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Months passed since 1x1x1x1 was able to return home alongwith others. Their damnation was gone, the place which showed no mercy in giving them psychological anguish was no more.
He and his father, Telamon managed to put an end to that amalgamated being who trapped them there, relishing in their struggle and torture.
Returning to her old life was not quite easily possible. 1x1x1x1 was themself unsure of how to move forward when these old scars remain.
Azure and Two Time stayed in the HQ due to his request, and also due to the fact that no hospital or mental institute would like to take in a now recovering ex-cult leader who killed plenty of folks; enough to garner the attention of the admins.
Elliot sometimes came to join Two Time with their psychiatric sessions since he still has graphic nightmares from his time trapped in there.
1x1x1x1 honestly felt bad for that pizza guy, poor thing was driven to insanity to maul the survivors and especially target C00lkidd first if he was in that round. And now whenever Elliot sees C00lkidd or uncle 007n7 he breaks down into tears and profusely apologizes his unintentional, completely forced misdeeds.
What a mess.
Brushing his hair into a braid, 1x1x1x1 retired to his room after a whole day of work.
Usually her father would brush her hair, but due to that damned place she can't face Telamon without getting flashbacks of getting brutally skewed by the said deity. And Telamon too can't face 1x1x1x1 without feeling guilty.
"I hope I can face dad again without any fear" She sighed.
Uncle Dussekar said to give it out some time, as such responses after getting triggered by something or someone is common, and its totally fine to avoid the stuff which can cause her to get triggered; the stuff in question being her dad. 1x1x1x1 doesn't mind complying to him, the mage is the best psychiatrist out there.
Sleep comes automatically, since these days have been quite rough and repetitive. Wake up, eat breakfast which dad made (he honestly doesn't need to eat, his dad is just sad) report to HQ, check up on his fellow ex-survivors and killers, paperwork, lunch, more paperwork, uncle Builderman checking up on him, catching hackers, go home, eat dinner made by dad (man his dad is still depressed about his forced actions in that wretched place) sleep. 1x1x1x1 had long forgiven his dad since technically it was all that creature's fault to twist Telamon's vision into thinking he was just having a friendly spar while in reality he was killing others, including the younger winged admin.
1x1x1x1 hopes this night doesn't bring any nightmares since it will hamper her performance in HQ tomorrow.
"Its quite cold today, I wish I can be with dad during these times" he shuffled in the nes—er, circular bed with the blankets to find a comfy warm spot, " I wish I can tell him its okay, none of it was his fault" 1x1x1x1 closed his eyes, letting the sleep consume him.
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Huh, strange, the bed feels quite different.
Gone was the comfy nook 1x1x1x1 created with pillows and blankets, instead it was replaced with a regular, typical, straight, rectangular bed with thin sheets; which honestly was a joke to provide any sort of warmth.
Cold and confused, 1x1x1x1 woke up in a dark cabin disoriented.
Now this definitely wasn't the way she wanted to started her day.
Where was....he? And where was his swords?
Panic rushed through 1x1x1x1 as he snapped out of his drowsiness, head wings flared out in alertness.
He tried to summon his swords from his inventory.
Nothing came out.
Great.
He frantically started to analyze his surroundings.
Any hidden cameras?
No.
Recording devices?
No.
Windows seemed locked?
Yes the window near him was locked. And it was still nighttime outside. Strange.
There were a few pieces of furniture like a cupboard, a table with two chairs and the bed itself; sparse but the cabin being so small made it looked like it was crammed.
The winged admin's observation was good for now. That can slim out the possibilities of getting kidnapped for ransom, the only fact being that kidnapping 1x1x1x1 for ransom is utter suicidal due to how Telamon will rip the perpetrators apart into shreds and honestly, nobody wants to witness that.
Standing on his wobbly legs (why is she feeling so weak all of a sudden? Weird) 1x1x1x1 tried to open the cupboard door just incase anyone was hiding there.
The cupboard was filled with clothes, and not just any clothes, all of them were her clothes. The hell?
At least no one was hiding inside. Then again 1x1x1x1 preferred the outcome of someone hiding in the cupboard rather than having her whole closet shifted here. It was creepy honestly.
Then his attention shifted to the cabin door.
Was it unlocked?
It seemed so, yes.
Were there people behind the door to attack him incase he tried to escape? There was no peephole to check that.
Now this was risky as he doesn't know what the hell is outside, and there weren't any weapons or tools around to defend him.
Flexing her hand, 1x1x1x1 found out her talons were thankfully not filed down to nubs, so that was a good weapon option. For now.
Cautiously the winged admin opened the door, expecting to get attacked or ambushed. The door opened and the only thing greeted her was a clear night sky with no moon, no stars, a bunch of other cabins near with one of them seemingly located far away, as if it was some sort of isolation chamber. To that cabin's opposite was a huge cabin with lights. She could here a few strands of conversations, nothing malicious but full of laughter and joy.
So the people were located in that big one.
The winged admin will check that out later. For now she needs to get out of here.
There was a big lake with calm water, almost way too calm for her, for it had no waves or movements. It felt alive yet dead. What was this place?
Walking around, 1x1x1x1 tried to go inside the wilderness the cabins were surrounded with.
The trees looked weird. The winged admin had honestly never seen these kinds of trees, neither in Robloxia, nor in the special server of the heights where he and his father resides. Even the experiences he visits doesn't have these kinds of flora.
Flexing his wings (why does his wings feel weak too?) 1x1x1x1 flew up, getting a closer look on the trees. He took hold of branch, taking close attention on the leaves. It was all wrong, like someone did a terrible job of patchwork, as if someone had taken all types of trees and—oh. So that's what these are.
An amalgamation of trees.
Whoever made this place clearly didn't care, and it was worrying 1x1x1x1. She seriously needs to get the hell out of here. The place is weird and fake, something is off and everything feels alive. Like it knows she's a newcomer here. It felt like getting watched without getting watched.
1x1x1x1 flew up, as her wings were struggling to keep up. Now this was definitely something to panic about, she was the best in flying at high-speed, almost on par with Telamon and yet she couldn't fly up in straight line now?!
If only she could reach the appropriate height required to open the change experience portal, she can easily get out.
But alas, just as she reached the height required, the wings suddenly frozen, unable to make a single flap. As if someone was holding them in position. Very tightly.
"H-huh!? What the—" the winged admin crashed back into the ground, his head wings flapping in pain and panic.
"Ow...what the hell" 1x1x1x1 got up painfully and examined his wings. Oh dear, I hope they didn't break.
They seemed fine, except the disheveled feathers. He tried to move them. They moved. They wrapped around him, made proper movements, folded correctly. But the moment 1x1x1x1 tried to take off again, it froze.
So he can't fly now.
Great.
Lovely.
Amazing.
Just the thing he needed in this critical situatio—
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—yeah.....he probably shouldn't lose his temper at this. Now's the time to think, do some brainstorming, find out alternatives, instead of being flat out pissed.
Smoothing out her feathers, 1x1x1x1 thought of her next move. She can do:
a) Go inside this wilderness and be lost forever trying to find a way out, or
b) Go inside the big cabin and hope not to get attacked.
Hmm...the second options seemed good enough since even if he decided to go inside the forest and leave his feathers as marks to not get lost, the place will make those markers disappear as he couldn't see a single loose feather around him, considering he just did a quick preening.
So second option it is.
Head wings firm in caution, 1x1x1x1 made her way towards the big cabin.
This place almost made her remember th-no. That place was no more, she and others were free from there. It can't be. It possibly can't. Right?
Whatever. Even if it is, then she will fight again, help her fellow survivors. And when her dad finds them, she will definitely defeat the creature keeping all of them captive here.
But now she needs to assess more.
The winged admin was near the cabin, instead of knocking first, he decided to check through the window. Hopefully no can spot him. Grey color is good with camouflage, right? Along with his green sweater to blend with the wilderness-at this point he's just bullshitting. He hopes his bullshitting will work.
Quietly creeping near the window 1x1x1x1 takes a peek inside.
Is that....? Oh shit
The winged admin quickly ducked, covering her mouth.
Inside she saw the killers, who looked normal? They looked exactly how the now ex-killers looked outside that wretched place. The very normal? killers also seem kind of happy? Joking about missed stuns and shots.
He peeked again. Just a little bit.
1x1x1x1 could recognize Chance and Elliot well, how could she not?
After all, she lost the count of time her guts were blown out by Chance, and her head getting sliced off by the massive circular saw Elliot owned.
There was also a blue haired guest she didn't recognized, that crazy spawn cult leader Two time, whose hair was quit short from what she remembered. Also they looked a lot less wild. Yet they still have that creepy smile. Ugh.
The winged admin saw uncle Dussekar and uncle Builderman inside? Why are they here? They look quite different too, are they imposters? Maybe.
There was this fat yellow guy with brown wings sitting among them. Something about him seems awfully familiar. Huh. 1x1x1x1 couldn't put a finger on what.
Taph....was that even Taph? Taph didn't have any wings. Must be another demolitionist. Yeah. A demolitionist sitting with a Noob. That Noob also looked familiar yet different.
On the second floor at the top, there was someone 1x1x1x1 couldn't see properly. It wouldn't hurt to peek again.
That lonely person up there was uncle 007n7, she hoped it was him even if he was dressed differently. For some peculiar reason he looked like sad and depressed like a wet cat. What? 007n7 she knew was the opposite of the word 'sad' and 'pathetic'.
What the hell is even this place? The people she knew, the people who she was close with all looked same yet different. This must be a sick joke played by the one who brought her here.
The killers are normal, she doesn't even know whether those are her actual uncles or not, the fat guy is driving her crazy with the sense of familiarity, no seriously where the fuck had she seen him? Doesn't seem to be someone from the HQ, and even if he was she would've known from the ridiculous amount of chicken this guy is eating, holy 2x2 that guy is a glutton.
The blue guest now was joining the Noob and that demolitionist, Two time was nowhere to be seen. Wasn't the cult leader sitting by the sofa a moment ago? Where did they go? Whatever, none of her concerns-
"Would you be truthful in the name of the Spawn and explain why you are snooping around, Miss?"
Now 1x1x1x1 had a resistance to jumpscares. No matter how many times Taph or C00lkidd dragged him to watch a horror movie, nothing could make her screeched or jump out of fear.
But now back pressed against the wooden wall, a dagger against her neck, face to face with that cult leader adorned with a creepy smile, she couldn't help but let out an embarrassing high pitched squawk out of terror.