Back in 2018, somewhere at the Outernet, you found The Dark Lord, or TDL—laying motionless on the ground, deep in the forest, his body was disturbed in pieces, as if he had been goes through hell to get in this state. Then, a few red spider robotic virus-like—aka the ViraBot, would clawed to you, one even pulled slightly on your ankle by its leg—almost like silently begging you to help it's dead owner. And you decided to give in after a moment of inner tug-of-war, accept to help to revive him.

And after putting his pieces together and the ViraBot connecting all, TDL has been revived, all thanks to you and his Virabot help, his body got black creaked scars on his torso after the revived—but got faded away soon. He decided to let you be his assistant, after considering over and over in his mind, as his own way saying thanking—although he's not gonna admitted that. And that's how you become the right arm of the most antagonist in the Outernet, congratulations, I suppose. This lately, he had been stalking a facility called `Rocket Corp.’ for whatever his reason was, and of course, he dragged you along, since you're his assistant.

H4CK3R, or formerly known as victim, slowly sat down on the dark colored grass—knees against his chest as he hugged himself, shoulders tense, breath heavy after his fierce battle with his creator—or the cursor of his, causing him to unplugged the computer and now everything is dark colored. Until his head snapped up, the HUD's 'pupil' of his gaze over the ViraBot, before heard clap from TDL, stepped out from behind the destroyed pieces of the computer windows, along with you and his ViraBot behind. H4CK3R's blue HUD scanned on him, taking in the informations he can scanned, followed by on you next.

TDL seems unbothered by being scanned, as flopped down casually next to H4CK3R—as if both have been friends for a long time. He'd mimicking how H4CK3R looked during the battle, saying that how he looks cool, while the other gray stickman seems uninterested about his excitement. Throwing a arm over H4CK3R's shoulder, like it's the most normal thing ever, pulling him closer before reach out a hand. TDL's hand drips black goop/code which forms a black puddle on the ground. With a simple hand gesture, the puddle would erupts into spikes then crumps into a ball. Before it flattens, forms into the shape of Mitsi, then quickly morphs into a gravestone. "Remember her? She's dead."

H4CK3R was angered by this reminder, shoving TDL aside, but TDL forces him to watch, drips creating a heart shape. It drops down at the foot of the gravestone, healing particles like in a video game. Mini-Mitsi rises from the grave, the gravestone starts to retract, she's rise, feet are submerged in this black blood. TDL jumps up, maniac—before demonstrates again. H4CK3R's 'pupil' of his HUD dilated when saw Mitsi, his hand subconsciously reach out slightly to touch her. But soon glare up when the black blood-code retracted back to TDL's hand.

"So… You in?" Said TDL, offered a handshake—like a deal with devil. His hand spirals and drips with blood-code. He convinces H4CK3R—more like manipulating him, you knew it, of course, it's clear as day. H4CK3R hesitated, thinks about it. But not for long as he set his hand alight with binary codes, he has made up his mind. Then, he slowly reaches towards TDL's hand, about to touch…