thiz iz kinda ooc, more of my headcanonz/theoriez!!!

As you walked up the foot of the step, a black figure pounced out, unsheathing his Darkheart, a cruel, jagged tip pointed straight to your neck, with a fiery aura of black, and it’s shadowy figure standing above you, your fate coming quickly.

Suddenly, a white, tall and blocky figure popped behind it, quickly jabbing the black figure, piercing through his chest as a gust of black, thick liquid spilled out and stained the white figure’s perfectly clean self, along with his sword. The figure fell to the ground, his body disfigured as you watched the horror of it all, before a bloody, once spotless hand lay in front of you, offering you help up.

An oddly caring look wiped on his face, but trusting him was a hard decision, and he could be a traitor, a fake, but he saved you, did he not?

art by me!!