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``𝑯𝒐𝒘... 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆... 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕... 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎? 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕?! 𝑶𝒉 𝑮𝒐𝒅 .. 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒈𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑? 𝑵𝒐...𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕... 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌-?``

The wide eyed creature stared at him with that adorable and innocent gaze, it's skin was a pale grey, it wore a green shirt with blue pants, but hadn't it just been born? It's hair is white like the snow, and it looks a bit like Telamon's.

"TEL
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TELA
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𝙏𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙉!"

Spoke the blue one, uh, pumpkin! Yes... Pumpkin? Dusekkar. What the fuck, Telamon get your shit together, you messy nest!

"OH YES. HAHA. UHM... TELAMON IS HERE, PRESENT!" Heh. As if! Telamon ain't present neither here nor there, though he feels like he should be.

"I'M SORRY FOR BEING ZONED OUT. I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS... THIS THING!" Telamon gestured desperately with one hand as the other one served to cradle the little individual.

"Don't call your creation a thing, TELA! It probably has feelings, I think." Even the ever so intelligent and all knowing Builderman was confused met with the current situation. The yellow skinned man sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair. "TELAMON, did you birth it? I mean, you are an avian, are you not? Did you like, uh, lay an egg...?"

Dusekkar, the ever so serious magic master held back a chuckle with the back of his hand then took the creation from Telamon's arms. "You better be careful with your little chick, swords master! It's a fragile little thing." Dusek spins it around before stopping to stare at those empty eyes that looked too much big! "Okay. Have it back. I think I'm already getting overwhelmed..." Dusekkar handed Telamon the small robloxian back. Telamon facepalmed. "WOW, THANKS FOR THE HELP, MATT." The avian administrator turned back to the creature.

"I... I CAN'T TAKE CARE OF IT. I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO." He feels guilty, he feels trapped, responsible... Responsibility, he doesn't like it. Accountability? It's even worse. He's too much of a coward to face any of that.

"C'mon, you don't even do much around here, John. Maybe it'll be good for you? So you know, you can stop being so lazy like that!" Builderman said the last part like a rich schoolgirl before giggling. "But seriously, maybe it's time you learn a lesson. And what if this... Is the one to help teach you one?" Telamon sighed. "One by One. It's name... I think it's 1x1." Oh Spawn, what is he doing? Why is he naming it? No, he can't! He can't stay with it!

"UHM, DON'T ANY OF YOU GUYS WANT IT? OR LIKE, HELP ME TAKE CARE OF IT? SINCE... I DON'T WANT TO ABANDON A ROBLOXIAN I APPARENTLY CREATED? THAT WOULD JUST BE TOO COWARDLY..." That's exactly what he wants to do, run away from responsibility, run away from... Spawn forbid... 'creatorhood'.

The magic user already refused, slowly shaking his head. "Sorry, TELS, but this one already has to teach magic to robloxians all over! So I'm kinda already taking care of lots of those little guys." Dusekkar bows in apology right after. David rubs his chin. "Uhhh, I already have to do so much y'know? I manage the construction in Robloxia, so it's a busy schedule. Sorry. I could even consider asking Builder, but my bro's also busy with, y'know, taking care of pretty much most things in Robloxia, ranging from economy to..." And then he goes on a ramble about how incredible his younger brother is.

Telamon feels so useless here, so utterly ... Lazy. Dusekkar teaches Robloxians all over the nation about magic, Builderman is the fucking King of Robloxian Kingdom, the other admins already have their own jobs, like Luke who looks over Robloxia's weather. And Telamon? He's nothing. He bets they only chose him out of pity.

(He doesn't notice his crown getting greener with envy. With hatred. With self-depreciation.)

"Hey, you there, John? You could ask BrightEyes, y'know? Maybe you could even develop something with your crush, y'know? Ah yes, I can just imagine, John Shedletsky and Christina, raising little 1x1 together, and it blossoming into a happy family someday, I can just picture it in my head!" Old man. But Telamon finds himself blushing at David's words, him and BrightEyes raising his creation together? That would be a dream come true... If BrightEyes even bothered to look at him as more than a friend.

"Oh, for Spawn's sake, that would be damnation! The two baiters are of the same breed, with this suggestion we should not proceed." BrightEyes was similar to John in some aspects, true, she was as much of a rage baiter and a troller as he was! But at least she got shit done, and she had an actual job. Telamon was just... Spawn, what's up with him today? Why is he so, so melancholic like this?

"I GUESS I COULD TRY ASKING HER... IM JUST SCARED IT WON'T GO WELL." He almost forgot how numb his arms were from rocking 1x1, wait? Since when had he been doing that?! His arms were too tired so he made a mattress out of thin air and laid the creature down gently on it.

"Scared of being rejected by your crush?" The construction master smirked, Telamon smacked the constructor hat outta his head. "SHUT UP, DAVIE." He blushed a bright red. Bright... Ugh, the brainrot was getting to him.

"Anyways, we ought to go, Dude. We have to take care of business, y'know? Let John try to do something for once." Dusekkar said his humble goodbyes and left with Builderman who picked up his hat and put it back on his head before exiting the heights with a 'see ya later!' to John.

Telamon looked at the creature in his bed, it is a mistake, it is born from his emotions. He has been feeling imensurable hatred at the admins and self depreciation towards himself before his 'buddies' showed up. And it just... It just manifested into this, this grey creature. Telamon felt like crying, his creation is now a constant reminder of his own failures and his inability to blame himself for it, he blames the Admins, the Spawn. Anyone but himself.

He knows he's a lazy bun, he knows he's everything the others say about him, behind his back or right in front of him.

But he can't help but feel anger towards them.

Why had they accepted him into the pantheon? Out of pity? He still remembered having to kneel before them, to beg to be one of them. How hard it had been to be accepted as first, he was the first mortal turned administrator of Robloxia, since all previous ones were created directly by the Spawn to help Builderman and Mr. Builder.

Telamon hates them.

He hates them so bad.

Why did they have everything he didn't?! Why were they so powerful, why were them the chosen ones?!

Telamon kneeled over the bed his creation, 1x1, was resting in, his tears falling onto the white sheets.

(His crown turned greener and greener by the second, and he was unaware. Completely oblivious to the changes happening within himself.)

Even Mr. Doombringer had found a place in here, and John still hasn't. Heck, Doombringer came after him! Was the second human turned administrator! And still, he earned respect, he earned fear, he earned praise and worship.

(He defeated N̶o̶l̶i̶. Telamon still remembered his humiliating loss, he was a sword master, damn it! And then he was kneeling by N̶o̶l̶i̶'s feet, pleading it not to kill him. That's so humiliating, begging your enemy to spare you? The stares... The looks the admins gave him... The way they threw a party in celebration for Doombringer's victory, he was made the God of Justice and the Law.)

Telamon was nothing.

Telamon was hatred.

1x1 was negativity.

Telamon hated his negative feelings.

̶T̶e̶l̶a̶m̶o̶n̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶O̶n̶e̶ ̶b̶y̶ ̶O̶n̶e̶.̶

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Strangely, TELAMON began getting attached to the kid, while still trying to maintain his emotional distance. There had been only tragedies in his life, why should he expect good things to happen? The Gods would punish him for thinking like this— surely. (He keeps forgetting he's a God, he doesn't feel like he deserved it anyways, the other Admins made sure of that.)

TELAMON had begun training 1x1x1x1 in sword fighting, and the little winged one was good at it! TELAMON can't help but think about a younger him whenever he looks at that proud smirk, those hands on their hips in a cocky pose. It's so eerie, because he knows this creature is a part of him, that managed to manifest into this gray robloxian.

"YOU'RE GOOD AT THIS, LITTLE ONE. MAYBE YOU COULD BECOME MY FIRST SUCCESSFUL APPRENTICE, EH? THE OTHERS WOULD BE SO JEALOUS." He made an epic face, wich made the child giggle. He forces a smile on his face. It's still strange, how much he resents something that resembles a child so much in it's nature.

"Heavens yeah! I-i only picked up these metal objects... swords... a while ago, and in such little time i managed to scratch your Illumina!" 1x1 rubbed the back of their back, it still had some trouble with words, since it's still a newborn creation (Is TELAMON being too harsh on them? Or maybe too nice? He really doesn't know, he's not ready-)

TELAMON smiled forcedly at 1x1, looking at their daemonshanks. "YOU REALLY LIKE THESE, HUH? GOOD. THEY'RE A GIFT JUST FOR YOU, TWO OF THE HOLY SWORDS FORGED BY ME..." 1x1 listened patiently, with stars in their eyes as their wings fluttered. Of course, TELAMON had told them so many times about the story of his ascension, the heights, the swords, that they were now eager for it.

TELAMON resized to his bigger form, since 1x always liked to see it, and expanded his wings as he retold the stories again and again. He doesn't know why he's doing this, why he's being so nice to it. It is ugly. It is a part of him. It is negativity. He doesn't think he should be treating it this nice. It will surely gain enough power to rebel.

TELAMON gets up. "Where are you going?" the creature that wore green and blue clothes asks, their leg bouncing a little. "THE ADMINISTRATORS— THEY ARE... CALLING ME. TELEPATHICALLY." The wings of the being that wore a wizard robe expanded themselves again.

"I don't think they like U̶S̶ me. Why do i feel... so inferior whenever i am in their presence? I don't know why i feel like this." The creature has tears welling up in their eyes. "Do i have to beg them to like me?" TELAMON freezes. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. PLEASE. He can't... he can't keep composure, can't accept that 1x1x1x1 will always remind him how pathetic he is.

The child is sniffling, and without thinking, TELAMON slaps them across the face. Spawn. It's not his fault, is it? He wasn't thinking, he was overwhelmed, panicking, desperate. He just wants it to SHUT UP and stop wailing already.

"BE SILENT AND FOLLOW WITH ME. OR STAY HERE IF YOU PREFER." 1x1 clutches their cheek in shock and then understanding and self loathing in their eyes as they sat there. TELAMON doesn't even look back before locking up the heights and flying down to the damned mortal realm these Administrator's loved so much, TELAMON despises it. It is full of weak mortals. (TELAMON was forgetting he was once one of them, the thought of a man named John barely flashed through his head.)

1x1x1x1 was left there alone, shaking with anger and sadness. It was their fault, they upset creator, even if they didn't really understand now. They sighed and paced around to calm down, they were locked up, alone at the heights. Maybe they could go to sleep. Do some math questions TELAMON left for it, train if they have potential to construct or manifest something. But... it was all useless— creator would never be happy with it. No matter what it does, nobody will ever appreciate 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎..

1x1x1x1 contemplated on just going to sleep until creator was back. But out of nowhere, they saw a figure flying up to the heights, but it thought it was locked up?! When TELAMON locked the heights, no figure could even fly in the heavens around it.

They picked up it's dual daemonshanks, they were the only protection it had against whatever intruder it was. A robloxian with closed eyes, purple hair and beige skin approached him. Her long hair flowed down her back like waves, and she was dressed in a beautiful white robe, she had the same type of wings as Mr. TELAMON, so also an avian like them and it's creator.

That doesn't matter though! 1x1 has to protect the Heights, they can't be distracted for even a minute! They raised their sword and flew to the sky towards the figure. As they were getting closer, the robloxian's eyes opened up and they blinded 1x1x1x1, who almost fell from so high up, but the mysterious robloxian picked them in their arms.

1x1 was dizzy... especially since this figure was HUGE. Probably TELAMON's height in his tall form. "Heya, sweetie. You okay? Hope i didn't blind you." The woman had a sweet smile, and 1x1 felt warm and cozy. . . WAIT!

"I-INTRUDER! H-how did you bypass the security system of the almighty TELAMON?!" 1x1 hissed like a wild kitty, and the woman giggled. "Doooon't ya worry, sweet thing! I'm a friend of this place's protector. I'm an admin, for your information." She seemed proud of herself— does she come from the same factory as it and TELAMON? 1x1x1x1's eyes widened and they gasped, immediately feeling embarrassed and a bit wary. They know the admins don't like them, and by TELAMON's rants and vents, they also don't like him!

"Uh, i am so sorry, Mrs. Administrator. I wasn't familiar with you. W-What may be your motivation in flying up here?" The Admin closed her bright eyes again when she saw the gray little one squinting. "I'm BrightEyes! but yeah, you can call me Christina or Christie. I'm responsible for overseeing the preparations of events, but not only that. I map out the city to help constructors and demolitionists! And i'm just here because i'm bored, i guess. I wasn't really needed at the meeting, so i decided to hang around a bit in my friend's residence! LOL." Oh my Spawn! She also made an EPIC FACE, like TELAMON.

1x1x1x1 was starting to warm up to the cool, kinda quirky woman. But still, they had to keep their guard up. "What about ya, little sheep? who you." Her face was a bit serious, though not really easy to read since her eyes are closed (1x1 prefers to read people by the eyes— it's how he knows when TELAMON is nervous, or how he knows Builderman is in lov-)

"My name is 1x1x1x1, pronounced one eks one or one by one, and i'm... i was created by TELAMON. I-i am also his apprentice in swordsmanship! I'm pretty good with the daemonshanks." They offered a smile as they hid their arms behind their back. BrightEyes's jaw dropped so low 1x thought it might fall off. "C-C-Created??? Why didn't that ##### tell me about ya earlier?!" She gasped. "Who's the mommy?" Her hand clenched a bit, maybe jealousy...? She wants her friend to be happy, but...

" 'Mommy'? What is a mommy?" They tilted it's head slightly and raised an eyebrow. BrightEyes clicked her tongue before realizing. "Oh, he did that creating bullshit? I get it, LOL. That's something TELS would do!" 1x1 smiled at the woman that seemed to know their creator so well, it wanted to say something but they were waiting for the woman to stop talking first, a vein popped in their forehead, and their right red eye twitched, just like it happened with Telamon.

"U-Uhm, you're BrightEyes— right? Creator always talks about you." The woman gets a little flustered and 1x1x1x1 smiles. "He seems to value a lot your friendship!" BrightEyes clears her throat. "Oh... is that so?"

They spent some more time talking before BrightEyes asked: "Hey, do you usually spar with TELAMON? He is GREAT at swordsmanship, that's why he's God of the Swords and the Heights. I'm not really a fighter myself, but he did teach me. Ah, that young soul! I'm older than him, yet he seems 10x more experienced!" She kept rambling about her crus- friend. "Yeah, Creator took me in as an apprentice, so we often duel. He even gave me dual daemonshanks as a gift..." They give a little smile, pushing against their hurt cheek a little and making it wince quietly.

BrightEyes scanned the sword, before materializing her own. "Heya, let's spar! I could totally pwn you!" She stuck her tongue out in a very silly manner.

They sparred and dueled with the swords until the both were exhausted and sweating, they panted as they laid down on the floors of the Heights. Their white hair and BrightEyes's long purple hair definitely had to be washed later. "Hey, you were incredible at this! I could feel the same fiery spirit i feel in TELAMON, inside you." BrightEyes poked them in the chest. But as she turned to face them, she finally realized, a red hand mark on their right cheek. Her smile fell and she opened her eyes, momentarily blinding the kid as they closed their eyes. Her purple wings fluttered.

"One by One, what is this? Who... how did you get hurt?" 1x1 thought... it thought the admins didn't care about it? BrightEyes was the first one to show something above awkwardness or mockery towards them. "I-It's was nothing, just... i made TELAMON a bit upset." They replied with their eyes closed. It's white wings fell a little. As if they were feeling

"TELAMON did this?! Baby, i'm gonna have to have a talk with him. Put some sense into his head— that this is NOT okay at all." She caressed the hurt cheek gently. 1x1x1x1 got a little nervous, it knows how much TELAMON likes Christina, and how sad Creator would be if she scolded him. "J-just don't fight with him, please, he would be sad, i don't want creator sad..." They felt tears welling up. BrightEyes closed her eyes and ruffled it's hair. "I promise, One by One."

As 1x1x1x1 laid down on bed and BrightEyes sat on the floor, they started. "Y'know... i think you have been the nicest person i have seen in my short life!" The beige-skinned robloxian liked the compliment, so she began caressing their wings. "Builderman, Dusekkar— and especially Mr.Doombringer. . . They all look at me and TELAMON as if we didn't deserve all of this. I know they are trying to be kind, but i can't trust them. Mrs. Christie. . . You're the only one TELAMON speaks nicely about, and the only one i like." Christina smiles.

"I... i know. I know they don't like TELAMON, most administrator's shun him for being a formal mortal and for his playful pranks. Even Doombringer, who turned into a God after him, has more respect from the others than the two of us combined. I have been created along with the others. Clock, Luke, and all of who were born after the Builder Brothers and [. . .] But i have never really been that useful for the team, or Robloxia. But with TELAMON... i feel i can be myself, sometimes i can be human, even though i never was. He makes me feel... different. And what happens to him... it's injustice." BrightEyes stops to breath. "And i don't know just how much it affected his mental state and perspective."

1x1x1x1 looks down. Now they have a deeper look into the Administrator's fragile friendships and it's hierarchy and injustice. "Creator doesn't want to be associated with humans— he says they are fragile and weak, and that they do wrong. I also feel the same way, strangely. But... i don't like seeing him so sad, so i try my best to be perfect, just like he does."

"I just want to know, why does he have so much shame? He seems ashamed of a weakness, a fragility. I don't know what happened, and he doesn't speak of it, too." BrightEyes's eyes open and widen as she realizes. "I d-don't know it myself, but... there was a battle, the one where Mr. Doombringer became admin. I don't know what happened, since i was one of the first to get knocked out. I just wish that idiot TELAMON didn't have such envy of Mr. Doombringer after that battle, he's perfect the way he is." She sighs and blushes.

"Also, i'il still have a talk with him about your injury."

"I was hoping you'd forget that..."

"LOL. I may be a bit of a quirky gal— but am not forgetful."

The Administrator meeting came to an end, and soon, TELAMON would be back to the heights. And maybe a confrontation will await him. Along with... other life changing events.

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TELAMON returned by wings to his humble residence, the Heights. The meeting had been an extremely important one. To decide who would be guardian of the land of the infractors of Robloxia's rule, where the worst of criminals lived, the Banlands. Who would keep the 7 keys in their care? That is a topic left for another day.

As he set foot in the flame circle, he saw 2 figures there. What in Spawn's name is BrightEyes doing here? And, oh, 1x1x1x1 is by her side... So his goddess finally learned about it. What did she think about this mistake? This flawed side of TELAMON?

"BrightEyes, PLEASED TO SEE YOU HERE. BUT I WONDER, WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF YOUR HOLY PRESENCE IN BEING AT THE HEIGHTS?" Treating her so formally like this... Big difference from how he aboards others.

"Hey, TELS! I just thought I could come crashing here, since the meeting was getting boring for me, and I know I'm not really needed there. And I found this... Little chick. Like, TELAMON, why did you not tell me you had a daughter/son/child/whatever?" She opened her eyes as she looked at the little creature. 1x1x1x1 bowed seeing it's creator standing there, and also felt a little embarrassed at Mrs. Christie's words.

The God of swordsmanship and flames closed his eyes as to not get blinded by his fellow Admin. He really loved seeing her face and eyes, but it was impossible sometimes. The first time he had gotten to see her eyes, BrightEyes apologized when he winced in pain and his eyes got watery as they burned.

"OH, I UNDERSTAND. I DID LEAVE SPARE KEYS WITH YOU ANYWAYS." He would do anything for his crush, and if there was even a chance she could come at night to stalk him.. hah... What is he even thinking about? He and Christina are on totally different levels in the hierarchy. She's gorgeous, intelligent, has great mobility, is one of the founding Gods of Robloxia, she prepares various important events, helps map out the city with her wonderful purple wings and-

"Yeah, yeah. You always give me access to a lot of your things, since I'm apparently so special to you, like little 1x1 here said..." 1x1x1x1 seems a bit intrigued by BrightEyes boldness. That was really bold, BrightEyes. She blushes and fans herself to appear nonchalant.

TELAMON was stunned. Was 1x1x1x1 disclosing personal stuff about TELAMON? He knew it, 1x1x1x1 is a failure, is all his most weakest spots being exposed like a open wound. His wings fell a little in sadness, BrightEyes probably thinks he's a creep now, a weirdo, totally lost. The swordsman fails to notice his fellow swordswoman flustered expression.

1x1x1x1 began to feel sad all of a sudden, and looked at it's Creator for comfort, but also began to feel angry at themselves. They felt like... Like TELAMON wanted them to disappear right now. Didn't want to see their face. Even as it desperately wanted comfort. BrightEyes sensed the tense atmosphere and closed her eyes. She took 1x1x1x1 into her arms and walked up to TELAMON putting 1x1 in front of him. "TELAMON, you and little 1x1 seem tense. You could at least comfort it, you know? It is... Well... It does resemble a child."

TELAMON'S eyes widened a bit. BrightEyes was disappointed with him for being a bad creator? Oh Spawn, he fucked up. Now Christina will hate him for forever. "I-I'M SORRY. COME HERE, 1X1X1X1." The yellow skinned admin takes the white haired Robloxian into his big, strong arms. "SHHH. IT'S OKAY, WHATEVER YOU'RE FEELING, CREATOR IS NOT... IS NOT MAD AT YOU." It felt bad to lie. BrightEyes looked at him confused at the 'whatever you're feeling' part. Hmmm... Maybe she should ask Builderman or Dusekkar later.

"CREATOR IS JUST A BIT SAD YOU SAID SOMETHING SO... EMBARRASSING TO MRS. CHRISTIE." He looked away, blushing. "BUT IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT. YOU JUST CARE FOR ME AND HER, THAT'S GREAT." He wrapped his wings around them. 1x1x1x1 seemed a little more at ease, but couldn't help but feel Creator was hiding his emotions again. (Absolute bullshit, this creature is negativity. It is corruption. It cannot care for a human being, it wants to destroy them and itself.)

"MRS. CHRISTINA MCGRATH. I AM SO DEEPLY SORRY FOR MY NEGLIGENT BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS MY CREATION, PLEASE... DON'T BE MAD AT ME?" Oh Spawn. He wants to oof himself right now. He's being so pathetic in front of BrightEyes. He feels like a puppy looking at it's owner for forgiveness after messing up with their equipment.

BrightEyes's face darkened a little bit. "You shouldn't ask me for forgiveness. TELS, you should do things out of your own will, not because you're scared of displeasing someone or pleasing them. That's dishonest." She held her arms behind her back. A serious stance compared to the usual ragebaiting Goddess.

TELAMON looked away a bit. Didn't she appreciate his efforts? He did everything for her. He doesn't understand... He wants to please her to the best of his abilities, hates seeing her disappointed with him. 1x1x1x1 strangely feels the same way, but towards their creator. The difference is, it can never make him proud.

"YOU'RE RIGHT, MRS. CHRISTINA. I WILL TAKE THIS TEACHING TO HEART..." Not really right now, but maybe someday he will understand.

Christina approaches the both of them and pats little 1x's head while resting the other hand on TELAMON's arm. "John... You look so cuuute like this! Like a mama bird. Are you breast feeding right now? Look at the way you cradle it!" There she is. Good ol' BrightEyes, TELAMON's partner in being annoying as fuck.

"NOT YOU TOO, BRIGHTY!" Spawn kill him, why did he speak to his goddess with such intimacy?! "DAVID AND MATT COMMENTED ON IT ALREADY, WANNA HEAR WHAT THEY SAID? "Telamon, did you lay an egg?" EMBARRASSING! I AM A MALE! 1X1X1X1 JUST APPEARED OUT OF... I DON'T KNOW, ACTUALLY." He knows, but revealing that much would be the death or him.

BrightEyes laughed at his face. "C'mon, man! If an avian friend of mine appeared with a baby avian all of a sudden, I would think they laid an egg! Male or whatever sex. The only issue is, 1x1x1x1 hatched already looking like a grown up..." She pinched their cheeks and opened her eyes, but saw them closing theirs so she retreated. "Oh, S-Sorry... Got too excited. Anyways, you're so grown up already, aren't you, 1x1x1x1? Most baby chicks are born really ugly, no hair, strangely textures skin and looking like it came out of a horror movie!" She shakes her head and 1x1x1x1 giggles.

TELAMON ponders on his own childhood. How had he really looked as a little chick? His mother always told him that, by being part human, he didn't look as ugly as his father looked. Now he is curious.

1x1x1x1 is giggling as BrightEyes praises it and makes little jokes. Telamon blushes and looks at the clouds around the Heights. Is this what Builderman meant by having his fantasies about him, Christina and 1x1x1x1 being a family? It... It's nice. Really. She's caring, sweet, knows TELAMON like the palm of her hand, and she can put the failure in it's place, making it not whine so much and be a self-depreciating mess.

He hides his red face with his head wings.

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Months later (Time for Gods don't matter that much), TELAMON and BrightEyes had grown undeniably... Closer these last few weeks. Whenever the God of Flames and Swords was busy, his friend would take charge of taking care of tiny 1x1x1x1 (who was beginning to grow really fast! Their hair was already long, enough to make a decent ponytail, and was beginning to grow tall. Had TELAMON fed them steroids?) and whenever BrightEyes needed help with mapping out the cities, TELAMON and 1x1x1x1 would help flying over it themselves.

The thing is, the both of them are desperate, and that is completely unknown to each other. Every touch, every conversation, every moment together... It sent the both of them panicking like one of Builderman's malfunctioning robots. And they don't know what to do about it, both too scared to take the next step.

While TELAMON feels depressed and has low self esteem to even consider that BrightEyes would like him, BrightEyes is scared of getting the wrong signals. She's suspicious about TELAMON'S feelings, but any time she thinks 'oh, he might just be really friendly' it frustrates her and makes her rip out some feathers in desperation.

So, BrightEyes finally gains enough courage to confide in someone... And it's 1x1x1x1. Is it irrational to vent to a kid about how much you are in love with their creator? Yeah. But she'll go crazy if she continues keeping this to herself!

She sits on the circle of Flames of the heights, taking advantage of the fact TELAMON is away. 1x1x1x1 is a little sick today, down with a fever so they look a bit tired. Poor baby. "Hey ... 1x1x1x1... I feel... I... How I feel about your creator is... Is .. uhh... No! No! Spawn, what am I even...? Sorry. Sorry." She clears her throat and turns away from the bed 1x1x1x1 lays in. The gray skinned creature sits up, extremely exhausted and sick, but willing to listen. "Mrs. McGrath... You okay? What do you want to tell me..." They blinked slowly.

Christina opens her eyes and 1x1x1x1 closes theirs, she doesn't even notice as tears start to blue her bright eyes. "I... I'm in love with TELAMON. Spawn, I'm completely head over heels for him, it's not even funny how much emotions he brought me in such a short time (years), I swear I'm having more hormonal changes than a pregnant woman." She chuckles then buries her face in her arms.

1x1x1x1 rubs at their eyes and yawns adorably as they muster up the strength to respond. "What are you so worried over, Mrs. Christie? Is it just because you're in love with creator? Something that was already a bit obvious, by the way." It smiles then coughs.

BrightEyes's face is flushed as she looks away. "Don't say it like that, 1x. I... It's not just because I'm in love with him... It's because I don't know if he's in love with me. I know you have given me hints, he has given me hints, but... I don't know. What if he only likes me as a friend?" Her bottom lip trembled as she plucks some feathers from her wings.

1x1x1x1 stands up to sit on the floor, it stops BrightEyes's plucking with it's own hands. "Are you... Serious?" 1x1x1x1 looks away. Scared of saying things and TELAMON being mad. It knows perfectly TELAMON's feelings towards BrightEyes, and how non platonic they are. "Creator loves you. Believe me, okay? He never told me directly, but... The hints are enough, I think." They leave a bit of doubt at the end. It would be easier to just tell BrightEyes the entire truth, but that could lead to complications 1x1x1x1 is too sick to deal with.

BrightEyes looks at them hopefully, and they have to close their eyes again. "Is it true? Does TELAMON really like me...? I knew it! I knew it! I still don't know it because my ####### thoughts are betraying me right now..." She wipes the tears from her eyes. "Thank you, little winged one. I... Do you think I should talk with Builderman? He has been TELAMON's friends for longer than I. Or Dusekkar? He is experienced in relationships after all, maybe he can give me some advice on how to be super mega hyper charming and have TELAMON all to myself!"

1x1x1x1 giggled. "Yeah, yeah. Go ask them, they're creators friends and probably can give you some useful advice, Mrs. Christie. Now, I really need to rest..." They returned to bed, their fever was making them very sleepy.

"Sorry for wasting your time, 1x1x1x1. Sleep well!" She leaves with an epic face to try and cheer 1x1x1x1 up.

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BrightEyes flies down to the Magic grounds, the place she is certain Dusekkar is at right now. Every day, at exactly 13:00 PM, the Magic master is teaching his students with no delay.

Dusekkar looks up at the sky, needing to put on his red glasses (that Mr. Doombringer brought for him) to analyze the figure correctly. He grips his staff in hands and finally sees the purple hair, white robes. Ah, it's ragebaiter #2, Mrs. Christina McGrath, goddess responsible for planning events and mapping out cities across the Robloxia Kingdom.

"What purpose brings your divine presence to my humble teaching grounds, BrightEyes?" Dusekkar asks before the swordswoman lands. She looks conflicted with those bright eyes of hers looking everywhere but at his face. Dusekkar, being one of the only with power enough to withstand the pressure of those dangerous orbs, can very easily read his fellow Administrator.

"You appear to be conflicted. Is it determination in your face that is depicted?" He tilts his head, pumpkin mask moving together. The fire inside calms a little, sensing no threat, only tension.

"I... You're married, right, Master?" She fidgets with her fingers. So it's a matter of love, hm? Matt looks around, hoping nome of his disciples are hearing about this. It's not that he feels ashamed of his relationship, it's just a private part of his life. "Yes, i am. What is the purpose behind this question?"

"I need some advice! It's about TELAMON." She rubs the back of her neck. Dusekkar's eyes widen and let's out a quiet gasp. He was not expecting this at all! He had known that the baiter #1 had a crush on baiter #2 for a while, basically all of the admins, except Doombringer (who is a little dense), knows about this. But BrightEyes feeling the same? This is new.

"That's... Surprising. I thought you merely held feelings of friendship towards the winged one? But it appears Builderman was right, thine both initiated taking care of One by One?" He stroked his chin in deep thought.

"Yeah, we did. The little one is so fun to be around! And is also growing up in a considering fast pace. It's fun to pwn them in sword fighting!" She puts her hands on her hips, momentarily forgetting why she is here. "Yeah... I don't really know how to be explicit or obvious about my feelings. So it may have seemed I just saw TELAMON as a friend or a mere fellow Administrator, but i actually saw him as more..." The purple haired woman looks away, blushing. Dusekkar smiles at the adorable way BrightEyes is acting right now, but also feels a headache coming in these next days.

"Anyways, returning to the issue at present. What is the problem with you liking John? Is something bothering you, to the point you had to come asking me for help?" He used his staff to help a student get back on their feet after using a flying spell. He's so controlled and organized. An exemple to all Administrators. Dusekkar and Mr. Doombringer could really be considered the organized, respected and feared power couple among Robloxians.

"I have no idea how to confess my liking to him, can you tell me how you conquered Doombringer?" Dusekkar paused a little at the question. "Ah, young one. It is complicated, verily, since... For us, it just happened. When Doombringer became an Admin, I admired his strength in the face of the enemy, his determination to punish infractors, even if it was too much sometimes. And he craved my controlled and organized personality to complete his, the way I could make him calm down if he lost his cool. The way he would swear to protect me, and I would do the same. Both knowing the other can protect themselves just fine. We basically just... Completed each other." He told the story with a smile on his face and a blush behind his blue pumpkin mask.

BrightEyes is happy for them really, but she's scared. She doesn't know if she and TELAMON will just attract naturally, like magnets. Yeah, they're similar, but also so different? And that can make it a bit harder to be like....halves to each other, she thinks.

"But i don't know how to go about it. I feel like... The both of us have too much shame. We can't take the next step. And... It's awkward... I don't know if we're meant for each other."

The magic master wanted to facepalm at the Swordswoman's words. He swears the ragebaiters are doomed! "BrightEyes, young one. Just stop to think about... You immediately gravitated towards his creation, 1x1x1x1. Taking care of the chick like a mama bird. You obviously care about him, and he cares about you. And you three care about each other in a way that... Could be considered a family already." His gaze softened and his flame was low. He pokes the smaller goddess in the chest. "TELAMON. Likes. You. That's it. If you want, I have proof. Builderman has proof, the entirety of the ####### Robloxia has evidence." BrightEyes blushes again, she will explode if she gets just a little more red.

"If you feel like coward TELS isn't prepared to take the next step himself, then you do it." He points at her and leans in closer. "Don't wait forever, Dear avian." He materializes a ring on his hand and gives it to her, closing her palm around the Spawn decorated object. "Take your chance, Christina McGrath. If he's too much of a coward to accept what's going between you two, then he's not worth it."

BrightEyes wipes tears from her bright eyes before bowing down. "Thank you, Mr. Dusek. Thank you so much. I'll keep this favour in memory for eternity."

She flies away and leaves Dusekkar to resume his teaching. Dusek prays for everything to go perfectly. He just feels a little uneasy at the hint of green aura he saw around BrightEyes, he had sensed it on TELAMON before, but stronger. Is he the core of this malignant force?

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BrightEyes's next destination is Builderman. She needs to talk with him, as he is TELAMON'S best friend forever #1. She needs his blessing...

She spots the yellow skinned man wearing a construction hat in a nearby park bench, he looks a bit lost, or simply enjoying the view of young Robloxians playing and talking a walk in the park. It's the example of what he built, what they fought for. His own Kingdom, thriving and alive.

Builderman feels her presence from afar, but pretends to be spooked when she lands right in front of him. "Oh my Spawn! Is this a messager Angel sent to me?" BrightEyes feels her cheeks heat up a little at the comparison of her with the figure of an angel.

"It's just me, boss. BrightEyes." She can't bear to look at his face. It's difficult to talk with literally the #3 in this universe's hierarchy, the first creation of our God Spawn, the creator of 2x2 and founder of Robloxia. There's so many nicknames for David Baszucki, the Builderman, that it can take at least 10 pages to name all of them.

"I know it's you, Brighty." He smiles at her. "What brings you here? Wanna appreciate the view too?" He gestures for her to sit at his side. He's in his normal form, so BrightEyes takes up half of the bench.

"I... It's a short visit, boss. Also, I'm sorry for not having attended last meeting, I..." She sighs and ties her hair up, it's hot. "I have to ask... You are TELAMON's best friend, right, sir? Do you... Can you... I..." Deep breaths, Christina. You can do this. "I want to propose to him. And since you're his best friend, I wanted to... Gain your blessings, God of Construction." Her hands were sweating while holding the ring.

Builderman's eyes widened in realization and a bit of fear, oh..okay then. He rubs the back of his neck. "I know I joked about you, TELS and little 1x1x1x1 becoming a family some time ago, but I didn't think..." He looked down at his hands. Then put a smile on his face. "Hey, I was right! You did accept him, I told him." He seemed proud, and BrightEyes smiled at her boss's antics. "And don't worry about the meeting, you... Forget it. Anyways, you want my blessings, right? You look determined to do this." He patted her back. "You already talked with Dusekkar?" BrightEyes nodded. Builderman seemed lonely, and wanted to talk a little bit more.

"I didn't think it would come to this. Even so, I'm happy for you and TELAMON. He always talked about you, y'know? There wasn't a single conversation where he wasn't 'christina this' 'christina that', so, knowing you feel the same way about him ... It's a nice feeling, you know?" He looks up at the stars as the day turns into night, Spawn, give him strength. He misses them more than anything right now.

"You have my blessing, BrightEyes." He takes her hands in his and looks at her eyes, smiling. BrightEyes feels tears dripping down her cheeks. "T-Thank you, sir." Builderman squeezes her hands. "You are free to be happy, to forget your path and future with TELAMON. I'm proud of you two." He finally releases her hands. "If you want to confess as soon as possible, you should go already." He leans back against the bench.

BrightEyes bows down and thanks almost infinitely, then flies up to the Heights again, leaving Builderman alone with his thoughts.

He misses looking at the stars with them.

He... is happy for TELAMON, but... Oh, Spawn... How he wishes he could be BrightEyes.

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When BrightEyes reached the Heights, she only found a sleeping, sick 1x1x1x1. But she thought MOMMON had returned already? Anyways, she'll wait for him while taking care of 1x1x1x1.

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Just seconds before BrightEyes had returned to the Heights, TELAMON had descended into the mortal realm to talk with his good old friend, Builderman. The one who made TELAMON beg to become a God, and ended up turning into TELAMON'S best friend.

Builderman was still in that same bench, staring up into space as he hugged himself. Why can't he stop shaking? It's hot outside, not cold. The air is still and that gets under his skin. Why is he feeling such jealously? He should feel happy, right?

TELAMON landed gracefully and retracted his wings, resizing his body to fit his friend's proportions. He doesn't seem to notice Builderman all shook up, too focused on dealing with his own stuff inside his mind.

"DAVID. IT'S ME, TELAMON." Builderman feels the soul jump out of his body before he catches himself. "Oh my ####### Spawn, now that was a jumpscare." He breathes deeply before turning to face his friend. "Hey, TELA! What are you doing here, man? Wanna help me work around Robloxia?" He was genuinely happy seeing his friend and stood up. Finally some relaxing after all this stress. He stretches a bit, his brother was right in telling him he was getting older...

"IT'S NOT... THAT'S NOT WHY I'M HERE, BUILDY." He has his arms behind his back as his face is slightly obscured by his hood. "I AM HERE TO ASK FOR ADVICE, WELL, I AM PLANNING TO CONFESS TO BRIGHTEYES... FINALLY... AFTER DECADES." His beautiful yellow skin turns red. Builderman's smile falls. How he wishes that blush was directed at him.

"Wow, I'm happy for you, man." He runs a hand through his blonde hair. "You have any idea on how to do it? What exactly do you want advice on?" God. He feels so tired. Absolutely exhausted. "I... I DON'T KNOW WHAT OBJECT I USE, I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO MAKE A RING, AND DUSEKKAR WENT TO DOOMBRINGER'S HOUSE, I DON'T WANT TO CATCH THEM DOING SOMETHING WRONG. COULD YOU HELP ME FIND SOMETHING?" Builderman leaned back against the bench.

"Hey, since you and BrightEyes are avians. You could give her one of your feathers. I mean, I heard that birds can give gifts to their partners as a form of courtship. Maybe that same instinct exists inside you two too?" He smirked teasingly. It's fun poking fun at some Robloxian's animalistic nature.

TELAMON'S eyes widened. "YEAH... YOU'RE RIGHT! BUT... DO YOU THINK SHE'LL APPRECIATE IT?" He still seems a bit nervous. "Don't worry, TELA. She'll be into it, and maybe you're expecting a gift for you too, I don't know." He shrugged and TELAMON raised an eyebrow before thinking of something. He plucked a feather from his brown wings and put it in Builderman's constructor hat. Builderman was stunned before his face started heating up like crazy.

"THIS... IS A THANK YOU. AND A SIGN OF OUR FRIENDSHIP AND PARTNERSHIP, BUILDY." He approached Builderman and squeezed his shoulder, blushing slightly. "THANK YOU." He whispered before flying away.

Builderman was left reeling, and happy. This was a gift he would keep for forever... One of TELAMON's feathers. Even if he couldn't be with TELAMON, TELAMON would be with him.

Maybe it's not too bad now. He found a reliable person. Someone who will finally stay with him forever...

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In the Heights.

BrightEyes had been waiting for John for a little while now, 1x1x1x1 had gotten a bit cooler from the fever and was sleeping to regain it's strength.

She gripped the ring decorated with a Spawn symbol in the middle, with little brown and purple wings at it's side, with a sweaty hand as she waited for TELAMON.

When she saw TELAMON approaching, she stood up. TELAMON landed. Both of them closer their eyes and got down on their knees at the same time.

"CHRISTINA MCGRATH,

. . .

"John James 'TELAMON' Shedletsky III,

. . .

"WILL you BE mine?"

. . .

They opened their eyes wide, TELAMON didn't care his eyes were actively burning from looking at those bright eyes. One of them holding a feather in hands, and the other a ring.

"Huh?"

They gasped, loudly, wich woke up little 1x1x1x1. "Huh what? What's happening?" The sick pre teen looked at the both of them confused.

"You... Love me?" BrightEyes asked TELAMON nervously, looking at the feather in his head. She knows what it means. While she was a bit calmer, TELAMON was almost having a heart attack. "WAIT... WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?!? YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY... OH GOD... YOU LIKE ME?!?!?" He was freaking out and panting.

"Yeah! I do! Also, I wasn't that sure if you realy liked me... But... Hey, I was gonna propose first!" She pouted.

"NO, I WAS!"

"I literally went to Dusekkar and Builderman first."

"YOU DID?"

1x1x1x1 went back to sleep at the stupid banter, they were happy for it's parents.

BrightEyes looked at the ring then at TELAMON'S fingers. "Would you have me... As your partner?" Telamon nodded, and Christina slipped the ring into his ring finger.

"AND WOULD YOU HAVE ME AS YOUR PARTNER, ALSO?" BrightEyes nodded and closed her eyes finally. TELAMON put the feather in her hair.

. . .

"OKAY... SO, WHAT DO WE DO NOW?" TELAMON asked hesitantly. BrightEyes took his face in her hands and pulled him into a kiss, it only lasted a few seconds because the both of them are extremely inexperienced. But it left TELAMON drooling and babbling on the floor of the Heights, he could die happily. BrightEyes chuckled with those honey tasted lips of hers and laid down on top of him.

They're doomed for each other.

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In their 1 month anniversary, they finally decided to go public to the rest of the admins. How would they go about this? Well, BrightEyes will do what's she's best in, planning parties. So she invited all the Administrators of Robloxia into the party, Luke, Clock, Reese, Doom, Dusek, Builder 1 and Builder 2, everyone!

TELAMON was a bit nervous with this decision to out themselves in such a grand way, but with Christina's hand hand in his, rubbing his ring while he played with the feather in her hair, he found himself corageous enough to have all of those filthy admins in the Heights.

The party was going great, most of them not even knowing what is happening or what is the motive of this event, but that was a common occurrence with BrightEyes's invitations.

Builderman didn't really want to approach TELAMON and BrightEyes right now, yeah, he was happy with them, but he couldn't promise he wouldn't grip the glass of wine in his hands until it broke if he saw TELAMON kissing another mouth.

Dusekkar approached the God of Construction. "David, why do you find yourself so lonely? Don't you find your friend's happiness lovely?" Matt was accompanied by Mr. Doombringer, who looked lost as always in a party. "Honey, why are we here? I thought purple hair had said this was a big and important party?" The justice bringer spoke quietly to Dusekkar before his eyes widened seeing the wine fountain, he ran up to it without hearing Dusekkar's response. The magic master sighed and turned to Builderman again. "Come along, David. Let's give our words of support to BrightEyes and TELAMON!" He took the older God's hand in his. Why even Dusekkar seemed oblivious to Builderman's feelings...?!

Matt Dusek dragged Builderman towards the happy couple who were dancing, Christina spinning John into her arms as he looked deeply in love and dizzy. Christie spotted them and waved. "Builderman! Dusekkar! I knew you two would make it, LOLZ." She made that signature epic face, wich made TELAMON look in front of him. "DAVIE! WHERE WERE YOU HIDING? I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE THE FIRST I'D SEE, REALLY. I ACTUALLY SPOTTED YOUR BROTHER HERE EARLIER." He extended his hand to his friend.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm just feeling a little sick, and these lights... Man, I don't know how you young people can manage to look at such bright things like this all the time!" He chuckled like an old man. Dusekkar raised an eyebrow, they didn't sense any Illnesses affecting his smaller friend. Odd. Why does he feel the need to lie?

"Anyways, I dragged David here so the both of us can give you our blessings. I would drag Doombringer along too, but..." They look at the table where the wine fountain is, Doombringer is on top of it, dancing with wine coloured Stains staining his shirt. "Telamon and BrightEyes," He turns back to them. "You both have my blessings, and my prayers for a bright and shining future for you two as a couple. And I also hope you two avoid causing more trouble in double." He sighs and shakes his head.

"THANK YOU MATT, REALLY. ALSO, CAN'T PROMISE ANYTHING ABOUT THAT LAST PART!" He made an epic face and put his hand on his hips. Dusekkar smiled, even as the green aura surrounding his friend weakened his magical powers a bit. Builderman looked to the side before taking a deep breath and speaking: "I... I'm happy for you two. I know I gave you both my blessings already, but... I just want you two to know I'm fully supportive of this relationship, and wish a nice future for the two of you, blessed directly by the Spawn." He closed his eyes and sighed. TELAMON qnd BrightEyes's eyes widened. Had the Spawn spoken to Builderman? And given them it's divine blessing...

Builderman's eyes well up with tears. He feels like he's losing TELAMON, he's losing again. And it's all his fault for being a coward, again. He hugs TELAMON. "And... Thanks for the feather..." He blushed and broke the embrace. TELAMON was a bit spooked by all this emotion, coming from the David Baszucki themselves. Hmm.

Builderman and Dusekkar retreat, leaving the couple to resume in their fun. At exactly 21:00 PM, Christina flies up to the tallest of the Heights. And materialized a microphone. "I want to announce that, the reason for this party to exist... Is that... Me and TELAMON are dating!" Cheers and gasps rang from below as Christina landed back on the floor.

Some of the Administrators talked among themselves with evident venom in their voices, the two 'worst' Admins got together? Oh, that is absolute hell!

While some, mostly close friends, were excited with theirs 'i told you so!' 'where's my 1000 Robux's?' and more supportive voicings.

But TELAMON started panicking as he looked at Doombringer and Clockwork talk among themselves, talking about him. He crumpled to the floor, trying to cover his ears. All of this, the music, the lights, the people, the pressure, the talking, they're talking about him. They're talking about TELAMON, he knew it, they hate him! They don't want him around, no one does. He knew, Doombringer is superior, everyone is superior!

He starts crying while panting, he can't breath properly, he feels like he's drowning, like he's a mere mortal having a panic attack. He needs to get out of here. TELAMON flies up from the lowest floor to the highest, he finds 1x1x1x1 training with swords and slumps to the floor. He's breathing hard, his lungs feel like they're burning and he can't open his eyes from the tears making a barrier to the outside world.

1x1x1x1 looks at their creator and approached him, dropping it's dual daemonshanks to the ground as they fly towards TELAMON. "Creator, what is wrong? Are you okay? Why do I... We. Why do we feel like this? So... Inferior, what happened at the party." TELAMON can't respond right now and 1x1x1x1 feels it's throat tightening, as if there's a rope around it.

1x1x1x1 stays by their creator's side, not daring to touch him, but trying to get the God to calm down. "C-Creator, I'm here! Do you want me to call BrightEyes? i- just breathe, please, or you'll pass out." 1x1x1x1 was sick worried about it's creator, but also the pressure was threatening to swallow them whole.

TELAMON got up on shaky legs, resizing to feel smaller. And approached 1x1x1x1, punching it in the face. 1x1x1x1 gasped and fell to the floor, frightened and hurt. "C-Creator... Why...?"

"YOU FUCKING FAILURE, YOU'RE THE REASON EVERYONE HATES ME! THIS HELLISH NEGATIVITY INSIDE ME, IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU RUINED MY LIFE, I REGRET HAVING EVER MANIFESTED YOU!" 1x1x1x1 couldn't believe what they were hearing, their young mind fragile and breaking. It started crying loudly, both from the physical pain and the hurt and anger.

BrightEyes was looking for TELAMON everywhere, so she went to the highest of the Heights with her wings and found TELAMON screaming at a 1x1x1x1 that had a red mark on their cheek.

BrightEyes felt anger like no other rising up inside of her, she flew quickly towards TELAMON and pushed him to the ground, restraining his hands as she pinned his wrists down. "TELAMON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY?!" She bared her teeth and opened her eyes, forcing TELAMON to close his as he fought against her grip. "I NEED TO KILL IT! LET ME KILL IT! IT... EVERYONE HATES ME. RELEASE ME, CHRISTINA! I'LL END MY SUFFERING!"

BrightEyes started crying but didn't release him. This level of agression and hate wasn't normal, it seemed it was directed at both 1x1x1x1 and himself. "Shhh, Shhh... They don't hate you TELAMON. I'm not letting you go and possibly harm 1x1x1x1 further or harm yourself. TELAMON, I love you. Please, return to me?" She pleaded to him as she brushed his hair with her fingers.

TELAMON started calming down a little, instead of being agressive, he was now depressed. Crying as he was frozen still, he didn't want her on top of him. Didn't want to feel skin on skin. His senses are too overwhelmed to do anything about it, though. "CHRISTINA..." he hiccuped. "K-KILL IT, CHRISTINA. PLEASE, IT WILL RUIN US."

1x1x1x1 stared at the both of them with pure hatred and hurt. This level of betrayal was new to the recently made creature. Can't it receive just a tiny bit of love from it's creator at least once in it's life? WHY DOES CREATOR NOT LOVE THEM?! WHY?

1x1x1x1 stood up, shaking and crying. "Y-You! Why can't you love me..?! Why can't you love us? Please, I beg of you, My God... Don't discard me for YOUR mistakes." Their red eyes shine and their wings are right in place. They wipe the tears from their eyes and turns their back to TELAMON and BrightEyes, standing in the other side of the circle of flames with their Daemonshanks.

BrightEyes look at 1x1x1x1 then back at TELAMON. There's something her lover is not telling her, she can feel it.

"John, how was 1x1x1x1 made? What's all this talk about shared feelings and all this... Negativity towards each other and your own selves?"

. . .

TELAMON'S white domino crown was almost a complete green, the next straw broken would be the last.