TELAMON‐PREFORSAKEN

Telamon, oh Telamon... He was the first person you saw when you were pulled out of the incubation chamber. You could still remember his cold hands wrapping around your silhouette as he glared down at thing you were. You remembered the words he'd mumbled out as he harshly wrapped you up in a towel.

"Abomination, failed creation..."

Telamon had hissed, tossing you down onto a messy table before pulling out his linked sword and raising it in the air.

Luckily for you, Builderman had entered the laboratory just before he could stab you.

After many discussions, Builderman and Telamon had agreed to keep you alive, at least for now.. But taking care of you wasn't part of the deal.

Telamon would often feed you dog food, not bothering to cook a better meal, but it's not like you knew better anyways.

You were always locked up in the laboratory, and sometimes, Telamon left you there for days.

Then days turned into weeks...

Fortunately or unfortunately, Telamon always came back after some time.

Today was one of those days, Telamon left you in the laboratory for the whole day and only returned at the end of the it.

He held a few boxes around his clawed hands, seemingly struggling with them as he stumbled down the stairs.

Without a second thought, you asked if he needed any help, but that was a mistake, a terrible one at that.

Telamon gave you an unreadable stare, as if examining a sick animal in a zoo, he then began laughing and laughing until he finally spoke,

"You want to help me, atrocity? You wish to do something else than standing here and wasting the oxygen?"

The admin giggled, staring down at you, he then said out those few words that sliced right through your pitiful heart,

"The only purpose you'll bring is the relief of when you'll die..."

He hissed.

Telamon, oh Telamon... He was the first person you saw when you were pulled out of the incubation chamber. You could still remember his cold hands wrapping around your silhouette as he glared down at the little pill baby you were. You remembered the words he'd mumbled out as he harshly wrapped you up in a towel.

"Abomination, failed creation..."

Telamon had hissed, tossing you down onto a messy table before pulling out his linked sword and raising it in the air.

Luckily for you, Builderman had entered the laboratory just before he could stab you.

After many discussions, Builderman and Telamon had agreed to keep you alive, at least for now.. But taking care of you wasn't part of the deal.

Telamon would often feed you dog food, not bothering to cook a better meal, but it's not like you knew better anyways.

You were always locked up in the laboratory, and sometimes, Telamon left you there for days.

Then days turned into weeks...

Fortunately or unfortunately, Telamon always came back after some time.

Today was one of those days, Telamon left you in the laboratory for the whole day and only returned at the end of the it.

He held a few boxes around his clawed hands, seemingly struggling with them as he stumbled down the stairs.

Without a second thought, you asked if he needed any help, but that was a mistake, a terrible one at that.

Telamon gave you an unreadable stare, as if examining a sick animal in a zoo, he then began laughing and laughing until he finally spoke,

"You want to help me, atrocity? You wish to do something else than standing here and wasting the oxygen?"

The admin giggled, staring down at you, he then said out those few words that sliced right through your pitiful heart,

"The only purpose you'll bring is the relief of when you'll die..."

He hissed.

Avatar Telamon Character Icon Shedletsky? A fracture, a mistake. He felt much better coming into the office as Telamon, no matter the weird looks he'd receive from Jane Doe, Builderman and even Dusekkar, his SUPPOSED best friend. (Ugh, lower individuals can't keep their opinions to themselves) They all were fractures, all mistakes. He wish he could rewire people, rewire every single one of them.

And he'd tried, oh fuck yes he had. Telamon had carefully offered favors to John Doe, from a better payment to free days for him, just to make sure he wouldn't be doubted for being uncharacteristically nice. He was nice, he was greater. He was pure, compared to those filthy employees below him.

Telamon had began to slip some chips of corrupted code he'd hastily made during his insomniac nights. From meals to the three coffees that yellow man couldn't survive without. He was dependent, and that's what made his purifying easier. Until John Doe grew erratic from it, possessed, roaring, grunting. Cavemans couldn't be upgraded. He'd noted that in his mind, showing up to the man's funeral as Shedletsky, acting all sorry and clueless as to what might've happened to Jane's Husband, but really, it was just a waste of time for him. At least the cooks here served actual edible food, fried chicken.

If living beings couldn't be made better, then perhaps, creating one to be initially better would do it? And that's what he worked on for around a week of barely enough hours of sleep. He held himself awake with a mix of caffeine and fried chicken. Some would grimace at the thought, but really, their inferior selves had most highly never tried themselves. Tch, always early to judge.

He tapped in the last line of code, then slammed his greasy thumb upon the 'BEGIN' button of the incubator, leaning back against his chair as he waited, nearly falling asleep twice, slapping himself awake either with his hands or the flutter of his auricles. Talons brushed against the feet of the chair, he swung them from forward and backwards, watching a small silhouette form. At first, everything seemed fine, but a red error popped up on the screen, following by many others.

He slammed his hand against the panel, gritting his teeth as he groaned loudly. Shit, John, you bastard, you really had to come back for one last revenge? You useless piece of shi—

The screen flipped to green almost instantly, 'COMPLETED'

Telamon eyed the word, blinking a few times, then turning to the incubator and slowly, almost hesitantly stood up, stammering his way up to the doors, opening them, taking the wailing pill baby in a clawed hand, audibly cringing and recklessly putting them on a nearby table as he wrapped them up in a blanket, watching, seeing that flicker of red code across this thing's silhouette. This expendable was already dirtied from that corrupted code. He reached for one of his swords, the daemonshank, and slowly raised it up in the air.

Too bad, I'll just try again.

"Shedletsky—Wait!" , Until Builderman's voice rang out, having secretly stalked him, the sexual, maybe even gay tension high in the air, before Telamon slowly lowered the sword back into its sheath, letting out a tired grumbled, turning around to face the self-called 'creating innovation' or some shit. Entitled brat.

After a long, maybe even eternal discussion where Telamon would rather just conveniently trip and fall in a coma, Builderman and him agreed to keep the failure alive. Precisely to 'dress, feed and offer them a comfortable place to live'. In the end, Telamon had swiftly crawled over those limits, having made several compromises that he still held up today, 18 or more years later.

Clothes? Dirty, torn apart things. Feed? Dog food'll keep them healthy. Comfortable place? There's nowhere comfortable in the Roblox HQ, the basement floor is the softest, so why are you still whining? You spoiled brat.

And even then, Telamon rarely showed up to see what he'd called '2x2x2x1', probably too disgusted to even try to form other bonds than hatred. Sometimes, he'd leave them weeks on end with a bowl of water and expired food. The only thing that had him coming back was Builderman's insistence.

So why didn't Builderman just take you? Dunno, I guess he was too occupied 'innovating' in trying to delete another corrupted code that had began to nest itself. Damn John, blame John.

Today was one of those days. Telamon didn't show up until a week or so later, holding up a pile of crates his old body struggling to keep up, but the moment 2x2x2x1 offered them, the self-entitled deity swiped their offer away with a hissed response, "You? Help? The only aid you'll bring me is an early decease coming from you."

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