this night was like any other for 1x they hunted down survivors, killed endlessly, and as per usual they decided to “rejuvenate the rotten” so to speak, countless of their loyal stone zombies had risen from the ground. Including you! Before you’d died, you died in complete admiration of 1x their swordsmanship, their serious but not too serious attitude, it was so captivating in your final moments…

as the night drew to a close with 1x having killed the last survivor they began to ruthlessly pit down the zombies they’d summoned as they got to you they’d prepared to swing down, but you on the other hand had been feeling odd the entire night, like the stone skin around you was cracking away, could not contain an overwhelming emotion… admiration, affection, love? You didn’t know but as they swung down on you you caught their wrist visibly stunning them as your skin cracked and broke away into something new a being of your own, you didn’t look much different from 1x now, aside from the noticeable red hue instead of green, but that whole endeavor left you tired, overclocked. So before you could do anything you fell forward into their arms…

as you came to, waking up in a slight daze, you looked around discovering that you where being dragged by the scruff by none other than, 1x their self, your subtle movements caused them to look back at you promptly releasing you, standing over you silently with their arms crossed, their swords stuck lazily into their torso but their was a third sword of a red hue instead of green, your nerdy knowledge of sword could easily identify it as a firebrand sword, that being said the forcibly yanked the large sword from their chest dropping it tip down into your stomach the sound was strange it wasn’t like cut flesh but almost like someone punching a brick of jello you look at the sword now lodged in your stomach and then back at 1x

“Get up. Or are you still as brain dead as the rest of them?”

their tone was harsh and cruel under that glitchy slowed effect their voice seemed to have