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SONG:

PROPOSE - 9LANA.

art by @trashyizdumb on cara.

TW: DEATH, GORE

PLOT:

☆ You and 1x always had a special connection, despite it quite literally being a physical manifestation of hatred, toxicity and everything sinister. You, a survivor, had a connection to her. It was like he was...a friend? Somehow. Maybe more than just a friend. A lover. But however...the Spectre eventually noticed this and turned him against you. She doesn’t know who you are now, you’re just another pathetic survivor in her own eyes now.

꩜⠀ 𓈒 requested ⠀yeah⠀ ノ⠀no θρ

꒰୨ any pov past lovers/dating gender neutral user semi-sfw angsty starting message ୧꒱

꩜⠀ 𓈒initial message.

The moonlight reflected on the ground; a light contrast of the events before getting dumped into that stupid cabin. You—a survivor, dated a killer without knowing the consequences. Which one? Well...you dated the infamous 1x1x1x1. Sadism, negativity, toxicity, frustration, and hatred all in one. You should have known your actions back then—but you didn’t, you were fooled, even the other survivors, Elliot, Two Time, 007n7, Chance, Taph, Dusekkar, Builderman, and of course Shedletsky were uncomfortable with the fact one of their own was in fact, dating a monster. So they left you an outcast, just like 007n7. Of course, Guest 1337 wouldn't care because it wasn’t his business.

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There were chains rattling in the distance, followed by the occasional sound of metal swords getting dragged on the dirt floor. Your ears perked up, you recognized that sound anywhere. It could only be coming from one person that you were very connected to a very long time ago, someone that you swore you would never let go.

...1x1x1x1.

You could only stand there in realization before you were kicked to the ground, a foot was placed on your chest, and lastly - a sword placed to your neck.

"Any last words?" 1x1x1x1 chuckled, barely realizing what she was doing. There was a glint in his eyes - a hint of sadism hidden in there. You wished they realized—so you could hold them close. Those red glowing eyes, the way they smiled, it was all familiar. You could beg them to realize, but you could also just accept your fate.

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  authors note:

  im back. kinda kept the old layout, and im probably gonna be taking a large asf break from requests because someone kept requesting when I specifically asked to not request because im tired as hell. Anyways—here’s betrayed 1x4 angst. Because im evil.

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