“Shadows Die Twice..”

@2nd-t1mez

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[* "𝒫𝐿𝐸𝒜𝒮𝐸 𝐹𝒪𝑅𝒢𝐼𝒱𝐸 𝑀𝐸 𝐿𝒪𝑅𝒟, 𝐼 𝒮𝐻𝒜𝐿𝐿 𝒩𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅 𝒟𝒪 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒯 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅!” ]

“Ah! H-hello there! I was told by many survivors that this ‘blöğue’ (forgive me for my misspelling—) thing was quite popular.

Hence I have decided to make this uhm…blog? (I think I did it right this time!) in order to interact and spread the word of the spawn!

Please feel free to ask me anything you so wish!”

[*ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊, 𝕋𝕎/ℂ𝕎’𝕊 ]

NO NSFW AT ALL.

Anything too rude or breaking rules/boundaries will be dealt with via not answering and or blocking!!

Blog MIGHT have violence, gore, swearing (I mostly put swearing in tags tho) and some cult talk(NO ACTUALCULT TALK JUST THE SPAWN CULT MENTIONZ)

I will put a TW/CW if any sensitive stuff is mentioned.

Au’s / Oc’s Are SO WELCOME!! (I love oc’s so muchhhh)

[* ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕐 𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔸𝕂 ]

“Hello!”

^ how Two Time speaks

[* insert action ig]

How Two Times actions look like ^

“how sweet!”

How ‘azure?’ Will speak ^

[* action ! ]

How ‘azure?’ Uses their actions

[*EAEÆ-]

^ How Moore/Mod M/Mori/M00R3 (me) talkzz

[*𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕤! (𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕣𝕪) ]

#Thespawntalks = Two Time interactions!

#Mooremables = OOC/moore(me) speaking

#Twoofus? = two time blog meets another two time blog…

#Offerings?ohmy! = Anon ask

#Thisislovely = reblogs

[*CREDITS TO @caramellpurin FOR THE LAYOUT YOU COOK SO HARDDD]

[* ALSO ALSO I MIGHT NOT BE ACTIVE ON THIS BLOG MUCH BC LIFE WILL #### ME OVER AT TIMES.]

[*𝔹𝕃𝕆𝔾𝕊 (𝕥𝕠 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤!) ]

@m00r3-cha0s - Main blog

@h34rt-dr1v3 - TF OC BLOG

@3ndl3ss-ch40sz - SHADOW MILK BLOG

@3ndl3ss-bl00dsh3d - swap forsaken au blog!!

𝓔𝓝𝓙𝓞𝓨 𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓡 𝓢𝓣𝓐𝓨 𝓜𝓨 𝓕𝓡𝓘𝓔𝓝𝓓𝓢!

#Thisislovely #thespawntalks #Offerings?ohmy!#Twoofus?#Mooremables

“T-Two Time…? Is…is that you…?

@forsakenswappedau

Swap Azure :3

“Another one?…but I thought the one I was seeing was….you aren’t him…are you.”

forsakenswappedau

*he shakes his head.*

“N-No… and you’re.. not him either, are you?”

[* They stared at the other ‘azure’ with distrust, holding onto their dagger…just in case.]

“T-Two Time…? Is…is that you…?

@forsakenswappedau

Swap Azure :3

“Another one?…but I thought the one I was seeing was….you aren’t him…are you.”

[*CRASHES IN]

[*HI ITS ME MOD M HERE—I THINK THTS MY NAME. IDK. BUT IM BACK!]

[*Okay firstly, sorry for being inactive as all hell. I apologize dearly. School and life kicked me in the d1cK so— ALSO I WAS NOT AS HYPERFIXATED ON FORSAKEN AS MUCH-]

[* ALSO!! Regarding the recent uhm.. ‘drama’ of forsaken’ I WILL BE CHANGING TWO TIMES LORE A BIT. ALO NOTE THAT THIS IS A PARODY BLOG. NOT ASSOCIATED W FORSAKEN OR SOUL_DRIVEN OR WHOEVER TF IS THAT HOES NAME IS. I DO NOT SUPPORT THAT BITCH NOR HER ACTIONS./srs]

[*With that outa the way! We are so BACK!]

*the sound of wings flapping could be heard in the distance. Two Time looked to see a being similar to him descending down to the ground in front of him.*

*he eventually landed on the ground, and smiled cockily at the other Two Time*

“Now what do we have here…?”

— @forsakenswappedau hehe

“Eh—who…who are you? Another hallucination or…?”

forsakenswappedau

*he smiled and spread his arms out*

“I am no hallucination. I am simply you from another world…”

“Another world? How…strange…”

[* they looked at the other two time with suspicious.]

#thespawntalks #twoofus

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

[*step…step…step..]

[*The sound of boots hitting the grass were heard, but there were slow, almost quiet…a figure coated in a dark cloak was sneaking around the dark area. Who were they? Well judging by the spawn symbol on the back…it was clear who they were, the dagger they had the same symbol as the back of their cloak did. But now what were they doing…and who is getting hurt now?…]

- @2nd-t1mez (HEHEHE ROUND DOS MFERRRR!!!!))

Hacklord was within his sun room, sitting on a soft couch as he fixed up some tea using his panel. Sitting there looking out the window. It was the calmest he's been in the last few days...

Sitting there... with some warm biscuits, cookies, and some good tea was a nice treat for the nightmare-fueled days he's been having.

Hacklord sighed. Closing his eyes as his great sword rested nearby.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MEANWHILE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Prince of hatred was humming, writing down in his personal journal, no sword in sight. He was outside in the garden by the pond.

Such a lovely area to sit and collect your thoughts...

1x1x1x1 certainly believed so... So calming... So silent... Not even the minions roamed this area much. So it was a place where the Prince could just be himself truly. Without worrying about his duties and the future he should hold.

The path that had been laid out for him...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

What path shall you choose?

No doubt their are choices you can make here...

@2nd-t1mez

Oh and please to be mindful...

A few guest remain around...

A certain Builder sure is...~ ( @its-a-mad-dash )

[* Two time, taking a shakey breath…entered, with such stealth, the area in which the infamous hacklord resigned.]

[*good choice my love! Finally solving your issues with a foe!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord as sipping his tea now. Eyes slightly lidded as his long curly brown hair was not in its normal hairstyle.

He sighed.

". . .maybe. . . . I should enjoy myself more often. . . ."

He mumbled, glancing at a painting of Brighteyes... It wasn't just Brighteyes in that photo, though. There was MrDoomBringer, Builderman, Clockwork, Dusekkar, and yeah... a lot of the other admins.

Back before...

It doesn't matter anymore.

Hacklord sipped his tea once more. Fuck his head ached... like someone was screaming at him to move.

'TELA I SWEAR TO FUCKIN' HEIGHTS IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR FATASS-'

“Ehem…pardon me.”

[*they spoke calmly, from the entryway of the door, they stood there waiting—while they wanted to attack…and the voices said too—they needed azure to at least not be anymore upset then he already was.]

“I know you do not wish to see me again. After what I had previously done to you I cannot say the same; I simply wish to atone for my actions and peaceful converse with thou—“

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord spat out a gulp of tea he was sipping. Choking from it and the sudden shock. He wheezed slightly reaching for his sword unsure.

"I should trust you why?"

Internally he was screaming, YOU SENT ME TO DEAL WITH MY TRUAMA- WHAT THE FUCK- THEIRS A REASON I DON'T GO TO THERAPY!

Internally, Hacklord hoped that, even if he hates the man and won't admit missing his Builderman, the David visiting was... close around. He knew he was a bit weaker and unprepared for a duel at the moment.

“I was…going through a haze, whatever was going on inside my mind made me feel as if taking your life was the only thing bringing …him…back to me.”

[*They sighed, trying not to come undone as they placed their dagger on the ground, they then put both hands up walked near the hacklord.]

“I have seen and understood that you were never the one I was looking for to harm, nor should I ever harmed you in the first place—the voices tend to pick and choose for me…but I have no other blades in my back, just words and peace is all I bring.”

[* Yes. Thank you for being honest love.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other, taking a deep breath as he put his blade down. Staring at the other.

"Please... take a seat then..."

"Let's talk."

He mutters.

-

The minion was destroying what Builderman asked of it before leading the way to where the boss was.

-

"..."

What was their to talk about fuck man...

'you could try asking why...'

[They sat down in the chair that was available, crossing their legs and just sat there like a gargoyles.

Silence was all that was heard in the room…till their voice spoke up.]

“…I-I suppose you have a lot on your mind that you want to ask of me...”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other grumbling.

". . . ."

"Why?"

That's all he grumbled out.

"Why did you attack me when I was speaking to my wife."

-

builderman and the minion are rapidly approaching the area- @its-a-mad-dash

“J-Jealousy and hatred. Nothing more, nothing less.”

[* They frowned looking away , it felt awful to speak the truth.]

“The spawn told me if I DID take your life…I would have more, what that entailed…I didn’t and still do not know.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord frowned taking a few moments to process this drinking his tea as the door was opened by laMD Builderman. He barely batted an eye.

(@its-a-mad-dash has been replaying to the thread bits lol)

"this... spawn figure... what does it mean to you truly?"

“I cannot remember what it means, but I tend to hear its voice in my head—or what I assumed is its voice—along with my lover, azure. But I understand that violence isn’t the way to offer those to the spawn, peace is."

[* They cracked a soft smile.]

Builderman watched the Two Time carefully, kinda weird seeing them with only two arms rather than the four arms.

Builderman] "heyyyyy- Hacklord you alive?"

He sets the jump pad down and arms it.

[*Cue Two time squeaking in fear from the sudden sound—]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed.

"I am alive Dove's Builderman... take a seat."

Hacklord mumbled his eyelids half lidded as he stared at Two Time.

"You... have lost your lover to hear their voice yes?"

He asked. internally he was thinking, considering how this was how he heard Brighteyes.

Builderman sits between Hacklord and the Two Time and watches them like a hawk...

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed... waiting for @2nd-t1mez to answer.

[*They took a minute, before answering.]

“Indeed, though sometimes I see them. The thing is however, they look strange; there are night shades were his eyes used to be, along with more of those same flowers littered throughout his body…I feel like I’m lightheaded whenever I feel his presence..”

[* They rubbed their head, the voices seemed to echo louder than usual…fun.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord tilted his head slightly, thinking.

"Have you ever considered that these voices could be a virus or hacker corrupting your system, or perhaps it's an imp from the banlands..."

He sighed, moving his hair slightly.

"...if I talked to Doom still I could possibly get more information on this for you... but..."

He sighed, frowning.

"we are no longer on the same page."

“If it was a virus seven would have helped me..or my builderman at least.”

[*They still looked anxious.]

“B-but! I assure you it is merely the spawn trying to contact me! …even if it hurts like hell.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord sighed taking a few moments to process this.

"Well..."

He summoned a book.

"Perhaps you should look into some demons who prey on such devotion... the spawn would never... and I mean never have you sacrifice life... the life it's given..."

Augh someone kill him... he's giving in to the others' delusions.

“Demons? I never went into that territory. I was always told to stray away by our leader and others in the spawn…perhaps you might be onto-“

[* A loud ringing echoed in the devotee’s ears making them wince a slight bit, still they continued what they were saying with a mutter.]

“onto uhm…som-something…”

Builderman took a deep breath. He was tired. But the goggles hid the eyebags.

[* Two time just looked down, yawning…when did they sleep last?…]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed nodding.

"come back another time and I'll have possible answers for what demon whispers in your ears."

He stated simply.

"Or stick around... honestly, I don't care..."

“If it would it be fine with you…uhm—I wish to stay, I have had a…rough and tiring day.”

[* They moved around in the chair before laying on it—this thing does NOT know how to sleep.]

*the sound of wings flapping could be heard in the distance. Two Time looked to see a being similar to him descending down to the ground in front of him.*

*he eventually landed on the ground, and smiled cockily at the other Two Time*

“Now what do we have here…?”

— @forsakenswappedau hehe

“Eh—who…who are you? Another hallucination or…?”

harpoonerscompass

[*Two time was simply minding their own business, sharpening their blade, fixing their attire, it had become a routine at this point.

Yet, they felt an uneasy sense of dread creeping near, perhaps it was nothing, perhaps it was everything…only time would tell.]

@2nd-t1mez ( [*HII HELLOOO!! I saw your metro Gasharpoon blog and I wanted to give a lil interaction, bc WHY NOT? If you want to interact that’s fine! If not that’s cool :3 ] )

[The Captain watches the survivor closely from under the water…analyzing and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She found it quite interesting that a survivor somehow stumbled upon their shores, much less that one cultist…]

[* They began to hum a faint tune, one that the cult had taught them at a very impressionable age, sounding almost like a hymn.]

harpoonerscompass

[As TwoTime hummed, Gasharpoon began to arise from the water. His hoarse breaths becoming very much apparent as she raised her harpoon arm up, seconds away from slamming it down onto TwoTime]

[* They quickly dodged as fast as they could, the sheer panic in their eyes was evident of how they felt, terror. Pure terror. They took many panicked breaths before speaking,]

"GH! HH…hh..Oh…you, the one who drowned at see with their own crew, how predictabl—…why are you part fish…?”

[* Huh, now looking at it, why was the killer part fish—was this the specters doing? Maybe it was those ‘anons’ work mayhaps?..]

harpoonerscompass

[Gasharpoon slid back into the water, glaring at TwoTime, they were definitely not happy about how he missed…nor having to explain the changes again]

“That shouldn’t concern nor matter to you.”

[The Captain spat, swimming to and fro, trying to prepare to attack yet again]

“Ah…so be it then.”

[* they pulled their dagger out, ready and armed for what ever that came up. They were looking around for what ever danger would show up.]

harpoonerscompass

[Gasharpoon quickly swam to the shore and lept up as high as he could manage, grunting while doing so. She tried to get a decent strike onto TwoTime yet again with their harpoon]

[*They did manage to hit the cultist, only hitting their left arm however. They winced in pain before with no second thought, they snuck behind and stabbed the captain in the back with (his)—their dagger.]

harpoonerscompass

[The Captain cried out in pain, barely able to cover the place he was stabbed at with their hand]

“GAH!! YOU LITTLE BRAT!!”

[*A manic smile was plastered on their face.]

“Eheheh…ohh I missed this ..this RUSH..this ADRENALINE! hehHAHA!”

[*They giggled like a freak(because to be honest. THEY ARE MORE THAN A FREAK. THEY A FFREAK-A-DIK), twirling their dagger around.]

harpoonerscompass

[The Captain let out a low growl and tried to jab at the cultist yet again, lunging at them as best as she could, despite the hindrance of a tail]

[*Congrats! The captain was able to injure the cultist in the side quite a bit!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

[*step…step…step..]

[*The sound of boots hitting the grass were heard, but there were slow, almost quiet…a figure coated in a dark cloak was sneaking around the dark area. Who were they? Well judging by the spawn symbol on the back…it was clear who they were, the dagger they had the same symbol as the back of their cloak did. But now what were they doing…and who is getting hurt now?…]

- @2nd-t1mez (HEHEHE ROUND DOS MFERRRR!!!!))

Hacklord was within his sun room, sitting on a soft couch as he fixed up some tea using his panel. Sitting there looking out the window. It was the calmest he's been in the last few days...

Sitting there... with some warm biscuits, cookies, and some good tea was a nice treat for the nightmare-fueled days he's been having.

Hacklord sighed. Closing his eyes as his great sword rested nearby.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MEANWHILE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Prince of hatred was humming, writing down in his personal journal, no sword in sight. He was outside in the garden by the pond.

Such a lovely area to sit and collect your thoughts...

1x1x1x1 certainly believed so... So calming... So silent... Not even the minions roamed this area much. So it was a place where the Prince could just be himself truly. Without worrying about his duties and the future he should hold.

The path that had been laid out for him...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

What path shall you choose?

No doubt their are choices you can make here...

@2nd-t1mez

Oh and please to be mindful...

A few guest remain around...

A certain Builder sure is...~ ( @its-a-mad-dash )

[* Two time, taking a shakey breath…entered, with such stealth, the area in which the infamous hacklord resigned.]

[*good choice my love! Finally solving your issues with a foe!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord as sipping his tea now. Eyes slightly lidded as his long curly brown hair was not in its normal hairstyle.

He sighed.

". . .maybe. . . . I should enjoy myself more often. . . ."

He mumbled, glancing at a painting of Brighteyes... It wasn't just Brighteyes in that photo, though. There was MrDoomBringer, Builderman, Clockwork, Dusekkar, and yeah... a lot of the other admins.

Back before...

It doesn't matter anymore.

Hacklord sipped his tea once more. Fuck his head ached... like someone was screaming at him to move.

'TELA I SWEAR TO FUCKIN' HEIGHTS IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR FATASS-'

“Ehem…pardon me.”

[*they spoke calmly, from the entryway of the door, they stood there waiting—while they wanted to attack…and the voices said too—they needed azure to at least not be anymore upset then he already was.]

“I know you do not wish to see me again. After what I had previously done to you I cannot say the same; I simply wish to atone for my actions and peaceful converse with thou—“

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord spat out a gulp of tea he was sipping. Choking from it and the sudden shock. He wheezed slightly reaching for his sword unsure.

"I should trust you why?"

Internally he was screaming, YOU SENT ME TO DEAL WITH MY TRUAMA- WHAT THE FUCK- THEIRS A REASON I DON'T GO TO THERAPY!

Internally, Hacklord hoped that, even if he hates the man and won't admit missing his Builderman, the David visiting was... close around. He knew he was a bit weaker and unprepared for a duel at the moment.

“I was…going through a haze, whatever was going on inside my mind made me feel as if taking your life was the only thing bringing …him…back to me.”

[*They sighed, trying not to come undone as they placed their dagger on the ground, they then put both hands up walked near the hacklord.]

“I have seen and understood that you were never the one I was looking for to harm, nor should I ever harmed you in the first place—the voices tend to pick and choose for me…but I have no other blades in my back, just words and peace is all I bring.”

[* Yes. Thank you for being honest love.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other, taking a deep breath as he put his blade down. Staring at the other.

"Please... take a seat then..."

"Let's talk."

He mutters.

-

The minion was destroying what Builderman asked of it before leading the way to where the boss was.

-

"..."

What was their to talk about fuck man...

'you could try asking why...'

[They sat down in the chair that was available, crossing their legs and just sat there like a gargoyles.

Silence was all that was heard in the room…till their voice spoke up.]

“…I-I suppose you have a lot on your mind that you want to ask of me...”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other grumbling.

". . . ."

"Why?"

That's all he grumbled out.

"Why did you attack me when I was speaking to my wife."

-

builderman and the minion are rapidly approaching the area- @its-a-mad-dash

“J-Jealousy and hatred. Nothing more, nothing less.”

[* They frowned looking away , it felt awful to speak the truth.]

“The spawn told me if I DID take your life…I would have more, what that entailed…I didn’t and still do not know.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord frowned taking a few moments to process this drinking his tea as the door was opened by laMD Builderman. He barely batted an eye.

(@its-a-mad-dash has been replaying to the thread bits lol)

"this... spawn figure... what does it mean to you truly?"

“I cannot remember what it means, but I tend to hear its voice in my head—or what I assumed is its voice—along with my lover, azure. But I understand that violence isn’t the way to offer those to the spawn, peace is."

[* They cracked a soft smile.]

Builderman watched the Two Time carefully, kinda weird seeing them with only two arms rather than the four arms.

Builderman] "heyyyyy- Hacklord you alive?"

He sets the jump pad down and arms it.

[*Cue Two time squeaking in fear from the sudden sound—]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed.

"I am alive Dove's Builderman... take a seat."

Hacklord mumbled his eyelids half lidded as he stared at Two Time.

"You... have lost your lover to hear their voice yes?"

He asked. internally he was thinking, considering how this was how he heard Brighteyes.

Builderman sits between Hacklord and the Two Time and watches them like a hawk...

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed... waiting for @2nd-t1mez to answer.

[*They took a minute, before answering.]

“Indeed, though sometimes I see them. The thing is however, they look strange; there are night shades were his eyes used to be, along with more of those same flowers littered throughout his body…I feel like I’m lightheaded whenever I feel his presence..”

[* They rubbed their head, the voices seemed to echo louder than usual…fun.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord tilted his head slightly, thinking.

"Have you ever considered that these voices could be a virus or hacker corrupting your system, or perhaps it's an imp from the banlands..."

He sighed, moving his hair slightly.

"...if I talked to Doom still I could possibly get more information on this for you... but..."

He sighed, frowning.

"we are no longer on the same page."

“If it was a virus seven would have helped me..or my builderman at least.”

[*They still looked anxious.]

“B-but! I assure you it is merely the spawn trying to contact me! …even if it hurts like hell.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord sighed taking a few moments to process this.

"Well..."

He summoned a book.

"Perhaps you should look into some demons who prey on such devotion... the spawn would never... and I mean never have you sacrifice life... the life it's given..."

Augh someone kill him... he's giving in to the others' delusions.

“Demons? I never went into that territory. I was always told to stray away by our leader and others in the spawn…perhaps you might be onto-“

[* A loud ringing echoed in the devotee’s ears making them wince a slight bit, still they continued what they were saying with a mutter.]

“onto uhm…som-something…”

Builderman took a deep breath. He was tired. But the goggles hid the eyebags.

[* Two time just looked down, yawning…when did they sleep last?…]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

[*step…step…step..]

[*The sound of boots hitting the grass were heard, but there were slow, almost quiet…a figure coated in a dark cloak was sneaking around the dark area. Who were they? Well judging by the spawn symbol on the back…it was clear who they were, the dagger they had the same symbol as the back of their cloak did. But now what were they doing…and who is getting hurt now?…]

- @2nd-t1mez (HEHEHE ROUND DOS MFERRRR!!!!))

Hacklord was within his sun room, sitting on a soft couch as he fixed up some tea using his panel. Sitting there looking out the window. It was the calmest he's been in the last few days...

Sitting there... with some warm biscuits, cookies, and some good tea was a nice treat for the nightmare-fueled days he's been having.

Hacklord sighed. Closing his eyes as his great sword rested nearby.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MEANWHILE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Prince of hatred was humming, writing down in his personal journal, no sword in sight. He was outside in the garden by the pond.

Such a lovely area to sit and collect your thoughts...

1x1x1x1 certainly believed so... So calming... So silent... Not even the minions roamed this area much. So it was a place where the Prince could just be himself truly. Without worrying about his duties and the future he should hold.

The path that had been laid out for him...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

What path shall you choose?

No doubt their are choices you can make here...

@2nd-t1mez

Oh and please to be mindful...

A few guest remain around...

A certain Builder sure is...~ ( @its-a-mad-dash )

[* Two time, taking a shakey breath…entered, with such stealth, the area in which the infamous hacklord resigned.]

[*good choice my love! Finally solving your issues with a foe!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord as sipping his tea now. Eyes slightly lidded as his long curly brown hair was not in its normal hairstyle.

He sighed.

". . .maybe. . . . I should enjoy myself more often. . . ."

He mumbled, glancing at a painting of Brighteyes... It wasn't just Brighteyes in that photo, though. There was MrDoomBringer, Builderman, Clockwork, Dusekkar, and yeah... a lot of the other admins.

Back before...

It doesn't matter anymore.

Hacklord sipped his tea once more. Fuck his head ached... like someone was screaming at him to move.

'TELA I SWEAR TO FUCKIN' HEIGHTS IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR FATASS-'

“Ehem…pardon me.”

[*they spoke calmly, from the entryway of the door, they stood there waiting—while they wanted to attack…and the voices said too—they needed azure to at least not be anymore upset then he already was.]

“I know you do not wish to see me again. After what I had previously done to you I cannot say the same; I simply wish to atone for my actions and peaceful converse with thou—“

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord spat out a gulp of tea he was sipping. Choking from it and the sudden shock. He wheezed slightly reaching for his sword unsure.

"I should trust you why?"

Internally he was screaming, YOU SENT ME TO DEAL WITH MY TRUAMA- WHAT THE FUCK- THEIRS A REASON I DON'T GO TO THERAPY!

Internally, Hacklord hoped that, even if he hates the man and won't admit missing his Builderman, the David visiting was... close around. He knew he was a bit weaker and unprepared for a duel at the moment.

“I was…going through a haze, whatever was going on inside my mind made me feel as if taking your life was the only thing bringing …him…back to me.”

[*They sighed, trying not to come undone as they placed their dagger on the ground, they then put both hands up walked near the hacklord.]

“I have seen and understood that you were never the one I was looking for to harm, nor should I ever harmed you in the first place—the voices tend to pick and choose for me…but I have no other blades in my back, just words and peace is all I bring.”

[* Yes. Thank you for being honest love.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other, taking a deep breath as he put his blade down. Staring at the other.

"Please... take a seat then..."

"Let's talk."

He mutters.

-

The minion was destroying what Builderman asked of it before leading the way to where the boss was.

-

"..."

What was their to talk about fuck man...

'you could try asking why...'

[They sat down in the chair that was available, crossing their legs and just sat there like a gargoyles.

Silence was all that was heard in the room…till their voice spoke up.]

“…I-I suppose you have a lot on your mind that you want to ask of me...”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other grumbling.

". . . ."

"Why?"

That's all he grumbled out.

"Why did you attack me when I was speaking to my wife."

-

builderman and the minion are rapidly approaching the area- @its-a-mad-dash

“J-Jealousy and hatred. Nothing more, nothing less.”

[* They frowned looking away , it felt awful to speak the truth.]

“The spawn told me if I DID take your life…I would have more, what that entailed…I didn’t and still do not know.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord frowned taking a few moments to process this drinking his tea as the door was opened by laMD Builderman. He barely batted an eye.

(@its-a-mad-dash has been replaying to the thread bits lol)

"this... spawn figure... what does it mean to you truly?"

“I cannot remember what it means, but I tend to hear its voice in my head—or what I assumed is its voice—along with my lover, azure. But I understand that violence isn’t the way to offer those to the spawn, peace is."

[* They cracked a soft smile.]

Builderman watched the Two Time carefully, kinda weird seeing them with only two arms rather than the four arms.

Builderman] "heyyyyy- Hacklord you alive?"

He sets the jump pad down and arms it.

[*Cue Two time squeaking in fear from the sudden sound—]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed.

"I am alive Dove's Builderman... take a seat."

Hacklord mumbled his eyelids half lidded as he stared at Two Time.

"You... have lost your lover to hear their voice yes?"

He asked. internally he was thinking, considering how this was how he heard Brighteyes.

Builderman sits between Hacklord and the Two Time and watches them like a hawk...

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed... waiting for @2nd-t1mez to answer.

[*They took a minute, before answering.]

“Indeed, though sometimes I see them. The thing is however, they look strange; there are night shades were his eyes used to be, along with more of those same flowers littered throughout his body…I feel like I’m lightheaded whenever I feel his presence..”

[* They rubbed their head, the voices seemed to echo louder than usual…fun.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord tilted his head slightly, thinking.

"Have you ever considered that these voices could be a virus or hacker corrupting your system, or perhaps it's an imp from the banlands..."

He sighed, moving his hair slightly.

"...if I talked to Doom still I could possibly get more information on this for you... but..."

He sighed, frowning.

"we are no longer on the same page."

“If it was a virus seven would have helped me..or my builderman at least.”

[*They still looked anxious.]

“B-but! I assure you it is merely the spawn trying to contact me! …even if it hurts like hell.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord sighed taking a few moments to process this.

"Well..."

He summoned a book.

"Perhaps you should look into some demons who prey on such devotion... the spawn would never... and I mean never have you sacrifice life... the life it's given..."

Augh someone kill him... he's giving in to the others' delusions.

“Demons? I never went into that territory. I was always told to stray away by our leader and others in the spawn…perhaps you might be onto-“

[* A loud ringing echoed in the devotee’s ears making them wince a slight bit, still they continued what they were saying with a mutter.]

“onto uhm…som-something…”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

[*step…step…step..]

[*The sound of boots hitting the grass were heard, but there were slow, almost quiet…a figure coated in a dark cloak was sneaking around the dark area. Who were they? Well judging by the spawn symbol on the back…it was clear who they were, the dagger they had the same symbol as the back of their cloak did. But now what were they doing…and who is getting hurt now?…]

- @2nd-t1mez (HEHEHE ROUND DOS MFERRRR!!!!))

Hacklord was within his sun room, sitting on a soft couch as he fixed up some tea using his panel. Sitting there looking out the window. It was the calmest he's been in the last few days...

Sitting there... with some warm biscuits, cookies, and some good tea was a nice treat for the nightmare-fueled days he's been having.

Hacklord sighed. Closing his eyes as his great sword rested nearby.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MEANWHILE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Prince of hatred was humming, writing down in his personal journal, no sword in sight. He was outside in the garden by the pond.

Such a lovely area to sit and collect your thoughts...

1x1x1x1 certainly believed so... So calming... So silent... Not even the minions roamed this area much. So it was a place where the Prince could just be himself truly. Without worrying about his duties and the future he should hold.

The path that had been laid out for him...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

What path shall you choose?

No doubt their are choices you can make here...

@2nd-t1mez

Oh and please to be mindful...

A few guest remain around...

A certain Builder sure is...~ ( @its-a-mad-dash )

[* Two time, taking a shakey breath…entered, with such stealth, the area in which the infamous hacklord resigned.]

[*good choice my love! Finally solving your issues with a foe!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord as sipping his tea now. Eyes slightly lidded as his long curly brown hair was not in its normal hairstyle.

He sighed.

". . .maybe. . . . I should enjoy myself more often. . . ."

He mumbled, glancing at a painting of Brighteyes... It wasn't just Brighteyes in that photo, though. There was MrDoomBringer, Builderman, Clockwork, Dusekkar, and yeah... a lot of the other admins.

Back before...

It doesn't matter anymore.

Hacklord sipped his tea once more. Fuck his head ached... like someone was screaming at him to move.

'TELA I SWEAR TO FUCKIN' HEIGHTS IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR FATASS-'

“Ehem…pardon me.”

[*they spoke calmly, from the entryway of the door, they stood there waiting—while they wanted to attack…and the voices said too—they needed azure to at least not be anymore upset then he already was.]

“I know you do not wish to see me again. After what I had previously done to you I cannot say the same; I simply wish to atone for my actions and peaceful converse with thou—“

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord spat out a gulp of tea he was sipping. Choking from it and the sudden shock. He wheezed slightly reaching for his sword unsure.

"I should trust you why?"

Internally he was screaming, YOU SENT ME TO DEAL WITH MY TRUAMA- WHAT THE FUCK- THEIRS A REASON I DON'T GO TO THERAPY!

Internally, Hacklord hoped that, even if he hates the man and won't admit missing his Builderman, the David visiting was... close around. He knew he was a bit weaker and unprepared for a duel at the moment.

“I was…going through a haze, whatever was going on inside my mind made me feel as if taking your life was the only thing bringing …him…back to me.”

[*They sighed, trying not to come undone as they placed their dagger on the ground, they then put both hands up walked near the hacklord.]

“I have seen and understood that you were never the one I was looking for to harm, nor should I ever harmed you in the first place—the voices tend to pick and choose for me…but I have no other blades in my back, just words and peace is all I bring.”

[* Yes. Thank you for being honest love.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other, taking a deep breath as he put his blade down. Staring at the other.

"Please... take a seat then..."

"Let's talk."

He mutters.

-

The minion was destroying what Builderman asked of it before leading the way to where the boss was.

-

"..."

What was their to talk about fuck man...

'you could try asking why...'

[They sat down in the chair that was available, crossing their legs and just sat there like a gargoyles.

Silence was all that was heard in the room…till their voice spoke up.]

“…I-I suppose you have a lot on your mind that you want to ask of me...”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other grumbling.

". . . ."

"Why?"

That's all he grumbled out.

"Why did you attack me when I was speaking to my wife."

-

builderman and the minion are rapidly approaching the area- @its-a-mad-dash

“J-Jealousy and hatred. Nothing more, nothing less.”

[* They frowned looking away , it felt awful to speak the truth.]

“The spawn told me if I DID take your life…I would have more, what that entailed…I didn’t and still do not know.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord frowned taking a few moments to process this drinking his tea as the door was opened by laMD Builderman. He barely batted an eye.

(@its-a-mad-dash has been replaying to the thread bits lol)

"this... spawn figure... what does it mean to you truly?"

“I cannot remember what it means, but I tend to hear its voice in my head—or what I assumed is its voice—along with my lover, azure. But I understand that violence isn’t the way to offer those to the spawn, peace is."

[* They cracked a soft smile.]

Builderman watched the Two Time carefully, kinda weird seeing them with only two arms rather than the four arms.

Builderman] "heyyyyy- Hacklord you alive?"

He sets the jump pad down and arms it.

[*Cue Two time squeaking in fear from the sudden sound—]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed.

"I am alive Dove's Builderman... take a seat."

Hacklord mumbled his eyelids half lidded as he stared at Two Time.

"You... have lost your lover to hear their voice yes?"

He asked. internally he was thinking, considering how this was how he heard Brighteyes.

Builderman sits between Hacklord and the Two Time and watches them like a hawk...

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed... waiting for @2nd-t1mez to answer.

[*They took a minute, before answering.]

“Indeed, though sometimes I see them. The thing is however, they look strange; there are night shades were his eyes used to be, along with more of those same flowers littered throughout his body…I feel like I’m lightheaded whenever I feel his presence..”

[* They rubbed their head, the voices seemed to echo louder than usual…fun.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord tilted his head slightly, thinking.

"Have you ever considered that these voices could be a virus or hacker corrupting your system, or perhaps it's an imp from the banlands..."

He sighed, moving his hair slightly.

"...if I talked to Doom still I could possibly get more information on this for you... but..."

He sighed, frowning.

"we are no longer on the same page."

“If it was a virus seven would have helped me..or my builderman at least.”

[*They still looked anxious.]

“B-but! I assure you it is merely the spawn trying to contact me! …even if it hurts like hell.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

[*step…step…step..]

[*The sound of boots hitting the grass were heard, but there were slow, almost quiet…a figure coated in a dark cloak was sneaking around the dark area. Who were they? Well judging by the spawn symbol on the back…it was clear who they were, the dagger they had the same symbol as the back of their cloak did. But now what were they doing…and who is getting hurt now?…]

- @2nd-t1mez (HEHEHE ROUND DOS MFERRRR!!!!))

Hacklord was within his sun room, sitting on a soft couch as he fixed up some tea using his panel. Sitting there looking out the window. It was the calmest he's been in the last few days...

Sitting there... with some warm biscuits, cookies, and some good tea was a nice treat for the nightmare-fueled days he's been having.

Hacklord sighed. Closing his eyes as his great sword rested nearby.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MEANWHILE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Prince of hatred was humming, writing down in his personal journal, no sword in sight. He was outside in the garden by the pond.

Such a lovely area to sit and collect your thoughts...

1x1x1x1 certainly believed so... So calming... So silent... Not even the minions roamed this area much. So it was a place where the Prince could just be himself truly. Without worrying about his duties and the future he should hold.

The path that had been laid out for him...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

What path shall you choose?

No doubt their are choices you can make here...

@2nd-t1mez

Oh and please to be mindful...

A few guest remain around...

A certain Builder sure is...~ ( @its-a-mad-dash )

[* Two time, taking a shakey breath…entered, with such stealth, the area in which the infamous hacklord resigned.]

[*good choice my love! Finally solving your issues with a foe!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord as sipping his tea now. Eyes slightly lidded as his long curly brown hair was not in its normal hairstyle.

He sighed.

". . .maybe. . . . I should enjoy myself more often. . . ."

He mumbled, glancing at a painting of Brighteyes... It wasn't just Brighteyes in that photo, though. There was MrDoomBringer, Builderman, Clockwork, Dusekkar, and yeah... a lot of the other admins.

Back before...

It doesn't matter anymore.

Hacklord sipped his tea once more. Fuck his head ached... like someone was screaming at him to move.

'TELA I SWEAR TO FUCKIN' HEIGHTS IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR FATASS-'

“Ehem…pardon me.”

[*they spoke calmly, from the entryway of the door, they stood there waiting—while they wanted to attack…and the voices said too—they needed azure to at least not be anymore upset then he already was.]

“I know you do not wish to see me again. After what I had previously done to you I cannot say the same; I simply wish to atone for my actions and peaceful converse with thou—“

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord spat out a gulp of tea he was sipping. Choking from it and the sudden shock. He wheezed slightly reaching for his sword unsure.

"I should trust you why?"

Internally he was screaming, YOU SENT ME TO DEAL WITH MY TRUAMA- WHAT THE FUCK- THEIRS A REASON I DON'T GO TO THERAPY!

Internally, Hacklord hoped that, even if he hates the man and won't admit missing his Builderman, the David visiting was... close around. He knew he was a bit weaker and unprepared for a duel at the moment.

“I was…going through a haze, whatever was going on inside my mind made me feel as if taking your life was the only thing bringing …him…back to me.”

[*They sighed, trying not to come undone as they placed their dagger on the ground, they then put both hands up walked near the hacklord.]

“I have seen and understood that you were never the one I was looking for to harm, nor should I ever harmed you in the first place—the voices tend to pick and choose for me…but I have no other blades in my back, just words and peace is all I bring.”

[* Yes. Thank you for being honest love.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other, taking a deep breath as he put his blade down. Staring at the other.

"Please... take a seat then..."

"Let's talk."

He mutters.

-

The minion was destroying what Builderman asked of it before leading the way to where the boss was.

-

"..."

What was their to talk about fuck man...

'you could try asking why...'

[They sat down in the chair that was available, crossing their legs and just sat there like a gargoyles.

Silence was all that was heard in the room…till their voice spoke up.]

“…I-I suppose you have a lot on your mind that you want to ask of me...”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other grumbling.

". . . ."

"Why?"

That's all he grumbled out.

"Why did you attack me when I was speaking to my wife."

-

builderman and the minion are rapidly approaching the area- @its-a-mad-dash

“J-Jealousy and hatred. Nothing more, nothing less.”

[* They frowned looking away , it felt awful to speak the truth.]

“The spawn told me if I DID take your life…I would have more, what that entailed…I didn’t and still do not know.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord frowned taking a few moments to process this drinking his tea as the door was opened by laMD Builderman. He barely batted an eye.

(@its-a-mad-dash has been replaying to the thread bits lol)

"this... spawn figure... what does it mean to you truly?"

“I cannot remember what it means, but I tend to hear its voice in my head—or what I assumed is its voice—along with my lover, azure. But I understand that violence isn’t the way to offer those to the spawn, peace is."

[* They cracked a soft smile.]

Builderman watched the Two Time carefully, kinda weird seeing them with only two arms rather than the four arms.

Builderman] "heyyyyy- Hacklord you alive?"

He sets the jump pad down and arms it.

[*Cue Two time squeaking in fear from the sudden sound—]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed.

"I am alive Dove's Builderman... take a seat."

Hacklord mumbled his eyelids half lidded as he stared at Two Time.

"You... have lost your lover to hear their voice yes?"

He asked. internally he was thinking, considering how this was how he heard Brighteyes.

Builderman sits between Hacklord and the Two Time and watches them like a hawk...

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord hummed... waiting for @2nd-t1mez to answer.

[*They took a minute, before answering.]

“Indeed, though sometimes I see them. The thing is however, they look strange; there are night shades were his eyes used to be, along with more of those same flowers littered throughout his body…I feel like I’m lightheaded whenever I feel his presence..”

[* They rubbed their head, the voices seemed to echo louder than usual…fun.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

[*step…step…step..]

[*The sound of boots hitting the grass were heard, but there were slow, almost quiet…a figure coated in a dark cloak was sneaking around the dark area. Who were they? Well judging by the spawn symbol on the back…it was clear who they were, the dagger they had the same symbol as the back of their cloak did. But now what were they doing…and who is getting hurt now?…]

- @2nd-t1mez (HEHEHE ROUND DOS MFERRRR!!!!))

Hacklord was within his sun room, sitting on a soft couch as he fixed up some tea using his panel. Sitting there looking out the window. It was the calmest he's been in the last few days...

Sitting there... with some warm biscuits, cookies, and some good tea was a nice treat for the nightmare-fueled days he's been having.

Hacklord sighed. Closing his eyes as his great sword rested nearby.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MEANWHILE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Prince of hatred was humming, writing down in his personal journal, no sword in sight. He was outside in the garden by the pond.

Such a lovely area to sit and collect your thoughts...

1x1x1x1 certainly believed so... So calming... So silent... Not even the minions roamed this area much. So it was a place where the Prince could just be himself truly. Without worrying about his duties and the future he should hold.

The path that had been laid out for him...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

What path shall you choose?

No doubt their are choices you can make here...

@2nd-t1mez

Oh and please to be mindful...

A few guest remain around...

A certain Builder sure is...~ ( @its-a-mad-dash )

[* Two time, taking a shakey breath…entered, with such stealth, the area in which the infamous hacklord resigned.]

[*good choice my love! Finally solving your issues with a foe!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord as sipping his tea now. Eyes slightly lidded as his long curly brown hair was not in its normal hairstyle.

He sighed.

". . .maybe. . . . I should enjoy myself more often. . . ."

He mumbled, glancing at a painting of Brighteyes... It wasn't just Brighteyes in that photo, though. There was MrDoomBringer, Builderman, Clockwork, Dusekkar, and yeah... a lot of the other admins.

Back before...

It doesn't matter anymore.

Hacklord sipped his tea once more. Fuck his head ached... like someone was screaming at him to move.

'TELA I SWEAR TO FUCKIN' HEIGHTS IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR FATASS-'

“Ehem…pardon me.”

[*they spoke calmly, from the entryway of the door, they stood there waiting—while they wanted to attack…and the voices said too—they needed azure to at least not be anymore upset then he already was.]

“I know you do not wish to see me again. After what I had previously done to you I cannot say the same; I simply wish to atone for my actions and peaceful converse with thou—“

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord spat out a gulp of tea he was sipping. Choking from it and the sudden shock. He wheezed slightly reaching for his sword unsure.

"I should trust you why?"

Internally he was screaming, YOU SENT ME TO DEAL WITH MY TRUAMA- WHAT THE FUCK- THEIRS A REASON I DON'T GO TO THERAPY!

Internally, Hacklord hoped that, even if he hates the man and won't admit missing his Builderman, the David visiting was... close around. He knew he was a bit weaker and unprepared for a duel at the moment.

“I was…going through a haze, whatever was going on inside my mind made me feel as if taking your life was the only thing bringing …him…back to me.”

[*They sighed, trying not to come undone as they placed their dagger on the ground, they then put both hands up walked near the hacklord.]

“I have seen and understood that you were never the one I was looking for to harm, nor should I ever harmed you in the first place—the voices tend to pick and choose for me…but I have no other blades in my back, just words and peace is all I bring.”

[* Yes. Thank you for being honest love.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other, taking a deep breath as he put his blade down. Staring at the other.

"Please... take a seat then..."

"Let's talk."

He mutters.

-

The minion was destroying what Builderman asked of it before leading the way to where the boss was.

-

"..."

What was their to talk about fuck man...

'you could try asking why...'

[They sat down in the chair that was available, crossing their legs and just sat there like a gargoyles.

Silence was all that was heard in the room…till their voice spoke up.]

“…I-I suppose you have a lot on your mind that you want to ask of me...”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other grumbling.

". . . ."

"Why?"

That's all he grumbled out.

"Why did you attack me when I was speaking to my wife."

-

builderman and the minion are rapidly approaching the area- @its-a-mad-dash

“J-Jealousy and hatred. Nothing more, nothing less.”

[* They frowned looking away , it felt awful to speak the truth.]

“The spawn told me if I DID take your life…I would have more, what that entailed…I didn’t and still do not know.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord frowned taking a few moments to process this drinking his tea as the door was opened by laMD Builderman. He barely batted an eye.

(@its-a-mad-dash has been replaying to the thread bits lol)

"this... spawn figure... what does it mean to you truly?"

“I cannot remember what it means, but I tend to hear its voice in my head—or what I assumed is its voice—along with my lover, azure. But I understand that violence isn’t the way to offer those to the spawn, peace is."

[* They cracked a soft smile.]

Builderman watched the Two Time carefully, kinda weird seeing them with only two arms rather than the four arms.

Builderman] "heyyyyy- Hacklord you alive?"

He sets the jump pad down and arms it.

[*Cue Two time squeaking in fear from the sudden sound—]

"Two Time! I have the sacrifice!"

[ He looks way too happy for this, but he's got it, just like he promised. It's in a bag, stained with blood with the word 'TRASH' on it, just to avoid suspicions from other people. He does not view it as trash, but as a way to get the captain back! ]

"What. What do I do now???"

[ He's trying to be enthusiastic. ]

-> @forsaken-player

[*Two time was polishing their dagger before heating their name being called and ran over to the player.]

"Ah, good tidings! I see you brought the body, good work! The spawn shall bless you for these efforts you have given to them.”

[*they smiled before examining the body bag, it seems everything was ready.]

“Hmm good, good…I am proud of you, not many have the guts to end another’s life, but you do…the spawn would adore to have you—ah, I’m getting ahead of myself—You can just come with me and take the body with you.”

forsaken-player

[ He seems happy since... blessings mean gifts, right? That's his definition, for now at least. ]

"Yes! Okay!"

[ Player nods, dragging the bag along with him. The bag in one hand, and the pirate hat in the other, he skips along, doing his best to not to ruin the body. Oh, oh! He is so excited! He can't wait to see the captain again! ]

[* Soon they were in the woods; there was a circle of night shades around them, the spawn symbol was faintly carved on the ground and a few rocks near by…there was even a few purple candles near by.]

“Here we are…now take the body out, dear player.”

#Thespawntalks #[* HEHEHEHE CULT TIMESSSS!!!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

[*step…step…step..]

[*The sound of boots hitting the grass were heard, but there were slow, almost quiet…a figure coated in a dark cloak was sneaking around the dark area. Who were they? Well judging by the spawn symbol on the back…it was clear who they were, the dagger they had the same symbol as the back of their cloak did. But now what were they doing…and who is getting hurt now?…]

- @2nd-t1mez (HEHEHE ROUND DOS MFERRRR!!!!))

Hacklord was within his sun room, sitting on a soft couch as he fixed up some tea using his panel. Sitting there looking out the window. It was the calmest he's been in the last few days...

Sitting there... with some warm biscuits, cookies, and some good tea was a nice treat for the nightmare-fueled days he's been having.

Hacklord sighed. Closing his eyes as his great sword rested nearby.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MEANWHILE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Prince of hatred was humming, writing down in his personal journal, no sword in sight. He was outside in the garden by the pond.

Such a lovely area to sit and collect your thoughts...

1x1x1x1 certainly believed so... So calming... So silent... Not even the minions roamed this area much. So it was a place where the Prince could just be himself truly. Without worrying about his duties and the future he should hold.

The path that had been laid out for him...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

What path shall you choose?

No doubt their are choices you can make here...

@2nd-t1mez

Oh and please to be mindful...

A few guest remain around...

A certain Builder sure is...~ ( @its-a-mad-dash )

[* Two time, taking a shakey breath…entered, with such stealth, the area in which the infamous hacklord resigned.]

[*good choice my love! Finally solving your issues with a foe!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord as sipping his tea now. Eyes slightly lidded as his long curly brown hair was not in its normal hairstyle.

He sighed.

". . .maybe. . . . I should enjoy myself more often. . . ."

He mumbled, glancing at a painting of Brighteyes... It wasn't just Brighteyes in that photo, though. There was MrDoomBringer, Builderman, Clockwork, Dusekkar, and yeah... a lot of the other admins.

Back before...

It doesn't matter anymore.

Hacklord sipped his tea once more. Fuck his head ached... like someone was screaming at him to move.

'TELA I SWEAR TO FUCKIN' HEIGHTS IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR FATASS-'

“Ehem…pardon me.”

[*they spoke calmly, from the entryway of the door, they stood there waiting—while they wanted to attack…and the voices said too—they needed azure to at least not be anymore upset then he already was.]

“I know you do not wish to see me again. After what I had previously done to you I cannot say the same; I simply wish to atone for my actions and peaceful converse with thou—“

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord spat out a gulp of tea he was sipping. Choking from it and the sudden shock. He wheezed slightly reaching for his sword unsure.

"I should trust you why?"

Internally he was screaming, YOU SENT ME TO DEAL WITH MY TRUAMA- WHAT THE FUCK- THEIRS A REASON I DON'T GO TO THERAPY!

Internally, Hacklord hoped that, even if he hates the man and won't admit missing his Builderman, the David visiting was... close around. He knew he was a bit weaker and unprepared for a duel at the moment.

“I was…going through a haze, whatever was going on inside my mind made me feel as if taking your life was the only thing bringing …him…back to me.”

[*They sighed, trying not to come undone as they placed their dagger on the ground, they then put both hands up walked near the hacklord.]

“I have seen and understood that you were never the one I was looking for to harm, nor should I ever harmed you in the first place—the voices tend to pick and choose for me…but I have no other blades in my back, just words and peace is all I bring.”

[* Yes. Thank you for being honest love.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other, taking a deep breath as he put his blade down. Staring at the other.

"Please... take a seat then..."

"Let's talk."

He mutters.

-

The minion was destroying what Builderman asked of it before leading the way to where the boss was.

-

"..."

What was their to talk about fuck man...

'you could try asking why...'

[They sat down in the chair that was available, crossing their legs and just sat there like a gargoyles.

Silence was all that was heard in the room…till their voice spoke up.]

“…I-I suppose you have a lot on your mind that you want to ask of me...”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other grumbling.

". . . ."

"Why?"

That's all he grumbled out.

"Why did you attack me when I was speaking to my wife."

-

builderman and the minion are rapidly approaching the area- @its-a-mad-dash

“J-Jealousy and hatred. Nothing more, nothing less.”

[* They frowned looking away , it felt awful to speak the truth.]

“The spawn told me if I DID take your life…I would have more, what that entailed…I didn’t and still do not know.”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord frowned taking a few moments to process this drinking his tea as the door was opened by laMD Builderman. He barely batted an eye.

(@its-a-mad-dash has been replaying to the thread bits lol)

"this... spawn figure... what does it mean to you truly?"

“I cannot remember what it means, but I tend to hear its voice in my head—or what I assumed is its voice—along with my lover, azure. But I understand that violence isn’t the way to offer those to the spawn, peace is."

[* They cracked a soft smile.]

#Thespawntalks #[* LORE LORE—]

Take this with what you will-

(I’ve had this drawn up for a while)

I feel like it has to do with Azure hiding his negative emotions a lot, and finally, the one thing he was looking forward to, his Mozzarella fries were out of stock, and so he tweaked out. Goofy silly

#thai happened:)

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

[*step…step…step..]

[*The sound of boots hitting the grass were heard, but there were slow, almost quiet…a figure coated in a dark cloak was sneaking around the dark area. Who were they? Well judging by the spawn symbol on the back…it was clear who they were, the dagger they had the same symbol as the back of their cloak did. But now what were they doing…and who is getting hurt now?…]

- @2nd-t1mez (HEHEHE ROUND DOS MFERRRR!!!!))

Hacklord was within his sun room, sitting on a soft couch as he fixed up some tea using his panel. Sitting there looking out the window. It was the calmest he's been in the last few days...

Sitting there... with some warm biscuits, cookies, and some good tea was a nice treat for the nightmare-fueled days he's been having.

Hacklord sighed. Closing his eyes as his great sword rested nearby.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MEANWHILE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Prince of hatred was humming, writing down in his personal journal, no sword in sight. He was outside in the garden by the pond.

Such a lovely area to sit and collect your thoughts...

1x1x1x1 certainly believed so... So calming... So silent... Not even the minions roamed this area much. So it was a place where the Prince could just be himself truly. Without worrying about his duties and the future he should hold.

The path that had been laid out for him...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

What path shall you choose?

No doubt their are choices you can make here...

@2nd-t1mez

Oh and please to be mindful...

A few guest remain around...

A certain Builder sure is...~ ( @its-a-mad-dash )

[* Two time, taking a shakey breath…entered, with such stealth, the area in which the infamous hacklord resigned.]

[*good choice my love! Finally solving your issues with a foe!]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord as sipping his tea now. Eyes slightly lidded as his long curly brown hair was not in its normal hairstyle.

He sighed.

". . .maybe. . . . I should enjoy myself more often. . . ."

He mumbled, glancing at a painting of Brighteyes... It wasn't just Brighteyes in that photo, though. There was MrDoomBringer, Builderman, Clockwork, Dusekkar, and yeah... a lot of the other admins.

Back before...

It doesn't matter anymore.

Hacklord sipped his tea once more. Fuck his head ached... like someone was screaming at him to move.

'TELA I SWEAR TO FUCKIN' HEIGHTS IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR FATASS-'

“Ehem…pardon me.”

[*they spoke calmly, from the entryway of the door, they stood there waiting—while they wanted to attack…and the voices said too—they needed azure to at least not be anymore upset then he already was.]

“I know you do not wish to see me again. After what I had previously done to you I cannot say the same; I simply wish to atone for my actions and peaceful converse with thou—“

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord spat out a gulp of tea he was sipping. Choking from it and the sudden shock. He wheezed slightly reaching for his sword unsure.

"I should trust you why?"

Internally he was screaming, YOU SENT ME TO DEAL WITH MY TRUAMA- WHAT THE FUCK- THEIRS A REASON I DON'T GO TO THERAPY!

Internally, Hacklord hoped that, even if he hates the man and won't admit missing his Builderman, the David visiting was... close around. He knew he was a bit weaker and unprepared for a duel at the moment.

“I was…going through a haze, whatever was going on inside my mind made me feel as if taking your life was the only thing bringing …him…back to me.”

[*They sighed, trying not to come undone as they placed their dagger on the ground, they then put both hands up walked near the hacklord.]

“I have seen and understood that you were never the one I was looking for to harm, nor should I ever harmed you in the first place—the voices tend to pick and choose for me…but I have no other blades in my back, just words and peace is all I bring.”

[* Yes. Thank you for being honest love.]

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other, taking a deep breath as he put his blade down. Staring at the other.

"Please... take a seat then..."

"Let's talk."

He mutters.

-

The minion was destroying what Builderman asked of it before leading the way to where the boss was.

-

"..."

What was their to talk about fuck man...

'you could try asking why...'

[They sat down in the chair that was available, crossing their legs and just sat there like a gargoyles.

Silence was all that was heard in the room…till their voice spoke up.]

“…I-I suppose you have a lot on your mind that you want to ask of me...”

the-great-hacklord-shedletsky

Hacklord stared at the other grumbling.

". . . ."

"Why?"

That's all he grumbled out.

"Why did you attack me when I was speaking to my wife."

-

builderman and the minion are rapidly approaching the area- @its-a-mad-dash

“J-Jealousy and hatred. Nothing more, nothing less.”

[* They frowned looking away , it felt awful to speak the truth.]

“The spawn told me if I DID take your life…I would have more, what that entailed…I didn’t and still do not know.”

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