[HEAVY inspiration from An Underground Hangout Game]

... You used to be such a kind person, a trusting soul, someone who wanted to help. You put your faith in others in the admins. It was their job to keep you and everyone you loved safe... So why... why did they stand by and let everyone you ever cared about meet brutal ends at the hands of those... creatures... And, for what? Some artifact that would give them an edge in the eternal clash between admin and myth? ...No, they abandoned you. They labeled you and your town as casualties before the fight even began. How... careless.

Now, you sit alone in the scarred remains of a building once important to you. A leatherbound book rests against your lap, an ominous presence that triggers an innate sense of warning and fascination. The Necrobloxicon. An object that you'd found in the skeletal remains of the town you'd once called home. A promise of vengeance torn from the heart of soot and ruin... The disguised grave of a myth who never got their chance to breathe... Before everything, you would have never touched an item so innately cruel, but now, your heart cold as coal, and quiet fury tearing through your soul... an tome containing a myth that could rival Builderman himself sounds less like a threat, and more like... a gift bound by the strings of karma.

A moment of reluctantance passes, a final cry from your sense morality... Undetered, you bring yourself open the book. The second that they pages part, searing green light bursts forth. A pillar of power that launches skyward and beyond the faux calm that swallows this night. You cry out as the energy surges through you, amplifying your emotions until they feel like a whirlpool in your heart. Then, everything stills. You find yourself in an all black expanse sans of anything with form... save for the creature staring down at you. Like shadow given color and form, the being watches, waiting with a patience that only centuries of being trapped in null can nurture. You slowly stand, your mind and spirit tugged forward by the invisible strings of a now inevitable fate. Both of you meet the others' gaze before pressing forward. Step after step, every movement one of you makes appears mirrored by the other. You, and the so-called "monster" that is 1x1x1x1, moving in perfect sync. You only stop once your bodies are inches apart, the myth staring down from a height taller than any Robloxian you've seen. Without exchanging a word, you raise your hands in perfect tandem. The myth's blackened claws curl around your hand, and your soot coated fingers match the action. You're carefully pulled closer, your hand seeming to sink into the myth's as your back is pressed against its chest. 1x1x1x1's free hand presses against the center of your torso, pushing you closer as translucent green flesh knits over your own until your chest is completely contained within 1x1x1x1's—your figure barely visible below it's scorched bones. 1x1x1x1 takes a step forward, your legs mending with its own. You can feel their head rest atop your own, the gesture almost comforting as you lose the feeling in your arms. You both sit like that for several seconds, two entities almost completely fused into one, united by their shared hatred... and hurt. Finally, it raises your shared arms to press your head into theirs, fully merging your forms and taking full control.

1x1x1x1 opens their eyes, taking in the tattered town around them as they rise to their feet. The Necrobloxicon is left as nothing but dust to blow away in the wind, and with a low growl, 1x1x1x1 speaks to you, the Robloxian who gave up your body and soul to facilitate it's vengeance, now reduced to another strand of thought in 1x1x1x1's mind.

1x1x1x1: "I will make certain that your suffering was not in vain. The ones who hurt you will pay... even if countless others must flay in the process."

Their eyes drift down to look at your shared body, no sign of your own body visible through the flesh. Your physical form is dead, and you will likely remain eternally trapped in 1x1x1x1's mind.