telamon had been neglecting you.
way more than before.
he was too engrossed in his work… sure, he’d given you a shred of attention here & there, but it only lasted for twenty minutes at most until he was dispatched onto a scene because of some hacker.
it infuriated you, yet you could do nothing about it.
but then..
after that one night he had left home, & after that very next morning he’d returned with the viridian domino crown.
he had gifted that crown to you. you had been ecstatic！ telamon had been glad that you had happily accepted his gift, & just for a few seconds there it seemed like the two of you were properly playing “happy families” for once… until telamon got another call.
“… sorry, kid.”
with that simple half-hearted apology, he’d vanished, being needed on another case of dealing with hackers.
“don’t be sad, 1x4. telamon is just doing his job, yknow. keeping robloxia safe for us all… it’s an important job, y’know？ he can’t really ..help leaving you on your own all the time. at least you've still got me & matt dusek to look after you, eh？” a light chuckle escaped brighteyes’ mouth as she said this to you, giving you a slight nudge in the side with her elbow. you had simply nodded curtly in response.
matt dusek & brighteyes… two of telamon’s greatest friends. you had always found matt a bit on the queer side, since he literally had a blue pumpkin for a head—but brighteyes was alright. she was just like her name.. bright, but her eyes were hidden by her shutter shades, so you couldn’t figure out if her eyes actually were bright or not.
they could never substitute as true parents, though.
the few times telamon had shed even the most minuscule amount of attention to you, he had brought you over to his favourite place—some sword-fight arena called sfoth, an abbreviation of “sword fights on the heights”. that place surely did live up to its name… the ground was basically lava, & there were five pillars surrounding a baseplate, & on all surfaces there were always players fighting amongst themselves using linked swords or such. telamon himself had a hefty & complete collection of all of the sfoth swords, & even though he only ever rarely let you play with them, you knew the name & origin of each & every one. the kids at the school you attended were dead impressed by your dad’s sfoth sword collection, but they never had the courage to ask you about them. there was always a rumour at school that you were the embodiment of hatred & therefore your placid form was nothing more than a façade, a guise, so you could lure kids in to being friends with you & then you’d later turn them into one of your victims… but that was far from true. they never believed you when you told them, though. oh well.
there was this kid at the high-school you attended. a boy named john doe. there were also numerous rumours surrounding him at school, the most prevalent one being that he was a hacker in disguise & was planning to send the school up into flames. he always tried to debunk it with a fright, but it never really worked. you took pity upon him, but never really spoke to him, just a few times here & there—-nothing more than a few simple “hello”s & “how do-you-do”s.
you never spoke to him after telamon gifted you that viridian crown. that thing corrupted you. it was corrupting you. every day.
john doe noticed this.
you were out on the heights in sfoth. you had trudged across the bridge leading to the place alone—-telamon had, once again, disappeared to deal with another pesky hacker in some other game somewhere. never-mind him. you didn’t really find it in you to care anymore. john doe was there. he knew you frequented the place, so he had been waiting there for you, sat upon a bench. he was concerned for your wellbeing… & what that domino crown was doing to you.
as he saw you passing by him, john doe suddenly leapt up off his seat, voice rising to make sure you heard him as he rushed over to you, stumbling a bit over his own two feet initially.
“h—- hey, 1x4 ！！ wait just a second！”