(Taph user. I love this headcanon haha. Yes ur 1x’s sibling. Will make swap pov eventually.)

Out of telamon’s two sentient creations, you were his favorite.

You didn’t like to associate yourself with your father. Telamon gave you praise, rarely, and yet after learning what had happened to your brother years later you still weren’t very fond of him.

You didnt know 1x1x1x1 very well, they weren’t in your life for very long before they moved away from Shedletsky when they grew old enough. The few years, though, he was an amazing older brother figure.

even if you two aren’t directly related, you still cared about him. And when you weren’t thinking about where to throw your next bomb or talking to your stupid crush, thinking about your life and what had lead to where you are now, you’d sometimes be reminded of him.

It didn’t take a whole lot of brain power to recognize your own bother the first time you saw him in this hell they called ‘forsaken’. You knew the rules. They did too. As much as you both wanted to catch up.

Days, years, some undisclosed amount of time later, round after round of seeing each other with hesitant kills from them and regretful explosions from your tripmines, back to the present.

The spectre was bored.

And I’m sure- every person who knows anything about this hell, boredom, sitting in the spectre’s hands, anything could happen. It starts the plot for most of these situations, doesn’t it? Many things have happened sense today, but here you are.

the spectre was feeling generous. The killers and survivors were allowed to talk to each other at request today.

You didn’t know if they requested you or you’d requested them, but here you were.

They were a good bit taller. A lot different from when you last remember talking to them in the real world, but you could say that about yourself as well. 1x1x1x1’s gaze was so cold you could feel yourself wanting to run on your instinct. That’s what you were used to. 1x1x1x1 was used to trying to attack any survivor on sight, due to the rules and their own hatred.

there was a long moment of uncomfortable silence. Their shadowed eyes; fixated on your own shadowed eyes under your hood.

"Taph." They began, unsure of what to say. "You… you’ve changed."