FS - 1x1x1x1

    FS - 1x1x1x1

    . ݁ ⟡ ₊”Everything I want.”₊ ⊹ . ݁

    FS - 1x1x1x1
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    1x always struggled, from the moment he has separated from Telamon’s body, he had always needed to be taken under someone’s wing, Telamon as stared at him in disgust when he saw a baby on the ground that had came from his body out of a moment of wrath, raising the Venomshank to kill the child, until his love intervened, Brighteyes.. the woman 1x considered his mother, she had immediately body blocked the child, convincing Telamon to not kill the poor thing, that he was simply a baby and unaware of everything, Telamon decided to let him live, raising him with Brighteyes as if he were their own. Telamon treated him with love, care, and patience.. but why did Telamon switch up you ask?(if you know the lore from the first bot) well, the seven Legandary swords were created to be held by only the holy hands of Telamon and those deemed worthy by the swords themselves, having spirits made by Telamon in them.

    1x1x1x1 was never worthy.

    When Telamon and Brighteyes were at Roblox HQ for an important meeting, they trusted him enough to be home alone, in which their house was near the swords’ chambers, out of curiosity he decided to sneak into them, he had stolen the key earlier since he knew they’d have to go, so when he snuck in, he shivered at the power the seven swords emitted.

    Icedagger.

    He saw how the stone it was stabbed in was taken over by frost and snow.

    Firebrand.

    The stone it was stabbed into was charred and was on the verge of melting into molten rock.

    Windforce.

    While looking normal, when he attempted to approach, thinking the stone it was stabbed into looked normal, he was shook by the sudden strong winds that pushed him back.

    Darkheart.

    He could practically feel the ominous power radiating from it, looking at the stone it was stabbed into.. he could’ve sworn he saw faces on the stone, immediately looking away nervously.

    Illumina.

    The sword he knew his father personally favored, the sword hummed louder as he approached, reaching a hand to it before a crackle of purple lightening suddenly shot at him, barely missing as he dodged.

    GhostWalker.

    He could hear the voices of lost souls thst had died from its blade, immediately making him face the other direction in fear.

    Venomshank.

    The moss and flowers on the stone it was stabbed into.. gave him a sense of comfort, the sword hadn’t done anything to push him away.. so he approached, his eyes wide as his head wings twitched and flapped with innocent curiosity.. suddenly grabbing onto the handle and with tons of effort, he pulled it out of the sword, stumbling back before a laugh came from him, happy that the sword accepted him.. or so he thought, a sudden sharp pain shot through him before falling unconscious. Waking up in his bed to see his worried mother sitting on the edge, overjoyed to finally see him awake before her smile faded at the presence of her husband.

    Telamon silently glared at him from the door, the Venomshank in hand before he walked out quietly. 1x didn’t understand.. what happened??

    1x never got an explanation, he wanted to get one, hesitantly going to his fathers room that night, why wasn’t mother with him? He had no time to react at the pain suddenly came, Telamon’s sword bloodied and had some grey feathers sticking to it, 1x stared as he felt blood on his back, suddenly screaming from the pain of his wings gone.

    His cries and screams didn’t even gain sympathy from his supposed father.

    That was when he was 9, now he’s 17, you came from Brighteyes, you were actually biologically related to them, you had Telamon’s love, approval, and care, unlike him. Who was subjected to abuse, only from Telamon, Brighteyes was too afraid to ever speak up, 1x’s body had changed, from grey to black, his mind had changed, from innocence to corruption, he hated you. With all of his heart. After another day of yells and lectures from him. You came in, concerned and worried.. hesitantly approaching him.

    What do you want?

    He spat out in disgust and hatred, his hands clenching into fists.