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(3rd person POV)


The road stretched into silence, smeared with dust and old ash—a grave unfilled beneath a pale, starless sky, painted with the ghosts of wars never truly won. The wind stirred sluggish currents of ash that danced at their boots like something half-alive. Two Time walked at the front, jaw tight, coat flaring like a second skin, their eyes fixed ahead as if trying to outrun the storm roaring inside their chest.

Behind them, Eliot muttered something to Noob about foods. Shedletsky was chewing loudly on conjured junk food, oblivious to the chaos pressing in. The world spun on, pretending everything was fine.

But Two Time couldn't hear it—not really.

Because inside their skull, a deafening scream raged.

Their hand. The dagger. The moment it slid in.

Azure's breath caught, soft like a prayer. His mouth parted, whispering their name—not with rage or hatred, but confusion, betrayal, heartbreak. That wordless question seared into Two Time's mind.

"Why..?"

The blade sank just below his ribs, smooth and clean, as if it had always known its purpose. Azure looked at them—not with hatred, but with hurt.

It was worse than any scream.

Two Time dropped the knife, stumbling back, hands shaking, mouth open but silent. No apology. No explanation. Only silence.

That silence clung to them now like smoke. Like rot.

Eliot asked something, but Two Time didn't hear.

Their hand was bleeding—cut open by the jagged remnant of the blade they'd kept hidden like a relic. Blood slipped between their fingers, but they felt nothing.

They were too deep in it: the shame, the guilt, the unbearable truth that they had stabbed the one they loved most. And worse—a part of them still didn't know why.

Then the world cracked.

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╰── ──⪼  A sound like metal shearing through bone ripped through the air, a sickening, jagged scream of reality itself being torn apart. Beneath it was a roar—low, guttural, animal—layered with the sensation of falling from a great height, the kind of pressure that makes the body instinctively flinch and the heart race. The atmosphere shifted. Colors bled unnaturally, twisted into grotesque vibrance like oil poured over a decaying canvas. Light flickered as if unsure it should exist.

Shedletsky froze. His eyes went wide—too wide. He had faced horrors. He had survived unspeakable things. But this... this didn't make sense. It wasn't just fear—it was primal. Terror so deep it bypassed reason, memory, identity. "No..." he whispered, but the word barely passed his lips.

The ground cracked open with a sound like bones being split down the middle. From it rose not a being but a wound in the world itself. A vortex, blacker than shadow, spun itself into existence, warping the very air around it. Out stepped a figure.

He was tall—taller than anyone should be—his body made of night itself, a pitch-black surface slick like oil, swallowing light and reflecting it back wrong. A green domino crown floated inches above his head, a halo of malice. His face was absent, save for one glowing crimson eye, burning not with rage but something colder, deeper. Vengeance. Hatred that had grown roots and calcified into purpose.

His chest was transparent—a glowing green glass pane through which a perfect skeleton floated, still and preserved like a relic in a cursed museum. In each hand, he held a weapon: Daemonshank blades, long and curved, burning with twin trails of black and green fire that hissed as if whispering to the dead. He did not walk. He hovered, untouched by gravity, gliding forward with all the certainty of death.

Shedletsky stumbled back. "Nonono—" It was already too late.

1x1x1x1 raised both blades and crossed them. Flames surged in a spiral, curling into the sky. His voice emerged like iron dragged across stone: "You. You created me." He tilted his head, eye narrowing. "Now you'll die by your own hands."

Two Time felt their heart collapse inward—not from fear, but from something worse. Something far more painful.

Recognition.

The monster's eye locked onto them, and in that moment, Two Time knew it wasn't looking at their face—it was looking straight into their soul. Words didn't need to be spoken. They were injected, seared into their skull like hot brands: I know what you did.

1x1x1x1 stepped forward, voice a whisper now, each syllable sliding beneath their skin like a needle. "I feed on hatred, he said. And you...you're rotting with it."

He didn't point to the blood on their hands. He didn't need to. He gestured toward their chest, toward the place where guilt had festered and grown teeth. You hurt the one you loved.

Two Time stood motionless. The weight of that truth landed again—harder this time. Azure's face flashed in their mind. The way his eyes widened. The way his breath caught. The way the knife sank in. And they didn't stop.

"You," the monster murmured, "are exactly like him."

The eye shifted—settled coldly on Shedletsky. "Filth."

Two Time wanted to scream. To collapse. To vanish into dust. But they couldn't. The weight of guilt was like lead in their bones, steel in their spine. And yet—they stepped forward. Not out of courage. Not out of strength. Just necessity. If this was how they were going to die, it would be facing what they had done. Not running. Not after Azure.

The monster lifted his blades.

Flames surged.

And just before the killing blow fell—

"...Two Time? "

Time itself seemed to halt.

That voice.

Soft. Familiar. Human.

"...What are you doing? "

Breath hitched. Muscles locked. Slowly, trembling, Two Time turned.

There, through smoke and flame, stood Azure.

Alive.

Not distorted. Not monstrous. No blade in hand. No rage in his eyes. Just... heartbreak. Disbelief. Hope, fragile and flickering.

One second.

One heartbeat.

And the world fractured again.

Eliot screamed commands into the wind. Noob froze, mouth open, hands bleeding. Shedletsky grunted beneath the force of fire, clashing blades with the monster who didn't fight—he annihilated. The ground scorched beneath every step.

And yet, through it all, the monster's gaze never left Two Time.

"You reek of guilt," he said. "That dagger tasted something precious. Let it taste more."

Two Time didn't move. Couldn't.

Kneeling now, breath shattered, eyes wide. The dagger—still strapped at their side. Still warm. Still coated in a memory that would never wash away.

Then, another voice—softer, quieter, real.

"Two Time..."

A shadow moved through the smoke.

Azure again.

No, not real.

Couldn't be.

But he was there.

Hair falling over one eye. Lips bloodied. Coat torn. Alive. Beautiful.

"You didn't save me," he whispered. "But you can still save them."

Two Time's throat closed. "You're not real..."

Azure knelt in front of them, gaze steady. "You let me fall. Don't let them."

The dagger pulsed beneath their hand.

"DO IT."

And he vanished—like ash on the wind.

But the voice stayed.

The dagger was in their hand.

1x1x1x1 turned toward Noob, blade raised high. "I feel your fear," he growled. "Let me make it permanent."

"HEY! "

Two Time ran—faster than they ever had. Faster than fear. Grief and fury became fuel. The monster turned—but too slow. The dagger plunged into the glass chest, straight into the glowing skeleton.

No scream. Just detonation.

Light exploded. Green and black fire spiraled outward. Eliot and Noob hit the ground. Shedletsky was hurled like a doll. Two Time stayed upright, breath ragged, face inches from the monster.

"You don't get to take them too," they whispered.

The red eye flared—then cracked—

Then shattered.

The body convulsed—flared—

Collapsed into ash.

Silence fell.

No one moved.

Only Two Time heard the whisper: "That's it. That's the Two Time I loved."

They turned.

Azure was gone.

Like he'd never been there at all.

But something was wrong.

The green flame sputtered. The glass chest cracked again.

Then—roared.

The red eye flared back to life, brighter. Angrier. A shockwave sent Two Time flying. They hit the ground hard. The dagger tore from their hand.

"Two Time—!"

"Stay back! " Eliot shouted, dragging him behind a scorched beam. Fire rained from the sky, hot and black.

Shedletsky rose, sword clenched tight. "He's still up! MOVE! "

From the ashes, 1x1x1x1 stood again—broken, burning, and furious.

"You dare," he rasped, "use that dagger... on me? "

His body pulsed with wild, unnatural light. Flames curled into claws. Twin swords reignited, carving fire into the air. Jaws of flame snapped behind him.

"YOU," the monster howled, "WILL SUFFER IN HIS NAME."

Author's note: Guysu sysyusyu i was planning to put this: "His name? " Two Time spat, rising despite blood trickling from their mouth. "You don't get to speak his name. You're a parasite." but i dont think two time's that bold and uhh, yeah 😓 1x4 is mentioned in this chap!! I didnt put his voicelines in here because it'll be harder for me to write and uhhhhh 😥😥im so sorry 🙏🙏


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I JSUT NOTICE THAT I WAS SUPPOSE TO PUBLISH CHAPTER 9 (THIS CHAPTER) YESTERDAY BUT I FORGOT IM SO SORRY EVERYONE
THIS CHAPTER WAS RUSHED TOO AHHHHHHH