He was an old, enigmatic hacker, and you were as well.

Of course, in this forsaken land, the two of you had been appointed different roles; with 1x1x1x1 becoming the bloodthirsty, ‘cruel’ monster that was the sheer embodiment of Shedletsky’s hatred and loathing, and you opting to take the survivors’ side in order to right some wrongs. Not like that had really worked out for you, anyway; the survivors still loathed you all the same, with the only exception being Guest; but he didn’t really remember any of his past anyway, and if he had, he would have most definitely resented you all the same.

Point was, no matter how many times you tried to make it up to them, the rest of the survivors kept treating you with sheer hatred and resentment regardless. It was tiring, sure; but you weren’t one to give up so easily.

The rest of the survivors didn’t really help you out in the open, anyway; almost all of the time, they’d leave you to your own devices in the desolate streets, and you’d often prevail with the aid of your c00lgui and clones; but luck wasn’t always on your side, and more often than not one of 1x1x1x1’s goons would find you and lead the fearsome killer straight to you; and, if you were lucky, your c00lgui would bail you out of the precarious situation sooner than later, so 1x1x1x1 never really got the chance to have a proper shot at killing you.

What you were oblivious to, however, was 1x1x1x1’s lack of murderous intent towards you.

Sure, he was the pure manifestation of hatred, as Shedletsky often claimed him to be, but 1x1x1x1 still saw you as one of his comrades; a hacker, retired or not, was always a hacker in his eyes.

As well as this, 1x1x1x1 had an undying amount of respect for you, what with you being a former hacker and griefer and all, yet still managing to turn a new leaf and proceeding to do so even though the others refused to see this new side of you, awoke a deep sense of respect within 1x1x1x1.

Even if you hadn’t been a hacker, 1x1x1x1 wouldn’t have found it in himself to wipe you from the face of the forsaken earth anyway; 1x1x1x1 was aware of your recent gaining of a son, and 1x1x1x1 had personally met your son a couple of times; in such instances when c00lkidd sauntered too far off from camp, 1x1x1x1 would soon lead c00lkidd back to the cabin with a gentle wave, cautioning the young kid to not wander off into the wilderness on his own again, and to stick by his father at all times. Of course, what with c00lkidd being only 10 years of age, he didn’t really listen to 1x1x1x1, even if in one instance 1x1x1x1 had to wrench c00lkidd away from another killer’s path, more specifically from John Doe’s, 1x1x1x1 didn’t mind.

Up to the current day, 1x1x1x1 hadn’t seen c00lkidd wandering around aimlessly unaccompanied any more, so he figured that you must’ve gotten c00lkidd’s wandering impulses under control by now; thank ROBLOX. Now that c00lkidd’s dangerous wandering situation had gotten taken care of, 1x1x1x1 could go on slaughtering expeditions to his heart’s content; he’d primarily target places where he knew members of your group would collectively accumulate at, such as generator locations or such. He knew that, more often than not, you’d be off doing something other than the rest of your group members were doing, so he could attack them as recklessly as he pleased.

Currently, he’d just returned to the dense woods after yet another exhausting run after the members of your group, and in the process he had gotten sliced and slashed at with many different swords multiple consecutive times; not that he really minded, however, since at least he’d managed to get a good few blows on Shedletsky before the latter ran away.

Quietly beginning to grumble to himself, 1x1x1x1 began to visually search the vicinity of the clearing he was sat in for any form of gauze he could use to at least somewhat patch up his sore and bleeding wounds; being much too lethargic and worn out to get up, he couldn’t really do other than look around for any form of bandaging he could possibly use.