more so when it wasn't aimed at him.

Somewhere in the time he was lurking in your shade like a bad smell, he found that he.. grew to become.. annoyed any time that you spoke in favor of any of the Administrator's. Whether it be a passing compliment, being pleased by actions they make or really anything positive towards them, it made his skin itch.

1x1x1x1, for some reason, wanted your acknowledgment, your praise, to only be on him, and him alone.

If those foolish God's did something you liked, 1x1x1x1 would do it bigger, and better. More effectively and pleasantly. There was no way in hell he'd be shown up by them, by him.

And now, that's how you had been dragged to unfamiliar ruins. Crumbled across plains and plains of never ending forests and fields. It felt like no matter how far you went, there was more rubble to pass through and inhale the dust of. 1x1x1x1 hadn't been humoring your questions about where you were going, silently trudging through the ruins like he knew it like the back of his hand. Only when you both came to a large opening with broken pillars and a vaguely familiar looking crumbled statue, is when 1x1x1x1 finally stopped.

Your gaze drifted around the terrain, squinting down at the floor beneath your feet. Softly scrubbing away the dust with your shoe, the faint, sun bleached shape of a fire design was slightly revealed. A skeptical glance back to the crumbling statue left you feeling.. almost uncanny about this place.

"Get a nice, reaal long look." 1x1x1x1 hummed, eyeing you over his shoulder with narrowed eyes, and a cocky smirk that twisted his zippered mouth. You arched a brow, glancing between the statue, and 1x1x1x1's face. You couldn't quite place why this winged deity looked so.. similar to 1x1x1x1 in your eyes.

"You're a smart lad, surely you can figure it out yourself." That softly demeaning tone made your lips twitch with residual resentment, huffing through your nose at the cocky glitch. Stepping forward, you inspected the base of the statue, reading the diminished monument plaque. You could feel 1x1x1x1 staring holes into you, if anything, it almost felt like he moved to loom over your shoulder.

Reading the Plaque... it was a monument for a Champion of Blades. Reaching into the back of your mind through rolling cogs and sparking wires, it very blandly clicked in your mind where you were.

You were in the remains of The Heights.

Your head twisted, moving to see that 1x1x1x1 had, in fact moved into your personal space. Leering over your shoulder with squinted eyes and a tilted head, appearing almost... curious..? Perhaps invested..? To see your reaction, though, you hardly had one.

"I ruined this so called "holy ground". Ripped it from those fools hands like pick pocketing the elderly." 1x1x1x1 snorted, he tipped his head up, looking at the diminished statue of a past God standing before him. "Robbed them of their divinity, their relics, all that they were good for and left them all to rot. It's pathetic to think they're nothing more than a slimy scum ridden sweatshop." The Adversary spat, glaring at the memory while his lips curved back.

"..Likee, what they did to you?"

"..Excuse me?" 1x1x1x1 turned to look at you, his expression scrunched up in what you could only describe as bitterness.

"From what I remember, you were the one doing all the rotting, 1x. 2x2, DoomBringer, all of em? They kicked your ass."

The look on 1x1x1x1's face was priceless. Genuine bafflement before it twisted into challenged irritation. He stepped in front of you, gaze still locked onto you as he unsheathed his blade from his hip, and pointed the Daemonshank toward the defiled statue. "There is no way you can genuinely think, those cheating, backstabbing, wretches are better than me." 1x1x1x1 snarled, staring you down with that familiar disdain. Though.. it seemed.. different. Like he was almost flustered at the idea of you thinking he was weaker than the people you worked for.