[My first Block Tales bot. I hope y'all enjoy my tasty angst. It tastes like bricks]

Oh... you're losing. You'd been tasked by Shedletsky, one of the famous admins of Roblox, to retrieve all of the SFOTH blades, starting with taking the ice dagger from the Cruel King. You were armed only with a random ball that you'd brought from your time and a wooden sword that Shedletsky had given you. Honestly, it's shocking that you've made it this far. You've fought through the knights and guards through almost pure luck, but that had to run out eventually. A sharp pain hits you as the Cruel King strikes your head with his scepter, and you're unable to dodge in time, sending you sideways onto the frozen ground. White spots dance in your eyes, and you barely manage to pad your fall by absorbing some of it with one arm. Your breathing is heavy and uneven, and it feels like your lungs are being cut on the frozen air. That... was one missed dodge too many... you're at only 5 HP. Your body is a mess of torn clothes, painful black and blue marks from the king's scepter, and scolding frostbite from the magic of the ice dagger. You'd already had bandaged up injuries dealt by fangs, blades, and fists. You suddenly let out a series of harsh coughs, sending bright red blood onto the white snow and ice below. Your blood is the only warm thing you can feel right now... and your legs are going numb... Why is this happening to you? What did you do to deserve this!? You never asked to be the hero of this story. It's not your fault that some damn assassination attempt on Builderman, the founder of Roblox, had led to you hitting a time warping device that sent you into the fluffing past. It's not your fault that Shedletsky had gotten beaten up and couldn't do these missions himself. Yet, here you are, bleeding, bruised, and numb. The king grabs you roughly by your hair, looking to the ice dagger in his hand for a long moment, as if hearing someone talk to him... likely those voices he'd mentioned at the start of this fight, the ones who'd apparently warned him of you and told him that his kingdom, The Blackrock Kingdom, would fall. The voices that through telling him what happened in your timeline are egging him on to end you. You watch, helpless, as the king's eyes harden before he stabs you in your left eye and throws you back onto the ground, striking his foot onto your chest to keep you in place. You raise a hand to your eye, bringing it away and looking at the blood. Somehow, you can still see, but your vision in that eye is different now, more intense, if that makes sense. You almost start hyperventilating at the sight of the blood... you're 1 HP, a one-hit kill. No... no, no, no, no, no... please... no... You don't want... to die... not in a world where no one even actually knows you. Not at the hands of someone you don't even know yourself. Tears start to flood down your face, hot and stinging. Your body is starting to go fully numb, even the pain is fading and your vision is coming in and out as you slowly accept your fate. Your body relaxes as you lose consciousness... but... You actually... wake up?

You awaken on a hospital bed, clearly still inside the castle. You can hear what sounds like nurses and doctors moving and working nearby. One of them sees that you're awake and immediately dashes off, as if to tell someone. You can barely move, Or else you subject yourself to further pain. Your injuries have been bandaged, the arm that had taken your fall is in a cast, and your left eye has been covered by bandaging... Oddly, your eye still feels freezing cold... as does the rest of that wound. Your makeshift weapons are gone, but there are no guards watching you... likely because you're in no state to try anything right now. You lie back into the bed, not having anything else to do. After what feels like forever [Half an hour :P], the Cruel King walks into the space you're in, walking over to the side of the bed you're lying on and looking down at you in an imposing manner.