[ this blog is not screenreader friendly for the most part ]
It is I- the almighty 1x1x1x1 in monochromatic coloring! I am leagues above that green glowstick excuse for someone who holds that same name.
You may use they/them, he/him or it/its on me when interacting. The first is highly preferred.
I have my lines which I would not dare cross if I were you.
You are free to be a flirt, but you should know your limits on how far to go. No promises that I'll respond the way you want me to.
I have my ways of getting rid of you if you do not heed these warnings.
"Magic anons"? Sure. Just don't try to slaughter me- it won't work and never will. I am eternal, and it makes sure of that!
Here are some tags. Or whatever...
MASS INFECTION. - IC Posts
ENTANGLEMENT. - Asks
UNSTABLE EYE. - OOC Posts
REJUVENATE THE ROTTEN. - RP / Blog interactions
Are you this curious that you want statistics?
Anons: 3anon
Offerings: Live boa snake, Shedletsky stress toy, a roll of gauze
Roleplays: 1 2 3 4 5
Lives taken: 1 2
"who is this loser" well you'll be shocked to find out that my name is amy and i own this blog!! i use any pronouns, but she/her is okay if youre unsure on what to use!
im autistic and have no tumblr rp experience - so i may be VERY awkward and shy. expect late responses during the early stages of this blog as i slowly get more comfortable!!!
i often queue posts instead of posting them immediately- it's a habit i have!! so if you ask something, definitely don't expect to get it immediately
my main account is @amysxnflower, go follow it i make cool art (no i dont dont listen to me). want oc rp blog food? go look at @tideripperr!! there's also @dustydrone and @heightsrings if you want forsaken ocs
this 1x1x1x1 blog WILL have its own headcanons, such as the pronouns, gender (sorryy but theyre enby in my eyes.....), personality and relationships. in other words; their entire character has been changed because i got too silly
alongside the paragraph above, the way that mono1x will write on this blog is how i imagine they'd type on a device or smth
i ship gasharpoon with this guy (monocaptain my beloved ❤️❤️❤️❤️). i know barely anything about limbus company canto v btw i just love the skin. also i dont accept any other ships as im not a multishipper. sorry chat 💔 the crowd boos as i walk off the stage and get tomatoes thrown at
they dont hate shedletsky as much as normal 1x1x1x1. they're more monotone towards him, if anything (get it?). any mentions of him would only earn you a mere scoff. they think the original 1x1x1x1 is stupid for hating him THAT much
monochrome 1x1x1x1 is more chill and a little less animalistic in general. but they still love watching their victims suffer, and put in more effort than necessary to make said victims feel immense pain. they commonly have visions and delusions of them brutally killing or torturing survivors- which is mostly the spectre's doing.
i absolutely fully encourage blog interactions!!!!! imstarving give me my food.......
more than likely won't draw for asks. this guy's design is WAY too complicated. anyways have an image of them (now with color!)
if you were here before this blog was archived, you probably know that he was supposed to have raptor feet. i gave up on that concept because i couldnt draw it
divider credit : wovened
have a fun fact! at the time of making this blog, due to how underrated the skin was, all of the images i could find of this guy looked like they were screenshotted from an electric hand mixer + there were barely any. and so i had to take the image used for the pfp of this blog myself! (i even took one minute of my life to edit it and make it look slightly cooler...)
They were sat against a tree, slowly undoing the bandages on their shoulder, feeling much more relieved after taking them off. The wound was still there, and surprisingly, it had not healed a bit. Was that normal, or was that just killer anatomy?
They glanced around themselves and looked down at the long strip of gauze they had just taken off. It was stained with bits of that blood that was seeping out of the wound earlier- and still was. But as the strip went on, the blood slowly disappeared.
They got to work, doing what they remembered the survivor telling them to do- flipping the dirty bandages over onto their unused side and beginning to wrap the wound again. Not too tightly, not too loosely- just that perfect balance inbetween.
They tucked the end of the bandages under the other wraps just as they were told earlier, making sure it was secure before getting up again. They really doubted that the bandages were necessary, but they also didn't want to waste an offering.
Giving the boa snake that they were given much earlier a pat on its head with their finger, they set off again to hopefully find another survivor to hunt down.
> [ Bandages now much , more securely applied , he doesn't waste time healing at the cabins. Despite that being the wise choice. ]
> [ No , instead he's already back out, this time on a supply run. Spare materials don't come from nowhere. ]
> [ That's when he thinks he sees it - it's hard to tell with the monochrome ? He stops in his tracks regardless- Stars above what was that bandaging attempt?? that- that looks uncomfortable. ]
@wires-for-veins ME JUMPSCARE AAA))
They were sitting on a rock near the poison river of Yorick's Resting Place, their gaze fixed on the way the toxic water flowed. It was almost.. peaceful. But even in that supposedly calm moment, they could be seen clutching the bandages, claws practically threatening to tear into the material and rip it off. They seemed to be very tense; the discomfort of tightly-wrapped gauze was really getting to them, and they wondered why they even had to use that roll.
It was an offering made specifically to them- so why did they waste something that was meant to be so precious?
1x1x1x1 hadn't yet noticed the survivor. Well- they couldn't really. They don't have eyes at the back of their head, now, do they?
> [ There is . not a single good way to go about this he thinks. Obviously he couldn't just approach them- first of all that's rude. Second , that's probably an incredibly easy way to get stabbed. ]
> [ He doesn't want to , do anything that could spook them, they could tear through the bandages or worse. He tries to go about this in the most peaceful way he can think of. ]
> [ Clearing his throat purposefully, he steps a little more into view- hands up and empty. surrender. ]
Hey-hi sorry i'm- . your , bandages ?
> [ Wow! failed at stringing together a single sentence! impressive! ]
Almost as if it was muscle memory, they quickly stood up from the rock and unsheathed one sword. The other remained in its sheath. They seemed tense at first, but the moment they saw the survivor, they seemed to ever so slightly.. relax?
“ WH4T D0 Y06 W4NT. ”
[ What do you want. ]
A demand. An annoyed question. Seems like what he had already said wasn't clear enough. What about their bandages? Did they use them wrong? A sudden sense of disappointment washed over them. That was an offering that they had just wasted.
> [ Oh ! Woah ! He expected to immediately be at blade point. Granted, they're still very armed, but it's already miles better than he thought he was going to get. ]
Do- they , look uncomfortable do- do you , want help ?
> [ There's no way they agree- but he can't keep his eye off of it, it looks , really uncomfortable. Not to mention the guilt that comes with it- he really hadn't meant to land anything, and especially not that harshly. ]
It was a simple response. Short and sweet, one would call it. They began to approach the survivor, tail lashing in annoyance as they gripped the hilt of their sword tighter. Aggression.
[ Now get out of my sight before I finish you off just like I had intended earlier. ]
So much for trying to act nice. But they didn't sound as aggressive as they did earlier; they probably would've lunged at Apollo without another word at this point.
> [ Yeah okay he's not sure how he was expecting this to go. He caused this though , wouldn't they want him to fix it ? He takes a few steps back , trying to maintain the distance, for both their sake at this point. ]
, ,,Could , I at least , show you how to wrap it properly , ? I won't , I won't touch you and-
> [ Deep breath . Maintain distance . He can't help as well with shaking hands. ]
, I won't , run ? afterwards ,?
> [ This is dumb . trading your life to help someone who doesn't want it . but this is his fault . ]
1x1x1x1 stopped walking towards the survivor, their sword lowering slightly as they tilted their head curiously. They then looked down and began to tap their chin with a clawed finger. Thinking, while still keeping an eye on him incase he tried to flee...
Would this really be worth it? Help they do not need, in return for a survivor's life?
Yes. Yes it will.
“ F1N3. B6T M4K3 1T Q61CK. ”
[ Fine. But make it quick. ]
They hissed, sheathing their sword and standing up straighter, staring down at the survivor. They awaited for him to show them how to wrap the gauze properly whilst tapping their hoof against the ground.
> [ OH ! he , wasn't sure that would work !! He nods quickly, figuring out the best way to go about this. ]
> [ Unwrapping one of the worse gashes on his arm, he figures , a visual example would probably be good ? He intends to just wrap them back up with the dirty bandages. No point in wasting supplies. ]
Okay! okay , uh . usually , it helps to have a pad of gauze , over the wound ? but we , don't get those that often , so just , the roll works most of the time .
You , you don't want to wrap them too tight . You want some pressure, but not , like uncomfortably so ?
> [ He starts to rewrap his arm, taking it very slow to ensure the other is able to follow . ]
They watch carefully as the survivor gave a demonstration on how to wrap a wound, beginning to unconsciously lightly scratch at their own bandages in the process. The glow in their eyes seemed to soften as they focused on what he was doing.
Wow, no wonder those things were so uncomfortable.
They seemed to have in mind that the survivor was using his old bandages. And so, they insisted that they'd still use their old ones aswell. What a sheep.
“ 4R3 Y06 D0N3? ”
[ Are you done? ]
They seemed to be growing impatient, just wanting to shed the survivor's blood already. Unless he runs away before they can do so. Then that'll be a different- and more fun -story.
They'll fix their bandages once he's gone. That's all they're telling themselves right now.
Almost instantly after saying so, they gripped their sword tighter and prepared to swing at the survivor. And they.. froze in the process? They could be seen glancing between the blade and the survivor who had just taught them how to patch up a wound.
You could almost tell their eyes had harnessed a much softer glow than the usually harsh light that was always there.
But their urges were still irresistible, and even with all that doubt that began to cloud their mind, they were taking much too long to swing at him. And with a sudden and seemingly forced move they finally brought the sword down on the survivor before them, attempting to land a deep swing.
> [ The hesitation doesn't go unnoticed. But , he doesn't have enough time to make sense of it before the blade connects with his side. ]
> [ The force sends him to the ground , the injury is deep. Deep enough to reveal bits of greenery embedded into the interior tissue. It's . Not really a survivable wound , what with the damage done to his vital organs. Not much to stop steel through flesh. ]
> [ He promised. He promised. He deserves this, probably. At least it's him , and not someone else. ]
> [ .... those reassurances do little now, clutching his side instinctively, bleeding out . He wishes his body would stop fighting so hard to stay alive when he knows he won't be. ]
They're silent. Not really moving with much aggression either, simply walking towards the survivor and planting one hoof on his chest to keep him down. 1x1x1x1 just stared down at him. They glanced towards their sword, then back at the survivor.
Hesitation. Guilt. Regret.
No.
Those are dumb feelings.
You're not supposed to be feeling those for something that's so useless.
They raised their blade, the sharp end of it pointing down at his abdomen. More hesitation. No. They can't be feeling that.
“ S0RRY. ”
[ Sorry. ]
Unexpected words. Ones that seemed forced, in a way that if 1x1x1x1 didn't force them out, they wouldn't have gotten out. They wouldn't have done their next move if they could at least resist it.
1x1x1x1 brought the sword down onto the survivor's abdomen, watching as it sliced through the flesh with ease. But they couldn't just do that. That'd be too slow of a slow death. They needed to make it quicker. With all their force, they abruptly twisted the blade.
...
Why did they say that? What were they apologising for?
1x1x1x1 stared down at the now dead survivor, a soft glow in their eyes. They managed to successfully spare him from a slow death, by instead delivering a quick one. They weren't sure how to feel. Guilty for all of this? Guilty for not drawing out his pain for longer? Guilty for not listening to it?
They pulled the blade out of the corpse and sheathed it without much of a thought. They took a step back, staring down at their work. What they had done. They turned and began to walk away. But even then, they couldn't stop glancing back at him.
Wait.
1x1x1x1 stopped in their tracks, looking back at the survivor. They had completely forgotten what had started this strange encounter, completely forgotten the entire context. But upon feeling an uncomfortable tightness just below their left shoulder, they remembered what had lead to this very moment.
> [ Bandages now much , more securely applied , he doesn't waste time healing at the cabins. Despite that being the wise choice. ]
> [ No , instead he's already back out, this time on a supply run. Spare materials don't come from nowhere. ]
> [ That's when he thinks he sees it - it's hard to tell with the monochrome ? He stops in his tracks regardless- Stars above what was that bandaging attempt?? that- that looks uncomfortable. ]
@wires-for-veins ME JUMPSCARE AAA))
They were sitting on a rock near the poison river of Yorick's Resting Place, their gaze fixed on the way the toxic water flowed. It was almost.. peaceful. But even in that supposedly calm moment, they could be seen clutching the bandages, claws practically threatening to tear into the material and rip it off. They seemed to be very tense; the discomfort of tightly-wrapped gauze was really getting to them, and they wondered why they even had to use that roll.
It was an offering made specifically to them- so why did they waste something that was meant to be so precious?
1x1x1x1 hadn't yet noticed the survivor. Well- they couldn't really. They don't have eyes at the back of their head, now, do they?
> [ There is . not a single good way to go about this he thinks. Obviously he couldn't just approach them- first of all that's rude. Second , that's probably an incredibly easy way to get stabbed. ]
> [ He doesn't want to , do anything that could spook them, they could tear through the bandages or worse. He tries to go about this in the most peaceful way he can think of. ]
> [ Clearing his throat purposefully, he steps a little more into view- hands up and empty. surrender. ]
Hey-hi sorry i'm- . your , bandages ?
> [ Wow! failed at stringing together a single sentence! impressive! ]
Almost as if it was muscle memory, they quickly stood up from the rock and unsheathed one sword. The other remained in its sheath. They seemed tense at first, but the moment they saw the survivor, they seemed to ever so slightly.. relax?
“ WH4T D0 Y06 W4NT. ”
[ What do you want. ]
A demand. An annoyed question. Seems like what he had already said wasn't clear enough. What about their bandages? Did they use them wrong? A sudden sense of disappointment washed over them. That was an offering that they had just wasted.
> [ Oh ! Woah ! He expected to immediately be at blade point. Granted, they're still very armed, but it's already miles better than he thought he was going to get. ]
Do- they , look uncomfortable do- do you , want help ?
> [ There's no way they agree- but he can't keep his eye off of it, it looks , really uncomfortable. Not to mention the guilt that comes with it- he really hadn't meant to land anything, and especially not that harshly. ]
It was a simple response. Short and sweet, one would call it. They began to approach the survivor, tail lashing in annoyance as they gripped the hilt of their sword tighter. Aggression.
[ Now get out of my sight before I finish you off just like I had intended earlier. ]
So much for trying to act nice. But they didn't sound as aggressive as they did earlier; they probably would've lunged at Apollo without another word at this point.
> [ Yeah okay he's not sure how he was expecting this to go. He caused this though , wouldn't they want him to fix it ? He takes a few steps back , trying to maintain the distance, for both their sake at this point. ]
, ,,Could , I at least , show you how to wrap it properly , ? I won't , I won't touch you and-
> [ Deep breath . Maintain distance . He can't help as well with shaking hands. ]
, I won't , run ? afterwards ,?
> [ This is dumb . trading your life to help someone who doesn't want it . but this is his fault . ]
1x1x1x1 stopped walking towards the survivor, their sword lowering slightly as they tilted their head curiously. They then looked down and began to tap their chin with a clawed finger. Thinking, while still keeping an eye on him incase he tried to flee...
Would this really be worth it? Help they do not need, in return for a survivor's life?
Yes. Yes it will.
“ F1N3. B6T M4K3 1T Q61CK. ”
[ Fine. But make it quick. ]
They hissed, sheathing their sword and standing up straighter, staring down at the survivor. They awaited for him to show them how to wrap the gauze properly whilst tapping their hoof against the ground.
> [ OH ! he , wasn't sure that would work !! He nods quickly, figuring out the best way to go about this. ]
> [ Unwrapping one of the worse gashes on his arm, he figures , a visual example would probably be good ? He intends to just wrap them back up with the dirty bandages. No point in wasting supplies. ]
Okay! okay , uh . usually , it helps to have a pad of gauze , over the wound ? but we , don't get those that often , so just , the roll works most of the time .
You , you don't want to wrap them too tight . You want some pressure, but not , like uncomfortably so ?
> [ He starts to rewrap his arm, taking it very slow to ensure the other is able to follow . ]
They watch carefully as the survivor gave a demonstration on how to wrap a wound, beginning to unconsciously lightly scratch at their own bandages in the process. The glow in their eyes seemed to soften as they focused on what he was doing.
Wow, no wonder those things were so uncomfortable.
They seemed to have in mind that the survivor was using his old bandages. And so, they insisted that they'd still use their old ones aswell. What a sheep.
“ 4R3 Y06 D0N3? ”
[ Are you done? ]
They seemed to be growing impatient, just wanting to shed the survivor's blood already. Unless he runs away before they can do so. Then that'll be a different- and more fun -story.
They'll fix their bandages once he's gone. That's all they're telling themselves right now.
Almost instantly after saying so, they gripped their sword tighter and prepared to swing at the survivor. And they.. froze in the process? They could be seen glancing between the blade and the survivor who had just taught them how to patch up a wound.
You could almost tell their eyes had harnessed a much softer glow than the usually harsh light that was always there.
But their urges were still irresistible, and even with all that doubt that began to cloud their mind, they were taking much too long to swing at him. And with a sudden and seemingly forced move they finally brought the sword down on the survivor before them, attempting to land a deep swing.
> [ The hesitation doesn't go unnoticed. But , he doesn't have enough time to make sense of it before the blade connects with his side. ]
> [ The force sends him to the ground , the injury is deep. Deep enough to reveal bits of greenery embedded into the interior tissue. It's . Not really a survivable wound , what with the damage done to his vital organs. Not much to stop steel through flesh. ]
> [ He promised. He promised. He deserves this, probably. At least it's him , and not someone else. ]
> [ .... those reassurances do little now, clutching his side instinctively, bleeding out . He wishes his body would stop fighting so hard to stay alive when he knows he won't be. ]
They're silent. Not really moving with much aggression either, simply walking towards the survivor and planting one hoof on his chest to keep him down. 1x1x1x1 just stared down at him. They glanced towards their sword, then back at the survivor.
Hesitation. Guilt. Regret.
No.
Those are dumb feelings.
You're not supposed to be feeling those for something that's so useless.
They raised their blade, the sharp end of it pointing down at his abdomen. More hesitation. No. They can't be feeling that.
“ S0RRY. ”
[ Sorry. ]
Unexpected words. Ones that seemed forced, in a way that if 1x1x1x1 didn't force them out, they wouldn't have gotten out. They wouldn't have done their next move if they could at least resist it.
1x1x1x1 brought the sword down onto the survivor's abdomen, watching as it sliced through the flesh with ease. But they couldn't just do that. That'd be too slow of a slow death. They needed to make it quicker. With all their force, they abruptly twisted the blade.
...
Why did they say that? What were they apologising for?
> [ Bandages now much , more securely applied , he doesn't waste time healing at the cabins. Despite that being the wise choice. ]
> [ No , instead he's already back out, this time on a supply run. Spare materials don't come from nowhere. ]
> [ That's when he thinks he sees it - it's hard to tell with the monochrome ? He stops in his tracks regardless- Stars above what was that bandaging attempt?? that- that looks uncomfortable. ]
@wires-for-veins ME JUMPSCARE AAA))
They were sitting on a rock near the poison river of Yorick's Resting Place, their gaze fixed on the way the toxic water flowed. It was almost.. peaceful. But even in that supposedly calm moment, they could be seen clutching the bandages, claws practically threatening to tear into the material and rip it off. They seemed to be very tense; the discomfort of tightly-wrapped gauze was really getting to them, and they wondered why they even had to use that roll.
It was an offering made specifically to them- so why did they waste something that was meant to be so precious?
1x1x1x1 hadn't yet noticed the survivor. Well- they couldn't really. They don't have eyes at the back of their head, now, do they?
> [ There is . not a single good way to go about this he thinks. Obviously he couldn't just approach them- first of all that's rude. Second , that's probably an incredibly easy way to get stabbed. ]
> [ He doesn't want to , do anything that could spook them, they could tear through the bandages or worse. He tries to go about this in the most peaceful way he can think of. ]
> [ Clearing his throat purposefully, he steps a little more into view- hands up and empty. surrender. ]
Hey-hi sorry i'm- . your , bandages ?
> [ Wow! failed at stringing together a single sentence! impressive! ]
Almost as if it was muscle memory, they quickly stood up from the rock and unsheathed one sword. The other remained in its sheath. They seemed tense at first, but the moment they saw the survivor, they seemed to ever so slightly.. relax?
“ WH4T D0 Y06 W4NT. ”
[ What do you want. ]
A demand. An annoyed question. Seems like what he had already said wasn't clear enough. What about their bandages? Did they use them wrong? A sudden sense of disappointment washed over them. That was an offering that they had just wasted.
> [ Oh ! Woah ! He expected to immediately be at blade point. Granted, they're still very armed, but it's already miles better than he thought he was going to get. ]
Do- they , look uncomfortable do- do you , want help ?
> [ There's no way they agree- but he can't keep his eye off of it, it looks , really uncomfortable. Not to mention the guilt that comes with it- he really hadn't meant to land anything, and especially not that harshly. ]
It was a simple response. Short and sweet, one would call it. They began to approach the survivor, tail lashing in annoyance as they gripped the hilt of their sword tighter. Aggression.
[ Now get out of my sight before I finish you off just like I had intended earlier. ]
So much for trying to act nice. But they didn't sound as aggressive as they did earlier; they probably would've lunged at Apollo without another word at this point.
> [ Yeah okay he's not sure how he was expecting this to go. He caused this though , wouldn't they want him to fix it ? He takes a few steps back , trying to maintain the distance, for both their sake at this point. ]
, ,,Could , I at least , show you how to wrap it properly , ? I won't , I won't touch you and-
> [ Deep breath . Maintain distance . He can't help as well with shaking hands. ]
, I won't , run ? afterwards ,?
> [ This is dumb . trading your life to help someone who doesn't want it . but this is his fault . ]
1x1x1x1 stopped walking towards the survivor, their sword lowering slightly as they tilted their head curiously. They then looked down and began to tap their chin with a clawed finger. Thinking, while still keeping an eye on him incase he tried to flee...
Would this really be worth it? Help they do not need, in return for a survivor's life?
Yes. Yes it will.
“ F1N3. B6T M4K3 1T Q61CK. ”
[ Fine. But make it quick. ]
They hissed, sheathing their sword and standing up straighter, staring down at the survivor. They awaited for him to show them how to wrap the gauze properly whilst tapping their hoof against the ground.
> [ OH ! he , wasn't sure that would work !! He nods quickly, figuring out the best way to go about this. ]
> [ Unwrapping one of the worse gashes on his arm, he figures , a visual example would probably be good ? He intends to just wrap them back up with the dirty bandages. No point in wasting supplies. ]
Okay! okay , uh . usually , it helps to have a pad of gauze , over the wound ? but we , don't get those that often , so just , the roll works most of the time .
You , you don't want to wrap them too tight . You want some pressure, but not , like uncomfortably so ?
> [ He starts to rewrap his arm, taking it very slow to ensure the other is able to follow . ]
They watch carefully as the survivor gave a demonstration on how to wrap a wound, beginning to unconsciously lightly scratch at their own bandages in the process. The glow in their eyes seemed to soften as they focused on what he was doing.
Wow, no wonder those things were so uncomfortable.
They seemed to have in mind that the survivor was using his old bandages. And so, they insisted that they'd still use their old ones aswell. What a sheep.
“ 4R3 Y06 D0N3? ”
[ Are you done? ]
They seemed to be growing impatient, just wanting to shed the survivor's blood already. Unless he runs away before they can do so. Then that'll be a different- and more fun -story.
They'll fix their bandages once he's gone. That's all they're telling themselves right now.
Almost instantly after saying so, they gripped their sword tighter and prepared to swing at the survivor. And they.. froze in the process? They could be seen glancing between the blade and the survivor who had just taught them how to patch up a wound.
You could almost tell their eyes had harnessed a much softer glow than the usually harsh light that was always there.
But their urges were still irresistible, and even with all that doubt that began to cloud their mind, they were taking much too long to swing at him. And with a sudden and seemingly forced move they finally brought the sword down on the survivor before them, attempting to land a deep swing.
artfight page for this guy just dropped!!!!i know its very last second but. oooo shiny underlined text that brings you to their artfight when you press on it //
ill get back to posting when i get motivation again. not sure when thatll be, but i really hope itll be soon. i miss you guys! alot! and i mean that //
apologies for the lack of posts, motivation has been extremely dead lately qnd ive gotten back into developing mygame,,,, ,, ive also been hanging out with friends in general so ivr bern pretty busy//
> [ Bandages now much , more securely applied , he doesn't waste time healing at the cabins. Despite that being the wise choice. ]
> [ No , instead he's already back out, this time on a supply run. Spare materials don't come from nowhere. ]
> [ That's when he thinks he sees it - it's hard to tell with the monochrome ? He stops in his tracks regardless- Stars above what was that bandaging attempt?? that- that looks uncomfortable. ]
@wires-for-veins ME JUMPSCARE AAA))
They were sitting on a rock near the poison river of Yorick's Resting Place, their gaze fixed on the way the toxic water flowed. It was almost.. peaceful. But even in that supposedly calm moment, they could be seen clutching the bandages, claws practically threatening to tear into the material and rip it off. They seemed to be very tense; the discomfort of tightly-wrapped gauze was really getting to them, and they wondered why they even had to use that roll.
It was an offering made specifically to them- so why did they waste something that was meant to be so precious?
1x1x1x1 hadn't yet noticed the survivor. Well- they couldn't really. They don't have eyes at the back of their head, now, do they?
> [ There is . not a single good way to go about this he thinks. Obviously he couldn't just approach them- first of all that's rude. Second , that's probably an incredibly easy way to get stabbed. ]
> [ He doesn't want to , do anything that could spook them, they could tear through the bandages or worse. He tries to go about this in the most peaceful way he can think of. ]
> [ Clearing his throat purposefully, he steps a little more into view- hands up and empty. surrender. ]
Hey-hi sorry i'm- . your , bandages ?
> [ Wow! failed at stringing together a single sentence! impressive! ]
Almost as if it was muscle memory, they quickly stood up from the rock and unsheathed one sword. The other remained in its sheath. They seemed tense at first, but the moment they saw the survivor, they seemed to ever so slightly.. relax?
“ WH4T D0 Y06 W4NT. ”
[ What do you want. ]
A demand. An annoyed question. Seems like what he had already said wasn't clear enough. What about their bandages? Did they use them wrong? A sudden sense of disappointment washed over them. That was an offering that they had just wasted.
> [ Oh ! Woah ! He expected to immediately be at blade point. Granted, they're still very armed, but it's already miles better than he thought he was going to get. ]
Do- they , look uncomfortable do- do you , want help ?
> [ There's no way they agree- but he can't keep his eye off of it, it looks , really uncomfortable. Not to mention the guilt that comes with it- he really hadn't meant to land anything, and especially not that harshly. ]
It was a simple response. Short and sweet, one would call it. They began to approach the survivor, tail lashing in annoyance as they gripped the hilt of their sword tighter. Aggression.
[ Now get out of my sight before I finish you off just like I had intended earlier. ]
So much for trying to act nice. But they didn't sound as aggressive as they did earlier; they probably would've lunged at Apollo without another word at this point.
> [ Yeah okay he's not sure how he was expecting this to go. He caused this though , wouldn't they want him to fix it ? He takes a few steps back , trying to maintain the distance, for both their sake at this point. ]
, ,,Could , I at least , show you how to wrap it properly , ? I won't , I won't touch you and-
> [ Deep breath . Maintain distance . He can't help as well with shaking hands. ]
, I won't , run ? afterwards ,?
> [ This is dumb . trading your life to help someone who doesn't want it . but this is his fault . ]
1x1x1x1 stopped walking towards the survivor, their sword lowering slightly as they tilted their head curiously. They then looked down and began to tap their chin with a clawed finger. Thinking, while still keeping an eye on him incase he tried to flee...
Would this really be worth it? Help they do not need, in return for a survivor's life?
Yes. Yes it will.
“ F1N3. B6T M4K3 1T Q61CK. ”
[ Fine. But make it quick. ]
They hissed, sheathing their sword and standing up straighter, staring down at the survivor. They awaited for him to show them how to wrap the gauze properly whilst tapping their hoof against the ground.
> [ OH ! he , wasn't sure that would work !! He nods quickly, figuring out the best way to go about this. ]
> [ Unwrapping one of the worse gashes on his arm, he figures , a visual example would probably be good ? He intends to just wrap them back up with the dirty bandages. No point in wasting supplies. ]
Okay! okay , uh . usually , it helps to have a pad of gauze , over the wound ? but we , don't get those that often , so just , the roll works most of the time .
You , you don't want to wrap them too tight . You want some pressure, but not , like uncomfortably so ?
> [ He starts to rewrap his arm, taking it very slow to ensure the other is able to follow . ]
They watch carefully as the survivor gave a demonstration on how to wrap a wound, beginning to unconsciously lightly scratch at their own bandages in the process. The glow in their eyes seemed to soften as they focused on what he was doing.
Wow, no wonder those things were so uncomfortable.
They seemed to have in mind that the survivor was using his old bandages. And so, they insisted that they'd still use their old ones aswell. What a sheep.
“ 4R3 Y06 D0N3? ”
[ Are you done? ]
They seemed to be growing impatient, just wanting to shed the survivor's blood already. Unless he runs away before they can do so. Then that'll be a different- and more fun -story.
They'll fix their bandages once he's gone. That's all they're telling themselves right now.
> [ Bandages now much , more securely applied , he doesn't waste time healing at the cabins. Despite that being the wise choice. ]
> [ No , instead he's already back out, this time on a supply run. Spare materials don't come from nowhere. ]
> [ That's when he thinks he sees it - it's hard to tell with the monochrome ? He stops in his tracks regardless- Stars above what was that bandaging attempt?? that- that looks uncomfortable. ]
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They were sitting on a rock near the poison river of Yorick's Resting Place, their gaze fixed on the way the toxic water flowed. It was almost.. peaceful. But even in that supposedly calm moment, they could be seen clutching the bandages, claws practically threatening to tear into the material and rip it off. They seemed to be very tense; the discomfort of tightly-wrapped gauze was really getting to them, and they wondered why they even had to use that roll.
It was an offering made specifically to them- so why did they waste something that was meant to be so precious?
1x1x1x1 hadn't yet noticed the survivor. Well- they couldn't really. They don't have eyes at the back of their head, now, do they?
> [ There is . not a single good way to go about this he thinks. Obviously he couldn't just approach them- first of all that's rude. Second , that's probably an incredibly easy way to get stabbed. ]
> [ He doesn't want to , do anything that could spook them, they could tear through the bandages or worse. He tries to go about this in the most peaceful way he can think of. ]
> [ Clearing his throat purposefully, he steps a little more into view- hands up and empty. surrender. ]
Hey-hi sorry i'm- . your , bandages ?
> [ Wow! failed at stringing together a single sentence! impressive! ]
Almost as if it was muscle memory, they quickly stood up from the rock and unsheathed one sword. The other remained in its sheath. They seemed tense at first, but the moment they saw the survivor, they seemed to ever so slightly.. relax?
“ WH4T D0 Y06 W4NT. ”
[ What do you want. ]
A demand. An annoyed question. Seems like what he had already said wasn't clear enough. What about their bandages? Did they use them wrong? A sudden sense of disappointment washed over them. That was an offering that they had just wasted.
> [ Oh ! Woah ! He expected to immediately be at blade point. Granted, they're still very armed, but it's already miles better than he thought he was going to get. ]
Do- they , look uncomfortable do- do you , want help ?
> [ There's no way they agree- but he can't keep his eye off of it, it looks , really uncomfortable. Not to mention the guilt that comes with it- he really hadn't meant to land anything, and especially not that harshly. ]
It was a simple response. Short and sweet, one would call it. They began to approach the survivor, tail lashing in annoyance as they gripped the hilt of their sword tighter. Aggression.
[ Now get out of my sight before I finish you off just like I had intended earlier. ]
So much for trying to act nice. But they didn't sound as aggressive as they did earlier; they probably would've lunged at Apollo without another word at this point.
> [ Yeah okay he's not sure how he was expecting this to go. He caused this though , wouldn't they want him to fix it ? He takes a few steps back , trying to maintain the distance, for both their sake at this point. ]
, ,,Could , I at least , show you how to wrap it properly , ? I won't , I won't touch you and-
> [ Deep breath . Maintain distance . He can't help as well with shaking hands. ]
, I won't , run ? afterwards ,?
> [ This is dumb . trading your life to help someone who doesn't want it . but this is his fault . ]
1x1x1x1 stopped walking towards the survivor, their sword lowering slightly as they tilted their head curiously. They then looked down and began to tap their chin with a clawed finger. Thinking, while still keeping an eye on him incase he tried to flee...
Would this really be worth it? Help they do not need, in return for a survivor's life?
Yes. Yes it will.
“ F1N3. B6T M4K3 1T Q61CK. ”
[ Fine. But make it quick. ]
They hissed, sheathing their sword and standing up straighter, staring down at the survivor. They awaited for him to show them how to wrap the gauze properly whilst tapping their hoof against the ground.
> [ OH ! he , wasn't sure that would work !! He nods quickly, figuring out the best way to go about this. ]
> [ Unwrapping one of the worse gashes on his arm, he figures , a visual example would probably be good ? He intends to just wrap them back up with the dirty bandages. No point in wasting supplies. ]
Okay! okay , uh . usually , it helps to have a pad of gauze , over the wound ? but we , don't get those that often , so just , the roll works most of the time .
You , you don't want to wrap them too tight . You want some pressure, but not , like uncomfortably so ?
> [ He starts to rewrap his arm, taking it very slow to ensure the other is able to follow . ]
They watch carefully as the survivor gave a demonstration on how to wrap a wound, beginning to unconsciously lightly scratch at their own bandages in the process. The glow in their eyes seemed to soften as they focused on what he was doing.
Wow, no wonder those things were so uncomfortable.
> [ Bandages now much , more securely applied , he doesn't waste time healing at the cabins. Despite that being the wise choice. ]
> [ No , instead he's already back out, this time on a supply run. Spare materials don't come from nowhere. ]
> [ That's when he thinks he sees it - it's hard to tell with the monochrome ? He stops in his tracks regardless- Stars above what was that bandaging attempt?? that- that looks uncomfortable. ]
@wires-for-veins ME JUMPSCARE AAA))
They were sitting on a rock near the poison river of Yorick's Resting Place, their gaze fixed on the way the toxic water flowed. It was almost.. peaceful. But even in that supposedly calm moment, they could be seen clutching the bandages, claws practically threatening to tear into the material and rip it off. They seemed to be very tense; the discomfort of tightly-wrapped gauze was really getting to them, and they wondered why they even had to use that roll.
It was an offering made specifically to them- so why did they waste something that was meant to be so precious?
1x1x1x1 hadn't yet noticed the survivor. Well- they couldn't really. They don't have eyes at the back of their head, now, do they?
> [ There is . not a single good way to go about this he thinks. Obviously he couldn't just approach them- first of all that's rude. Second , that's probably an incredibly easy way to get stabbed. ]
> [ He doesn't want to , do anything that could spook them, they could tear through the bandages or worse. He tries to go about this in the most peaceful way he can think of. ]
> [ Clearing his throat purposefully, he steps a little more into view- hands up and empty. surrender. ]
Hey-hi sorry i'm- . your , bandages ?
> [ Wow! failed at stringing together a single sentence! impressive! ]
Almost as if it was muscle memory, they quickly stood up from the rock and unsheathed one sword. The other remained in its sheath. They seemed tense at first, but the moment they saw the survivor, they seemed to ever so slightly.. relax?
“ WH4T D0 Y06 W4NT. ”
[ What do you want. ]
A demand. An annoyed question. Seems like what he had already said wasn't clear enough. What about their bandages? Did they use them wrong? A sudden sense of disappointment washed over them. That was an offering that they had just wasted.
> [ Oh ! Woah ! He expected to immediately be at blade point. Granted, they're still very armed, but it's already miles better than he thought he was going to get. ]
Do- they , look uncomfortable do- do you , want help ?
> [ There's no way they agree- but he can't keep his eye off of it, it looks , really uncomfortable. Not to mention the guilt that comes with it- he really hadn't meant to land anything, and especially not that harshly. ]
It was a simple response. Short and sweet, one would call it. They began to approach the survivor, tail lashing in annoyance as they gripped the hilt of their sword tighter. Aggression.
[ Now get out of my sight before I finish you off just like I had intended earlier. ]
So much for trying to act nice. But they didn't sound as aggressive as they did earlier; they probably would've lunged at Apollo without another word at this point.
> [ Yeah okay he's not sure how he was expecting this to go. He caused this though , wouldn't they want him to fix it ? He takes a few steps back , trying to maintain the distance, for both their sake at this point. ]
, ,,Could , I at least , show you how to wrap it properly , ? I won't , I won't touch you and-
> [ Deep breath . Maintain distance . He can't help as well with shaking hands. ]
, I won't , run ? afterwards ,?
> [ This is dumb . trading your life to help someone who doesn't want it . but this is his fault . ]
1x1x1x1 stopped walking towards the survivor, their sword lowering slightly as they tilted their head curiously. They then looked down and began to tap their chin with a clawed finger. Thinking, while still keeping an eye on him incase he tried to flee...
Would this really be worth it? Help they do not need, in return for a survivor's life?
Yes. Yes it will.
“ F1N3. B6T M4K3 1T Q61CK. ”
[ Fine. But make it quick. ]
They hissed, sheathing their sword and standing up straighter, staring down at the survivor. They awaited for him to show them how to wrap the gauze properly whilst tapping their hoof against the ground.
> [ Bandages now much , more securely applied , he doesn't waste time healing at the cabins. Despite that being the wise choice. ]
> [ No , instead he's already back out, this time on a supply run. Spare materials don't come from nowhere. ]
> [ That's when he thinks he sees it - it's hard to tell with the monochrome ? He stops in his tracks regardless- Stars above what was that bandaging attempt?? that- that looks uncomfortable. ]
@wires-for-veins ME JUMPSCARE AAA))
They were sitting on a rock near the poison river of Yorick's Resting Place, their gaze fixed on the way the toxic water flowed. It was almost.. peaceful. But even in that supposedly calm moment, they could be seen clutching the bandages, claws practically threatening to tear into the material and rip it off. They seemed to be very tense; the discomfort of tightly-wrapped gauze was really getting to them, and they wondered why they even had to use that roll.
It was an offering made specifically to them- so why did they waste something that was meant to be so precious?
1x1x1x1 hadn't yet noticed the survivor. Well- they couldn't really. They don't have eyes at the back of their head, now, do they?
> [ There is . not a single good way to go about this he thinks. Obviously he couldn't just approach them- first of all that's rude. Second , that's probably an incredibly easy way to get stabbed. ]
> [ He doesn't want to , do anything that could spook them, they could tear through the bandages or worse. He tries to go about this in the most peaceful way he can think of. ]
> [ Clearing his throat purposefully, he steps a little more into view- hands up and empty. surrender. ]
Hey-hi sorry i'm- . your , bandages ?
> [ Wow! failed at stringing together a single sentence! impressive! ]
Almost as if it was muscle memory, they quickly stood up from the rock and unsheathed one sword. The other remained in its sheath. They seemed tense at first, but the moment they saw the survivor, they seemed to ever so slightly.. relax?
“ WH4T D0 Y06 W4NT. ”
[ What do you want. ]
A demand. An annoyed question. Seems like what he had already said wasn't clear enough. What about their bandages? Did they use them wrong? A sudden sense of disappointment washed over them. That was an offering that they had just wasted.
> [ Oh ! Woah ! He expected to immediately be at blade point. Granted, they're still very armed, but it's already miles better than he thought he was going to get. ]
Do- they , look uncomfortable do- do you , want help ?
> [ There's no way they agree- but he can't keep his eye off of it, it looks , really uncomfortable. Not to mention the guilt that comes with it- he really hadn't meant to land anything, and especially not that harshly. ]
It was a simple response. Short and sweet, one would call it. They began to approach the survivor, tail lashing in annoyance as they gripped the hilt of their sword tighter. Aggression.
[ Now get out of my sight before I finish you off just like I had intended earlier. ]
So much for trying to act nice. But they didn't sound as aggressive as they did earlier; they probably would've lunged at Apollo without another word at this point.
Walks in the Red Inferno, but it seems like half of its face is... a copy of yours?
-> ``Out of all people to copy you choose her? Really? What is with you people and the color black and white?``
The Monochromatica stays silent, just watching the otherself.
- (@infernum-monochromatica)
“ C0PY? M3? ”
[ Copy? ME? ]
1x1x1x1 exclaimed, almost shocked that it would ever assume that they copied her. They were CONVINCED that they were the original. How stubborn of them.
-> ``OH REALLY? The this who sounds like their voice was placed on a microwave thinks they came first?`` ``Brother. Silence. Don't bring your flood of insults into every situation.``
The Grey-side of the being seems to start to spread, the eye of the Monochromatica staring at the other version of itself.
The light of the Infernum dimmers, as it rolls its eyes and grunts at the interruption.
-> ``Strange how we don't differ much. Commonly we have similar versions, but with major differences.``
``Where do you come from? Mirrored version.``
``And why are you just Mono without the good part. The good part being me-``
1x1x1x1 crosses their arms, seemingly more calm than they were initially, their sentence coming out in a more lighthearted tone rather than aggressive. But oh- that red version of themselves was being a massive bother.
-> ``WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIX?! LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE GIT.``
``I have already tried many times. But he seems to not change, not even with age.``
``EXCUSE ME? OH THAT'S SAYING ALOT FROM YOU. WHO GOES AROUND KILLING ANYTHING YOU DEEM "uNhOlY"``
``And I deem you as immature.``
``I AM GOING TO PUNCH YOU.``
He tries swing his arm at her side of the face, but the cons of sharing a body is that you share the arms. Which is enough for his arm to be put offtrack and miss her face.
-> ``Curious is your answer, Mirror. But I thank you for humoring it either way.``
``I apologize for my Sibling. He usually is less emotive than this.``
``MOTHERFUCKER. IMA PUNCH YOU BOTH.``
She says to the otherself, while Infernum keeps failing at his attempt of starting a fight with his sister.
[ Well, I thank you for keeping him restrained. Otherwise, I fear this whole area would be painted red. ]
1x1x1x1 looked over at the red side of their clone, tail lashing impatiently. They seemed to REALLY hate him. Or, well, not hate- they just though he was annoying. They still found his behaviour almost amusing, after all.
> [ Bandages now much , more securely applied , he doesn't waste time healing at the cabins. Despite that being the wise choice. ]
> [ No , instead he's already back out, this time on a supply run. Spare materials don't come from nowhere. ]
> [ That's when he thinks he sees it - it's hard to tell with the monochrome ? He stops in his tracks regardless- Stars above what was that bandaging attempt?? that- that looks uncomfortable. ]
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They were sitting on a rock near the poison river of Yorick's Resting Place, their gaze fixed on the way the toxic water flowed. It was almost.. peaceful. But even in that supposedly calm moment, they could be seen clutching the bandages, claws practically threatening to tear into the material and rip it off. They seemed to be very tense; the discomfort of tightly-wrapped gauze was really getting to them, and they wondered why they even had to use that roll.
It was an offering made specifically to them- so why did they waste something that was meant to be so precious?
1x1x1x1 hadn't yet noticed the survivor. Well- they couldn't really. They don't have eyes at the back of their head, now, do they?
> [ There is . not a single good way to go about this he thinks. Obviously he couldn't just approach them- first of all that's rude. Second , that's probably an incredibly easy way to get stabbed. ]
> [ He doesn't want to , do anything that could spook them, they could tear through the bandages or worse. He tries to go about this in the most peaceful way he can think of. ]
> [ Clearing his throat purposefully, he steps a little more into view- hands up and empty. surrender. ]
Hey-hi sorry i'm- . your , bandages ?
> [ Wow! failed at stringing together a single sentence! impressive! ]
Almost as if it was muscle memory, they quickly stood up from the rock and unsheathed one sword. The other remained in its sheath. They seemed tense at first, but the moment they saw the survivor, they seemed to ever so slightly.. relax?
“ WH4T D0 Y06 W4NT. ”
[ What do you want. ]
A demand. An annoyed question. Seems like what he had already said wasn't clear enough. What about their bandages? Did they use them wrong? A sudden sense of disappointment washed over them. That was an offering that they had just wasted.
> [ Bandages now much , more securely applied , he doesn't waste time healing at the cabins. Despite that being the wise choice. ]
> [ No , instead he's already back out, this time on a supply run. Spare materials don't come from nowhere. ]
> [ That's when he thinks he sees it - it's hard to tell with the monochrome ? He stops in his tracks regardless- Stars above what was that bandaging attempt?? that- that looks uncomfortable. ]
@wires-for-veins ME JUMPSCARE AAA))
They were sitting on a rock near the poison river of Yorick's Resting Place, their gaze fixed on the way the toxic water flowed. It was almost.. peaceful. But even in that supposedly calm moment, they could be seen clutching the bandages, claws practically threatening to tear into the material and rip it off. They seemed to be very tense; the discomfort of tightly-wrapped gauze was really getting to them, and they wondered why they even had to use that roll.
It was an offering made specifically to them- so why did they waste something that was meant to be so precious?
1x1x1x1 hadn't yet noticed the survivor. Well- they couldn't really. They don't have eyes at the back of their head, now, do they?
Walks in the Red Inferno, but it seems like half of its face is... a copy of yours?
-> ``Out of all people to copy you choose her? Really? What is with you people and the color black and white?``
The Monochromatica stays silent, just watching the otherself.
- (@infernum-monochromatica)
“ C0PY? M3? ”
[ Copy? ME? ]
1x1x1x1 exclaimed, almost shocked that it would ever assume that they copied her. They were CONVINCED that they were the original. How stubborn of them.
-> ``OH REALLY? The this who sounds like their voice was placed on a microwave thinks they came first?`` ``Brother. Silence. Don't bring your flood of insults into every situation.``
The Grey-side of the being seems to start to spread, the eye of the Monochromatica staring at the other version of itself.
The light of the Infernum dimmers, as it rolls its eyes and grunts at the interruption.
-> ``Strange how we don't differ much. Commonly we have similar versions, but with major differences.``
``Where do you come from? Mirrored version.``
``And why are you just Mono without the good part. The good part being me-``
1x1x1x1 crosses their arms, seemingly more calm than they were initially, their sentence coming out in a more lighthearted tone rather than aggressive. But oh- that red version of themselves was being a massive bother.
Walks in the Red Inferno, but it seems like half of its face is... a copy of yours?
-> ``Out of all people to copy you choose her? Really? What is with you people and the color black and white?``
The Monochromatica stays silent, just watching the otherself.
- (@infernum-monochromatica)
“ C0PY? M3? ”
[ Copy? ME? ]
1x1x1x1 exclaimed, almost shocked that it would ever assume that they copied her. They were CONVINCED that they were the original. How stubborn of them.
