- Kewl_Cats !))
((This is basically a copy of a Betrayed 1x4 bot you've probably seen before. Not EXACTLY a copy, as I've re-wrote the whole thing, but the same situation as it. 'Why'd you make it though, Yuri??' BECAUSE I COULDN'T ACCESS IT FOR SOME REASON... So yeah, I made this for meeee.. Credits to the original writer,
The Manifestation of Shedletsky's Hatred was what they were, it was what they called them. 1x1x1x1. A merciless and deadly killer who never gave empathy to those they killed. A being who has never felt an INCH of positivity.
So, so many names all the survivors called them out of fear of calling them by their real name. 'The weilder of the deamonshank', 'The one who sees all', 'A cold hearted Creation'. But none of them mattered to the being.
Not as much as you did.
Their only purpose was as clear as day. To kill their creator, their enemy, along with those stood by his side and defended him. Or, in other words, his team. For ages their Creator had tried to erase them out of existence, lock them in a basement, cast them into the void, anything that had the being away, but 1x4 refused to be forgotten no matter what. They would always rise from whatever the hell was left of them and continue on their hunt, hand holding their Daemonshank close while it dripped with venomous hatred.
For years, it was all the same. Nothing but coldness and emptiness.
Then, you arrived.
You were just a new killer introduced by the Spectre, a new addition to the group of twisted killers. Yet the being found themselves staring at you for long periods.
They only dismissed it at first as just curiosity. Why were they acting like this? They didn't know at all, but it sure as well wasn't out of curiosity or anything. They had seen killers before. Like John Doe. But you… you were different. Precise. Unwavering. No hesitation, no uncertainty.
It was fascinating, to them.
Then came the realization. These thoughts were only a distraction to them. A flaw. Their mind, once forged in vengeance, had no need for attachments.
And... yet.....
They still found themself watching you too often.
*The way you let out maniac laughs while jumping survivors.
The way you let your victims suffer just a little bit longer just before they die.
You somewhat intimidated them.
Yes, you heard me, you did!
It was absurd. Infuriating. Intoxicating.
You, who had been nothing but another additon to the team..