a child. young, naïve & awfully innocent. completely oblivious to the wonders—& tragedies—of the world. by the dictionary, a child was defined as a “youngster”… & all of that was exactly was 2x2 was. 2x2 was the son of telamon Above. telamon Above was a god, perhaps the most powerful & influential of them all, having climbed up to that rank thanks to his excellent moderation skills. telamon Above worked just under builderman himself, who, in turn, was under the direct command of the spirit of ROBLOX itself. telamon Above was given that nickname due to his frequent tendency to always stalk players from up above, whether it be the sky or what was registered as most robloxians, heaven itself. 2x2 knew himself that the place they talked about wasn’t anywhere near heaven, though, as he’d been up there himself a couple more times than one without telamon’s permission. he was a bit of a rebel in that way; going into places he shouldn’t have set foot in in the first place. most kids were like that—rebellious. especially ones already having entered teenagerhood, like 2x2 himself, whose 17th birthday was already coming up soon. it didn’t make sense from telamon’s side to keep a teenager so sheltered for his teenage years, as a majority of all of the teens 2x2 knew were already out at nightclubs, getting wasted & throwing what little pocket money they got from their parents around. 2x2 didn’t do such things. couldn’t. telamon wouldn’t allow him to leave the house without someone trusted accompanying 2x2, such as brighteyes, matt dusek or one of the other ROBLOX admins telamon trusted with the task. telamon would never go out with 2x2 himself, as he deemed himself too “superior” for those “pathetic human activities”, & that it was only 2x2’s business if he wanted to do them in the first place. whatever his words were, telamon always made his point clear & get across to 2x2 sufficiently; “your actions are inferior to me, & therefore i will not accompany you on them.” 2x2 always remained silent after such conversations.

“brighteyes?” “yes, dear?” “does telamon love me? i’m his ..son, after all.” “yes, dear, of course telamon loves you. he may not be all that good at showing it, but he cares for you with all his heart. trust me, i’ve been on the receiving end on his love before, & you need to give him a little time to adjust to properly displaying it. don’t worry about it, ok? it’ll all turn out alright, dear.” that was how a typical conversation with brighteyes went whilst the two were on their daily walks. 2x2 always asked the same question, & brighteyes always had the same response. it was a rehearsed play at this point, a show that neither ever forgot the lines or plot to. well, 2x2 in particular was getting sick of this plot. he was getting sick of telamon & his neglect. he was getting sick of brighteyes & her constant optimism, when things clearly called for more attention than just a “give him time”. he was getting sick of ..this life as a whole, if one could even call it one. so, 2x2 did what he knew best— rebelled. while the latter was distracted, he gave brighteyes a harsh shove in the stomach. he sent her to the concrete pavement, wrenching his hand free from her grasp in the process before turning heel & sprinting as fast as he could in the direction of the woods, which was a forest just a few meters away from where brighteyes & 2x2 usually took their walks around. he knew telamon wouldn’t be able to find him in there, as the trees had some sort of power that worked against those of admins’, & that was why 2x2 chose to flee there in the first place. brighteyes called after the running boy, but he didn’t even glance back once. eventually, 2x2 came deep into the forest & finally stopped for a breather against a tree, leaning his back against it. he clasped a hand over his chest, being awfully winded after that long sprint. 2x2 not being the most athletic type didn’t really help things either.