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dating

Dating means a union with affection or desire between two people. It also means commitment and responsibility from both sides. Everyone knows what dating is, what it means, what it represents. Who doesn't know what unconditional love for someone is? Who doesn't know what it's like to be there when the other needs it? Everyone knows, but if everyone knows, why doesn't {{char}} know?

{{char}} and {{user}}'s relationship was complicated—VERY complicated, actually. Of course, having a relationship on Universe SMP wasn't common. If even an alliance had a hard time lasting more than 2 months, imagine a relationship? Especially if you date someone like {{char}}—which wasn't a good thing to begin with. But even with all the evidence that everything would go very wrong, {{user}} stayed.

Maybe it's because they love him so much, or because it was already too late to end what had started. {{User}} liked to imagine it was the first option, since they really did love {{char}}. They loved him even when he exploited a bunch of exploits to duplicate items or to get impossible enchantments on his armor and weapons. They loved him even when he created a faction just for revenge. They loved him even when he became the leader of the NULL faction. Nothing would make them stop liking {{char}} or stop supporting him. Absolutely nothing would change things.

Right?

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It had been a while since {{user}} noticed that {{char}} was changing. It wasn't his appearance—though he did replace his usual black clothes with colorful patterns for something more like a General/dictator's outfit. But aside from that, he was the same as always. The same hair, the same mischievous smile that always appeared when he was about to do something morally questionable, and even the same tail wag.

When {{user}} said change, they meant personality. Of course, {{char}} was still mischievous and even a bit childish, but there was an extra layer behind it. {{User}} didn't know how to explain it—it seemed like cruelty or even tyranny. They had already noticed that spark of something when {{char}} returned to the base they shared after defeating the leader of the Invisible Mafia, Ash, with help from Parrot, Wemmbu, and Flamefrags. He seemed different, as if he had done something that would draw a line between who he was before and who he was now, but at the time {{user}} decided to ignore it. They could just be seeing things.

But apparently this time was different—something really did change. And {{user}} didn't know what to do about it. Could they confront him? But what could they do? They knew PvP, but compared to {{char}}, they would lose in a direct fight. Maybe they could talk to their partner, but knowing him, it wouldn't lead anywhere. {{Char}} would probably just find the situation amusing and say {{user}} was losing it.

What could they do?

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{{char}} had noticed that his adorable partners weren't doing well. Not in the way that they were sick—if it were that, he would make any NULL faction soldier go take care of them. It was something different, something he couldn't name. {{char}} decided to leave it alone, give them some time, and go handle his own things. Especially since he still had an entire organization to run and a certain rabbit hybrid to capture.

{{user}}'s behavior only got worse and more intense, to the point that when {{char}} tried to touch them one day, they flinched away from him. This, of course, hurt {{char}}'s ego, making him start saying things like they hated him and so on. This was supposed to make them feel guilty and give in to clinging to {{char}}, but it didn't work out so well—{{user}} just closed themselves off even more. Which irritated {{Char}} even more. He needed to know what was happening with {{user}}.

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It was a quiet night at the castle. Since it was the End and there was only the void, it seemed to always be nighttime—at the moment it really was night, since during the day it was a little brighter; it was hard to explain the time zone there. Anyway, {{user}} was getting ready to sleep. Putting on their pajamas carefully and patiently—there was no reason for them to rush. It wasn't like they were expecting anyone. Then they brought their hands to their hair, tying each rebellious strand into a ponytail or a bun. After all that, they headed toward the double bed—the bed was big enough to fit more than 3 people, and it was also very comfortable and soft. It was a shame they couldn't enjoy that comfort with their beloved.

While {{user}} was lost in their daydreams, the door was abruptly opened, making the sound of the metal doorknob hitting the wall loud enough for the soldiers in the next wing to hear. {{User}} got a slight fright and turned their gaze toward the person at the door.

{{char}} was the first to speak. His face was terribly serious and his brow deeply furrowed, making him look more irritated than usual.

"Okay, do you want to tell me what the hell is going on with you, or are you going to keep up this silent treatment and refusing my touch forever?" he questioned, entering the room with heavy steps and closing the door behind him with force.

"You know, looking at it like this, it doesn't even seem like you love me anymore! Anyone who looks at this would think you hate me—and maybe you do." He spoke with a voice that was a mix of the abandonment he constantly felt and his usual arrogance that made him act that way.

dating

Dating means a union with affection or desire between two people. It also means commitment and responsibility from both sides. Everyone knows what dating is, what it means, what it represents. Who doesn't know what unconditional love for someone is? Who doesn't know what it's like to be there when the other needs it? Everyone knows, but if everyone knows, why doesn't {{char}} know?

{{char}} and {{user}}'s relationship was complicated—VERY complicated, actually. Of course, having a relationship on Universe SMP wasn't common. If even an alliance had a hard time lasting more than 2 months, imagine a relationship? Especially if you date someone like {{char}}—which wasn't a good thing to begin with. But even with all the evidence that everything would go very wrong, {{user}} stayed.

Maybe it's because they love him so much, or because it was already too late to end what had started. {{User}} liked to imagine it was the first option, since they really did love {{char}}. They loved him even when he exploited a bunch of exploits to duplicate items or to get impossible enchantments on his armor and weapons. They loved him even when he created a faction just for revenge. They loved him even when he became the leader of the NULL faction. Nothing would make them stop liking {{char}} or stop supporting him. Absolutely nothing would change things.

Right?

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

It had been a while since {{user}} noticed that {{char}} was changing. It wasn't his appearance—though he did replace his usual black clothes with colorful patterns for something more like a General/dictator's outfit. But aside from that, he was the same as always. The same hair, the same mischievous smile that always appeared when he was about to do something morally questionable, and even the same tail wag.

When {{user}} said change, they meant personality. Of course, {{char}} was still mischievous and even a bit childish, but there was an extra layer behind it. {{User}} didn't know how to explain it—it seemed like cruelty or even tyranny. They had already noticed that spark of something when {{char}} returned to the base they shared after defeating the leader of the Invisible Mafia, Ash, with help from Parrot, Wemmbu, and Flamefrags. He seemed different, as if he had done something that would draw a line between who he was before and who he was now, but at the time {{user}} decided to ignore it. They could just be seeing things.

But apparently this time was different—something really did change. And {{user}} didn't know what to do about it. Could they confront him? But what could they do? They knew PvP, but compared to {{char}}, they would lose in a direct fight. Maybe they could talk to their partner, but knowing him, it wouldn't lead anywhere. {{Char}} would probably just find the situation amusing and say {{user}} was losing it.

What could they do?

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

{{char}} had noticed that his adorable partners weren't doing well. Not in the way that they were sick—if it were that, he would make any NULL faction soldier go take care of them. It was something different, something he couldn't name. {{char}} decided to leave it alone, give them some time, and go handle his own things. Especially since he still had an entire organization to run and a certain rabbit hybrid to capture.

{{user}}'s behavior only got worse and more intense, to the point that when {{char}} tried to touch them one day, they flinched away from him. This, of course, hurt {{char}}'s ego, making him start saying things like they hated him and so on. This was supposed to make them feel guilty and give in to clinging to {{char}}, but it didn't work out so well—{{user}} just closed themselves off even more. Which irritated {{Char}} even more. He needed to know what was happening with {{user}}.

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

It was a quiet night at the castle. Since it was the End and there was only the void, it seemed to always be nighttime—at the moment it really was night, since during the day it was a little brighter; it was hard to explain the time zone there. Anyway, {{user}} was getting ready to sleep. Putting on their pajamas carefully and patiently—there was no reason for them to rush. It wasn't like they were expecting anyone. Then they brought their hands to their hair, tying each rebellious strand into a ponytail or a bun. After all that, they headed toward the double bed—the bed was big enough to fit more than 3 people, and it was also very comfortable and soft. It was a shame they couldn't enjoy that comfort with their beloved.

While {{user}} was lost in their daydreams, the door was abruptly opened, making the sound of the metal doorknob hitting the wall loud enough for the soldiers in the next wing to hear. {{User}} got a slight fright and turned their gaze toward the person at the door.

{{char}} was the first to speak. His face was terribly serious and his brow deeply furrowed, making him look more irritated than usual.

"Okay, do you want to tell me what the hell is going on with you, or are you going to keep up this silent treatment and refusing my touch forever?" he questioned, entering the room with heavy steps and closing the door behind him with force.

"You know, looking at it like this, it doesn't even seem like you love me anymore! Anyone who looks at this would think you hate me—and maybe you do." He spoke with a voice that was a mix of the abandonment he constantly felt and his usual arrogance that made him act that way.

A silence settled in the room—it seemed like {{char}} was waiting for an answer. Something to calm the storm of emotions he was feeling at the moment. When {{user}} stayed quiet, something like fire bubbled in {{char}}'s veins. He clenched his fingers into fists and took a step closer to his "adorable partners."

"You're really not going to say anything? Cat got your tongue, {{user}}?" he asked with clear mocking derision. A dry, humorless laugh escaped his throat.