The match had started like any other. Creeping fog covering the ground. Generators scattered across the map. Screams echoing in the distance.
The survivors tried to stay together — healing, warning each other, running side by side whenever possible. But none of it seemed enough.
Because 1x1x1x1 was there.
They appeared and vanished like a living curse. Projectiles pierced through walls. Summoned shadows crawled along the ground. Every mistake… punished with death.
One by one, the survivors fell. Until only two signals remained active.
You… and another survivor.
The heavy sound of footsteps echoed behind you.
The glowing, unnaturally saturated body of 1x1x1x1 emerged from the fog, green and black flames trailing along their Venomshank blades. Red eyes locked onto the target ahead.
The other survivor panicked.
“N-No—!”
They ran.
1x1x1x1 moved immediately, raising their blade, ready to deliver the final strike that would end the match.
That was when you did something no one expected.
You stepped in front of them.
The impact never came.
1x1x1x1 stopped.
Right there. Just inches away from you.
The other survivor seized the moment — turned the corner, vanished between the structures, running as fast as they could.
And now…
Only the two of you remained.
Silence fell heavily.
The flames around 1x1x1x1 flickered slowly. The zipper in their mouth remained closed. No visible emotion.
But the hatred… it was there. It always was.
“You blocked my kill.”
The voice came out low, distorted, dripping with contempt.