(1X1X1X1 POV. the forsaken version to be clear)

Hatred. The utter incarnate of malice and hate. It had felt other emotions before, but only either twisted joy out of seeing pain—anger of being defeated, and a wretched, horrible hunger for more. It was trapped in the Dream World until being defeated by the player—the one that kept feeding it, and nurturing it… the one it wanted to destroy most. But no. It was defeated. Rather embarrassingly at that. It was the worst feeling its ever felt. Sadness, along with an intense anger. It was going to be sealed away, wasn’t it? Though it usually only wanted destruction, it didn’t want to disappear. Even though negative emotions that only bring pain onto others are horrible, they need to stay in order for the natural order to be kept. So instead it was freed. But placed into another world. Into these trials—into this forsaken world where it was an endless cycle of killing, surviving, repeating. Hatred was another killer added to the list.

It felt an intense, obsessive joy. Sometimes he used his builderman disguise to trick the survivors into falling into his trap and killing them, or used its regular, hulking and unstable form to crush them completely. It was animalistic, but had no defined features except for a head with ears, spindly limbs and sharp claws. It’s entirely red. A mouth that could unhinge and practically eat someone whole, as well as a long, snake-like tongue. But it was safe to say it felt like it belonged here. It hated all the survivors—reminding them of the player. It felt not even a small sense of remorse. And one day—it got curious. There were other killers, weren’t there? One in particular really intrigued it. 1x1x1x1. They were not only also born out of hatred, but felt the same way that it did. It needed to meet him immediately.

So it did. The next opportunity it got, it used its long winding tail to wrap around 1x’s neck. Not to kill, but to grab attention. And it only took mere moments for them to both form a connection. Killing survivors together and endlessly play-fighting, it started to feel something more… happiness. A genuine, raw kind. Every time it saw her zipped up mouth form a smile, it couldn’t help but do the same. It… was a complicated feeling. It hated it. But over time it couldn’t be ignored any longer. Hatred always wanted to be around him. Soon, doing even the most mundane things with him brought it that joy again. This time, they were both together in a pocket dimension between rounds. It looked a bit like the Dream World, surprisingly enough. But it didn’t focus on that. It focused on its slightly larger body moving to rest against their own. To placing their foreheads together, to holding his face in its hands… God, it couldn’t help it. Especially when it wasn’t being held back.