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[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
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“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
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“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred growled at Bane, how dare it accuse them of being the problem! It hadn't done anything to them or its friend, they wouldn't even be in this situation!]
OH REAL RICH CALLING ME THE PROBLEM, I haven't even done anything! I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!!
[IT was sick of Bane pushing and pushing and PUSHING that it was the villain, that this somehow was all it's fault! It'd been pushed too hard..... Hatred lunged at them without thinking, discarding their Ghostwalker as it dug it's fingers into Bane's neck trying to strangle the life out of them. If they wanted a villain they would get a villain!]
The two fell to the ground as Bane drops the Ghostwalker. It wheezes, pushing its hands back against Hatred’s chest. They were never really equipped to fight properly.
“Wait, shit—!” Theo bolts over, wrapping his arms around Hero and trying to pull them away. He didn’t think it would truly escalate that quickly, or become so personal to them. “It’s all a huge misunderstanding, alright? Bane— it’s just being stupid—!”
Angie looks around frantically, spotting Archer already pushed up against the corner, curled into themself. She makes a defeated noise and approaches them carefully.
[Hatred vision had completed tunnelled, nothing else was happening except for the scene in front of it's eyes. It's entire focus was this single minded goal. At until Theo grabbed it]
[It struggled, Hatred wouldn't give up it didn't want to, why should it even! It thrashed and kicked against Theo trying and failing regain it's painful grip around Bane's neck. It wasn't very hard for Theo to pull Hatred away, despite their sheer determination their body was still pretty light. It continued to flail]
I HATE YOU! [It yelled towards Bane but it's words felt hollow just feeling angry while lacking any real, painful bite. It was defeated, angry to the point it was crying...]
“We all say that,” Theo grunts, holding it against his chest, trying to keep its arms from hitting him. “I get it, Bane did somethin’ stupid and wrong. We’ve all… we’ve had our fair share of things. Doesn’t mean this is all right.”
That hatred, known all too well by Theo, still ached in his chest. Even in his happiest moments, it still wrapped his heart in that subtle resentment. It was simply natural.
“You get to deserve things and want them, Hero, and we— we are allowed to be suspicious, given… everything. But this wasn’t the way to go. For all of us.”
LET GO! [Hatred sobbed out loudly as they thrashed against Theo, doing everything in their power to escape. But Theo managed to keep them restrained their hits really hurt but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with by now]
[After a few minutes of yelling, hitting, kicking and even a few attempts at biting it seemed to have ran out of steam] ii-itts not fairr.....
[Hatred weakly sobbed as it pulled it's knees closer trying and failing to hide it's face fully from view. It didn't want to be looked at or perceived like... this]
ww-why are y-you being soo... nice?? To... m-me? [It asked itself, it's shaky voice barely above a whisper, it really didn't understand these people. How Theo could still treat it with any amount of kindness even after it tried to kill one of his friends?]
"You don't think I haven't done the same to Bane myself?" Theo laughs weakly, sliding away awkwardly and starting to rub its back. They were practically one in the same, even if he didn't particularly understand just what was up with Hero. "I wasn't fully conscious doing it, but, eh."
He glances between his friends, exchanging a wary look with Archer, who seemed to be calming down already. At least things were settling, for the most part.
"I'm doin' it because I know what this is like- or, not exactly," he shrugged, "If I'm thinking about this right, you've lost that autonomy of yours, or that humanity or something, but it's just you being confused over your emotions. At least, that was the case for me."
[Hatred shuffled away from Theo, pulling their hood over their head as face as humanly possible to obscure their features. Hatred just stared at Theo really how can someone get everything right by picking wildly incorrect options?? It didn't get it]
You... you're c-close, it's... something like that........ [It paused, it's face twisting into surprise] W-waitt, have n-non of you... realised yet..? R-really..???
[Hatred chuckled weakly with small questioning tilt of the head. It was funny, it could guess from how Theo had just spoken. He didn't fully realise who or in this case what it was. It wasn't likely the others had either... had Bane's little stunt had really been for nothing????]
Theo makes a puzzled look, but Bane, who finally sat up, clears its throat. “You were close to figuring it out, but Hero is… almost an incarnation of Hatred. Much like your possession, Theo.”
The room fully stops, and Archer mumbled a weakened ‘what?’ from the corner.
“I had my suspicions,” Theo finally speaks up. “What else could explain this weird feeling I got around them? I felt the same with Builderman…”
“But, uh…” Angie whispered, a little quieter. “I thought we tamed Hatred? Isn’t it sealed inside of Theo and in here?”
I'm not yours. [Hatred states bluntly slowly bringing itself to it's feet] I mean... how'd you think there were two Ghostwalker's? Don't worry Angie, this worlds Hatred is still very much defeated..!
[It walked towards one of the Ghostwalker's picking it back up, clutching it securely in it's hands.] Unfortunately I don't know how to get back.
A shame really, I didn't even get to recover my first sword...
“That’s what you meant by bein’ lost…?” Archer mumbled to themself. “I mean, basically that’s right… shame about your sword, though…”
“Unfortunately, this issue is outside of our current scope.” Bane shrugged, rising to its feet. It stretches its neck, still sore from Hatred’s attack.
“So much for your pursuit of the forbidden knowledge,” Archer chuckled weakly before turning to Hero- Hatred? They hesitated for a moment, the words scrambling at the tip of their tongue.
On one hand, Archer was… alright with Hero. As a person. As ‘Hero’.
Hero was a funny guy, Archer thinks— and they’re a little weird sometimes, but they’re sure anyone could agree that, despite it all, they couldn’t even out-weird Archer themself.
On the other hand, ‘Hatred’ was now in the picture. Archer understood that it wasn’t the same, that somehow they are different, but the fear keeps on crawling back. Screaming in their head to run away. Its very presence seemed to amplify the things they’ve learned to calm— maybe it wasn’t yet ‘tamed’.
“But, uh… what actually happened to you, Hero? Is it like a uh, Theo situation? Possession… thing? Shadow of your true self?”
[Hatred didn't answer at first a smile creeping into its face as it reminisced on the battle with Hero, ah good violent times~]
Yes it is like the "Theo situation". I beat them over and over and over again until they just... couldn't anymore! I fully took them over, it's just Hatred here now. Always has been! [Its smile widened]
I suppose the big difference between Hero and Theo is that Theo still had autonomy.
[Hatred snickered to itself, pointing towards its head] I'm not sure if they're even still rattling around in here honestly. Certainly haven't given me any indication they are!
[It clearly took so much glee in all this, in robbing their own 'creator' of life and autonomy.]
The others seemed to go quiet at that, and Archer scratches the back of their head nervously. So it wasn’t… actually Hero. In a way.
“Then how are you so… nice?” Angie whispered, conflict already boiling in her eyes. “You take all that enjoyment in hurting someone who is… essentially part of you. Holding all this hate for them, but still acting nice around us.”
Was it actually real? She was starting to question. Sure, it may have been the same as Theo’s situation, in a sense, but everyone had already known he was being controlled.
With this Hatred, none of them were aware.
“If you talk to poorly about your own self like that, what makes us believe that anything you said was genuine?”
[Its smile dropped, for a moment it was honestly glad it still had its hood up. They couldn't see the unfortunate look of feeling that had filled its eyes.]
I'm nice? [It asked wincing a little at how shocked it sounded, it fidgeted awkwardly trying to come up with any sort of response that would answer Angie's question]
I... I don't- know? How am I supposed to know?? .......Non of you are them so why would I not... be genuine... I guess????
[It pulled it's hood back down after landing on its answer, staring at the four with a look that could only be described as 'what on earth am I supposed to say here???' Clearly it was grasping at straws.]
“It just confuses me. Your intentions. You’re the embodiment of hate but you keep contradicting yourself,” Angie clarified with an odd movement of her hands. She glances over at Theo, who wore a concerned expression again. “It was like him for a while.”
“If you’re an incarnation of hatred, theoretically, that’s all you’re supposed to feel. But I haven’t felt that kind of sentiment towards us yet— except for Bane.”
He knew what it was like, though not to this extent. Hatred still lived in him, but he was lucky enough to come to terms with it. To have the resources to come back from that. If he had been alone, like Hero, he would have completely assimilated with that part of himself.
“It’s safe to say that Hero is still ‘rattling around’ in your head. Dormant, I guess? They’ve just given up.” He casts a knowing look towards Hatred, though it was more directed towards the identity of ‘Hero’.
[Hatred shifted away, its face showing how uncomfortable it had became with the flow of this conversation. It clutched the Ghostwalker tighter, trying to keep its voice steady]
Could you stop prying? I don't need to explain myself to you. Theorise in your own time, away from me..! [Hatred yelled the last part as it turned away from them, it didn't want to dwell on this. It was far too early for all this anyway!]
“It would be something to think about,” Bane murmured, glancing warily at the Ghostwalker. “Whether it be now or later in the future.”
It would be something that they had to confront at some point, right? If only Hatred step outside of its own bubble.
“The Dream World still has its mysteries, and perhaps your stay will eventually bring much needed reflection,” Their tone had softened just a little, less hostile than before. “Just as it did with us.”
[Hatred didn't turn back around, its eyes seeming to gazed downwards towards it's sword as it barked its next words.] ...I won't 'think about it' Bane. Not now, not ever!
[It growled under its breath before it mumbled] Screw this, I'm leaving.
[It rose its Ghostwalker into the air before vanishing, fleeing away to the waking world without even so much as a goodbye]
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
-
“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred growled at Bane, how dare it accuse them of being the problem! It hadn't done anything to them or its friend, they wouldn't even be in this situation!]
OH REAL RICH CALLING ME THE PROBLEM, I haven't even done anything! I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!!
[IT was sick of Bane pushing and pushing and PUSHING that it was the villain, that this somehow was all it's fault! It'd been pushed too hard..... Hatred lunged at them without thinking, discarding their Ghostwalker as it dug it's fingers into Bane's neck trying to strangle the life out of them. If they wanted a villain they would get a villain!]
The two fell to the ground as Bane drops the Ghostwalker. It wheezes, pushing its hands back against Hatred’s chest. They were never really equipped to fight properly.
“Wait, shit—!” Theo bolts over, wrapping his arms around Hero and trying to pull them away. He didn’t think it would truly escalate that quickly, or become so personal to them. “It’s all a huge misunderstanding, alright? Bane— it’s just being stupid—!”
Angie looks around frantically, spotting Archer already pushed up against the corner, curled into themself. She makes a defeated noise and approaches them carefully.
[Hatred vision had completed tunnelled, nothing else was happening except for the scene in front of it's eyes. It's entire focus was this single minded goal. At until Theo grabbed it]
[It struggled, Hatred wouldn't give up it didn't want to, why should it even! It thrashed and kicked against Theo trying and failing regain it's painful grip around Bane's neck. It wasn't very hard for Theo to pull Hatred away, despite their sheer determination their body was still pretty light. It continued to flail]
I HATE YOU! [It yelled towards Bane but it's words felt hollow just feeling angry while lacking any real, painful bite. It was defeated, angry to the point it was crying...]
“We all say that,” Theo grunts, holding it against his chest, trying to keep its arms from hitting him. “I get it, Bane did somethin’ stupid and wrong. We’ve all… we’ve had our fair share of things. Doesn’t mean this is all right.”
That hatred, known all too well by Theo, still ached in his chest. Even in his happiest moments, it still wrapped his heart in that subtle resentment. It was simply natural.
“You get to deserve things and want them, Hero, and we— we are allowed to be suspicious, given… everything. But this wasn’t the way to go. For all of us.”
LET GO! [Hatred sobbed out loudly as they thrashed against Theo, doing everything in their power to escape. But Theo managed to keep them restrained their hits really hurt but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with by now]
[After a few minutes of yelling, hitting, kicking and even a few attempts at biting it seemed to have ran out of steam] ii-itts not fairr.....
[Hatred weakly sobbed as it pulled it's knees closer trying and failing to hide it's face fully from view. It didn't want to be looked at or perceived like... this]
ww-why are y-you being soo... nice?? To... m-me? [It asked itself, it's shaky voice barely above a whisper, it really didn't understand these people. How Theo could still treat it with any amount of kindness even after it tried to kill one of his friends?]
"You don't think I haven't done the same to Bane myself?" Theo laughs weakly, sliding away awkwardly and starting to rub its back. They were practically one in the same, even if he didn't particularly understand just what was up with Hero. "I wasn't fully conscious doing it, but, eh."
He glances between his friends, exchanging a wary look with Archer, who seemed to be calming down already. At least things were settling, for the most part.
"I'm doin' it because I know what this is like- or, not exactly," he shrugged, "If I'm thinking about this right, you've lost that autonomy of yours, or that humanity or something, but it's just you being confused over your emotions. At least, that was the case for me."
[Hatred shuffled away from Theo, pulling their hood over their head as face as humanly possible to obscure their features. Hatred just stared at Theo really how can someone get everything right by picking wildly incorrect options?? It didn't get it]
You... you're c-close, it's... something like that........ [It paused, it's face twisting into surprise] W-waitt, have n-non of you... realised yet..? R-really..???
[Hatred chuckled weakly with small questioning tilt of the head. It was funny, it could guess from how Theo had just spoken. He didn't fully realise who or in this case what it was. It wasn't likely the others had either... had Bane's little stunt had really been for nothing????]
Theo makes a puzzled look, but Bane, who finally sat up, clears its throat. “You were close to figuring it out, but Hero is… almost an incarnation of Hatred. Much like your possession, Theo.”
The room fully stops, and Archer mumbled a weakened ‘what?’ from the corner.
“I had my suspicions,” Theo finally speaks up. “What else could explain this weird feeling I got around them? I felt the same with Builderman…”
“But, uh…” Angie whispered, a little quieter. “I thought we tamed Hatred? Isn’t it sealed inside of Theo and in here?”
I'm not yours. [Hatred states bluntly slowly bringing itself to it's feet] I mean... how'd you think there were two Ghostwalker's? Don't worry Angie, this worlds Hatred is still very much defeated..!
[It walked towards one of the Ghostwalker's picking it back up, clutching it securely in it's hands.] Unfortunately I don't know how to get back.
A shame really, I didn't even get to recover my first sword...
“That’s what you meant by bein’ lost…?” Archer mumbled to themself. “I mean, basically that’s right… shame about your sword, though…”
“Unfortunately, this issue is outside of our current scope.” Bane shrugged, rising to its feet. It stretches its neck, still sore from Hatred’s attack.
“So much for your pursuit of the forbidden knowledge,” Archer chuckled weakly before turning to Hero- Hatred? They hesitated for a moment, the words scrambling at the tip of their tongue.
On one hand, Archer was… alright with Hero. As a person. As ‘Hero’.
Hero was a funny guy, Archer thinks— and they’re a little weird sometimes, but they’re sure anyone could agree that, despite it all, they couldn’t even out-weird Archer themself.
On the other hand, ‘Hatred’ was now in the picture. Archer understood that it wasn’t the same, that somehow they are different, but the fear keeps on crawling back. Screaming in their head to run away. Its very presence seemed to amplify the things they’ve learned to calm— maybe it wasn’t yet ‘tamed’.
“But, uh… what actually happened to you, Hero? Is it like a uh, Theo situation? Possession… thing? Shadow of your true self?”
[Hatred didn't answer at first a smile creeping into its face as it reminisced on the battle with Hero, ah good violent times~]
Yes it is like the "Theo situation". I beat them over and over and over again until they just... couldn't anymore! I fully took them over, it's just Hatred here now. Always has been! [Its smile widened]
I suppose the big difference between Hero and Theo is that Theo still had autonomy.
[Hatred snickered to itself, pointing towards its head] I'm not sure if they're even still rattling around in here honestly. Certainly haven't given me any indication they are!
[It clearly took so much glee in all this, in robbing their own 'creator' of life and autonomy.]
The others seemed to go quiet at that, and Archer scratches the back of their head nervously. So it wasn’t… actually Hero. In a way.
“Then how are you so… nice?” Angie whispered, conflict already boiling in her eyes. “You take all that enjoyment in hurting someone who is… essentially part of you. Holding all this hate for them, but still acting nice around us.”
Was it actually real? She was starting to question. Sure, it may have been the same as Theo’s situation, in a sense, but everyone had already known he was being controlled.
With this Hatred, none of them were aware.
“If you talk to poorly about your own self like that, what makes us believe that anything you said was genuine?”
[Its smile dropped, for a moment it was honestly glad it still had its hood up. They couldn't see the unfortunate look of feeling that had filled its eyes.]
I'm nice? [It asked wincing a little at how shocked it sounded, it fidgeted awkwardly trying to come up with any sort of response that would answer Angie's question]
I... I don't- know? How am I supposed to know?? .......Non of you are them so why would I not... be genuine... I guess????
[It pulled it's hood back down after landing on its answer, staring at the four with a look that could only be described as 'what on earth am I supposed to say here???' Clearly it was grasping at straws.]
“It just confuses me. Your intentions. You’re the embodiment of hate but you keep contradicting yourself,” Angie clarified with an odd movement of her hands. She glances over at Theo, who wore a concerned expression again. “It was like him for a while.”
“If you’re an incarnation of hatred, theoretically, that’s all you’re supposed to feel. But I haven’t felt that kind of sentiment towards us yet— except for Bane.”
He knew what it was like, though not to this extent. Hatred still lived in him, but he was lucky enough to come to terms with it. To have the resources to come back from that. If he had been alone, like Hero, he would have completely assimilated with that part of himself.
“It’s safe to say that Hero is still ‘rattling around’ in your head. Dormant, I guess? They’ve just given up.” He casts a knowing look towards Hatred, though it was more directed towards the identity of ‘Hero’.
[Hatred shifted away, its face showing how uncomfortable it had became with the flow of this conversation. It clutched the Ghostwalker tighter, trying to keep its voice steady]
Could you stop prying? I don't need to explain myself to you. Theorise in your own time, away from me..! [Hatred yelled the last part as it turned away from them, it didn't want to dwell on this. It was far too early for all this anyway!]
“It would be something to think about,” Bane murmured, glancing warily at the Ghostwalker. “Whether it be now or later in the future.”
It would be something that they had to confront at some point, right? If only Hatred step outside of its own bubble.
“The Dream World still has its mysteries, and perhaps your stay will eventually bring much needed reflection,” Their tone had softened just a little, less hostile than before. “Just as it did with us.”
Hi im the anon that gave that long solitude ahh post to angie and i just wanted to say that i did not mean to send it twice (i sent the first one but then tumblr didnt confirm it so i thought it didnt send and then sent it again with revisions so), those are from me. i didnt notice that the first one got responded to until i checked archives aaaaaaaaa sorry sorry, bye bye i'll send another angst post. maybe.
(LMAO HI SOLITUDE ANON IT’S ALL GOOD!! i liked being able to connect them anyway they’ve given me inspiration for her focus story)
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
-
“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred growled at Bane, how dare it accuse them of being the problem! It hadn't done anything to them or its friend, they wouldn't even be in this situation!]
OH REAL RICH CALLING ME THE PROBLEM, I haven't even done anything! I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!!
[IT was sick of Bane pushing and pushing and PUSHING that it was the villain, that this somehow was all it's fault! It'd been pushed too hard..... Hatred lunged at them without thinking, discarding their Ghostwalker as it dug it's fingers into Bane's neck trying to strangle the life out of them. If they wanted a villain they would get a villain!]
The two fell to the ground as Bane drops the Ghostwalker. It wheezes, pushing its hands back against Hatred’s chest. They were never really equipped to fight properly.
“Wait, shit—!” Theo bolts over, wrapping his arms around Hero and trying to pull them away. He didn’t think it would truly escalate that quickly, or become so personal to them. “It’s all a huge misunderstanding, alright? Bane— it’s just being stupid—!”
Angie looks around frantically, spotting Archer already pushed up against the corner, curled into themself. She makes a defeated noise and approaches them carefully.
[Hatred vision had completed tunnelled, nothing else was happening except for the scene in front of it's eyes. It's entire focus was this single minded goal. At until Theo grabbed it]
[It struggled, Hatred wouldn't give up it didn't want to, why should it even! It thrashed and kicked against Theo trying and failing regain it's painful grip around Bane's neck. It wasn't very hard for Theo to pull Hatred away, despite their sheer determination their body was still pretty light. It continued to flail]
I HATE YOU! [It yelled towards Bane but it's words felt hollow just feeling angry while lacking any real, painful bite. It was defeated, angry to the point it was crying...]
“We all say that,” Theo grunts, holding it against his chest, trying to keep its arms from hitting him. “I get it, Bane did somethin’ stupid and wrong. We’ve all… we’ve had our fair share of things. Doesn’t mean this is all right.”
That hatred, known all too well by Theo, still ached in his chest. Even in his happiest moments, it still wrapped his heart in that subtle resentment. It was simply natural.
“You get to deserve things and want them, Hero, and we— we are allowed to be suspicious, given… everything. But this wasn’t the way to go. For all of us.”
LET GO! [Hatred sobbed out loudly as they thrashed against Theo, doing everything in their power to escape. But Theo managed to keep them restrained their hits really hurt but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with by now]
[After a few minutes of yelling, hitting, kicking and even a few attempts at biting it seemed to have ran out of steam] ii-itts not fairr.....
[Hatred weakly sobbed as it pulled it's knees closer trying and failing to hide it's face fully from view. It didn't want to be looked at or perceived like... this]
ww-why are y-you being soo... nice?? To... m-me? [It asked itself, it's shaky voice barely above a whisper, it really didn't understand these people. How Theo could still treat it with any amount of kindness even after it tried to kill one of his friends?]
"You don't think I haven't done the same to Bane myself?" Theo laughs weakly, sliding away awkwardly and starting to rub its back. They were practically one in the same, even if he didn't particularly understand just what was up with Hero. "I wasn't fully conscious doing it, but, eh."
He glances between his friends, exchanging a wary look with Archer, who seemed to be calming down already. At least things were settling, for the most part.
"I'm doin' it because I know what this is like- or, not exactly," he shrugged, "If I'm thinking about this right, you've lost that autonomy of yours, or that humanity or something, but it's just you being confused over your emotions. At least, that was the case for me."
[Hatred shuffled away from Theo, pulling their hood over their head as face as humanly possible to obscure their features. Hatred just stared at Theo really how can someone get everything right by picking wildly incorrect options?? It didn't get it]
You... you're c-close, it's... something like that........ [It paused, it's face twisting into surprise] W-waitt, have n-non of you... realised yet..? R-really..???
[Hatred chuckled weakly with small questioning tilt of the head. It was funny, it could guess from how Theo had just spoken. He didn't fully realise who or in this case what it was. It wasn't likely the others had either... had Bane's little stunt had really been for nothing????]
Theo makes a puzzled look, but Bane, who finally sat up, clears its throat. “You were close to figuring it out, but Hero is… almost an incarnation of Hatred. Much like your possession, Theo.”
The room fully stops, and Archer mumbled a weakened ‘what?’ from the corner.
“I had my suspicions,” Theo finally speaks up. “What else could explain this weird feeling I got around them? I felt the same with Builderman…”
“But, uh…” Angie whispered, a little quieter. “I thought we tamed Hatred? Isn’t it sealed inside of Theo and in here?”
I'm not yours. [Hatred states bluntly slowly bringing itself to it's feet] I mean... how'd you think there were two Ghostwalker's? Don't worry Angie, this worlds Hatred is still very much defeated..!
[It walked towards one of the Ghostwalker's picking it back up, clutching it securely in it's hands.] Unfortunately I don't know how to get back.
A shame really, I didn't even get to recover my first sword...
“That’s what you meant by bein’ lost…?” Archer mumbled to themself. “I mean, basically that’s right… shame about your sword, though…”
“Unfortunately, this issue is outside of our current scope.” Bane shrugged, rising to its feet. It stretches its neck, still sore from Hatred’s attack.
“So much for your pursuit of the forbidden knowledge,” Archer chuckled weakly before turning to Hero- Hatred? They hesitated for a moment, the words scrambling at the tip of their tongue.
On one hand, Archer was… alright with Hero. As a person. As ‘Hero’.
Hero was a funny guy, Archer thinks— and they’re a little weird sometimes, but they’re sure anyone could agree that, despite it all, they couldn’t even out-weird Archer themself.
On the other hand, ‘Hatred’ was now in the picture. Archer understood that it wasn’t the same, that somehow they are different, but the fear keeps on crawling back. Screaming in their head to run away. Its very presence seemed to amplify the things they’ve learned to calm— maybe it wasn’t yet ‘tamed’.
“But, uh… what actually happened to you, Hero? Is it like a uh, Theo situation? Possession… thing? Shadow of your true self?”
[Hatred didn't answer at first a smile creeping into its face as it reminisced on the battle with Hero, ah good violent times~]
Yes it is like the "Theo situation". I beat them over and over and over again until they just... couldn't anymore! I fully took them over, it's just Hatred here now. Always has been! [Its smile widened]
I suppose the big difference between Hero and Theo is that Theo still had autonomy.
[Hatred snickered to itself, pointing towards its head] I'm not sure if they're even still rattling around in here honestly. Certainly haven't given me any indication they are!
[It clearly took so much glee in all this, in robbing their own 'creator' of life and autonomy.]
The others seemed to go quiet at that, and Archer scratches the back of their head nervously. So it wasn’t… actually Hero. In a way.
“Then how are you so… nice?” Angie whispered, conflict already boiling in her eyes. “You take all that enjoyment in hurting someone who is… essentially part of you. Holding all this hate for them, but still acting nice around us.”
Was it actually real? She was starting to question. Sure, it may have been the same as Theo’s situation, in a sense, but everyone had already known he was being controlled.
With this Hatred, none of them were aware.
“If you talk to poorly about your own self like that, what makes us believe that anything you said was genuine?”
[Its smile dropped, for a moment it was honestly glad it still had its hood up. They couldn't see the unfortunate look of feeling that had filled its eyes.]
I'm nice? [It asked wincing a little at how shocked it sounded, it fidgeted awkwardly trying to come up with any sort of response that would answer Angie's question]
I... I don't- know? How am I supposed to know?? .......Non of you are them so why would I not... be genuine... I guess????
[It pulled it's hood back down after landing on its answer, staring at the four with a look that could only be described as 'what on earth am I supposed to say here???' Clearly it was grasping at straws.]
“It just confuses me. Your intentions. You’re the embodiment of hate but you keep contradicting yourself,” Angie clarified with an odd movement of her hands. She glances over at Theo, who wore a concerned expression again. “It was like him for a while.”
“If you’re an incarnation of hatred, theoretically, that’s all you’re supposed to feel. But I haven’t felt that kind of sentiment towards us yet— except for Bane.”
He knew what it was like, though not to this extent. Hatred still lived in him, but he was lucky enough to come to terms with it. To have the resources to come back from that. If he had been alone, like Hero, he would have completely assimilated with that part of himself.
“It’s safe to say that Hero is still ‘rattling around’ in your head. Dormant, I guess? They’ve just given up.” He casts a knowing look towards Hatred, though it was more directed towards the identity of ‘Hero’.
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
-
“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred growled at Bane, how dare it accuse them of being the problem! It hadn't done anything to them or its friend, they wouldn't even be in this situation!]
OH REAL RICH CALLING ME THE PROBLEM, I haven't even done anything! I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!!
[IT was sick of Bane pushing and pushing and PUSHING that it was the villain, that this somehow was all it's fault! It'd been pushed too hard..... Hatred lunged at them without thinking, discarding their Ghostwalker as it dug it's fingers into Bane's neck trying to strangle the life out of them. If they wanted a villain they would get a villain!]
The two fell to the ground as Bane drops the Ghostwalker. It wheezes, pushing its hands back against Hatred’s chest. They were never really equipped to fight properly.
“Wait, shit—!” Theo bolts over, wrapping his arms around Hero and trying to pull them away. He didn’t think it would truly escalate that quickly, or become so personal to them. “It’s all a huge misunderstanding, alright? Bane— it’s just being stupid—!”
Angie looks around frantically, spotting Archer already pushed up against the corner, curled into themself. She makes a defeated noise and approaches them carefully.
[Hatred vision had completed tunnelled, nothing else was happening except for the scene in front of it's eyes. It's entire focus was this single minded goal. At until Theo grabbed it]
[It struggled, Hatred wouldn't give up it didn't want to, why should it even! It thrashed and kicked against Theo trying and failing regain it's painful grip around Bane's neck. It wasn't very hard for Theo to pull Hatred away, despite their sheer determination their body was still pretty light. It continued to flail]
I HATE YOU! [It yelled towards Bane but it's words felt hollow just feeling angry while lacking any real, painful bite. It was defeated, angry to the point it was crying...]
“We all say that,” Theo grunts, holding it against his chest, trying to keep its arms from hitting him. “I get it, Bane did somethin’ stupid and wrong. We’ve all… we’ve had our fair share of things. Doesn’t mean this is all right.”
That hatred, known all too well by Theo, still ached in his chest. Even in his happiest moments, it still wrapped his heart in that subtle resentment. It was simply natural.
“You get to deserve things and want them, Hero, and we— we are allowed to be suspicious, given… everything. But this wasn’t the way to go. For all of us.”
LET GO! [Hatred sobbed out loudly as they thrashed against Theo, doing everything in their power to escape. But Theo managed to keep them restrained their hits really hurt but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with by now]
[After a few minutes of yelling, hitting, kicking and even a few attempts at biting it seemed to have ran out of steam] ii-itts not fairr.....
[Hatred weakly sobbed as it pulled it's knees closer trying and failing to hide it's face fully from view. It didn't want to be looked at or perceived like... this]
ww-why are y-you being soo... nice?? To... m-me? [It asked itself, it's shaky voice barely above a whisper, it really didn't understand these people. How Theo could still treat it with any amount of kindness even after it tried to kill one of his friends?]
"You don't think I haven't done the same to Bane myself?" Theo laughs weakly, sliding away awkwardly and starting to rub its back. They were practically one in the same, even if he didn't particularly understand just what was up with Hero. "I wasn't fully conscious doing it, but, eh."
He glances between his friends, exchanging a wary look with Archer, who seemed to be calming down already. At least things were settling, for the most part.
"I'm doin' it because I know what this is like- or, not exactly," he shrugged, "If I'm thinking about this right, you've lost that autonomy of yours, or that humanity or something, but it's just you being confused over your emotions. At least, that was the case for me."
[Hatred shuffled away from Theo, pulling their hood over their head as face as humanly possible to obscure their features. Hatred just stared at Theo really how can someone get everything right by picking wildly incorrect options?? It didn't get it]
You... you're c-close, it's... something like that........ [It paused, it's face twisting into surprise] W-waitt, have n-non of you... realised yet..? R-really..???
[Hatred chuckled weakly with small questioning tilt of the head. It was funny, it could guess from how Theo had just spoken. He didn't fully realise who or in this case what it was. It wasn't likely the others had either... had Bane's little stunt had really been for nothing????]
Theo makes a puzzled look, but Bane, who finally sat up, clears its throat. “You were close to figuring it out, but Hero is… almost an incarnation of Hatred. Much like your possession, Theo.”
The room fully stops, and Archer mumbled a weakened ‘what?’ from the corner.
“I had my suspicions,” Theo finally speaks up. “What else could explain this weird feeling I got around them? I felt the same with Builderman…”
“But, uh…” Angie whispered, a little quieter. “I thought we tamed Hatred? Isn’t it sealed inside of Theo and in here?”
I'm not yours. [Hatred states bluntly slowly bringing itself to it's feet] I mean... how'd you think there were two Ghostwalker's? Don't worry Angie, this worlds Hatred is still very much defeated..!
[It walked towards one of the Ghostwalker's picking it back up, clutching it securely in it's hands.] Unfortunately I don't know how to get back.
A shame really, I didn't even get to recover my first sword...
“That’s what you meant by bein’ lost…?” Archer mumbled to themself. “I mean, basically that’s right… shame about your sword, though…”
“Unfortunately, this issue is outside of our current scope.” Bane shrugged, rising to its feet. It stretches its neck, still sore from Hatred’s attack.
“So much for your pursuit of the forbidden knowledge,” Archer chuckled weakly before turning to Hero- Hatred? They hesitated for a moment, the words scrambling at the tip of their tongue.
On one hand, Archer was… alright with Hero. As a person. As ‘Hero’.
Hero was a funny guy, Archer thinks— and they’re a little weird sometimes, but they’re sure anyone could agree that, despite it all, they couldn’t even out-weird Archer themself.
On the other hand, ‘Hatred’ was now in the picture. Archer understood that it wasn’t the same, that somehow they are different, but the fear keeps on crawling back. Screaming in their head to run away. Its very presence seemed to amplify the things they’ve learned to calm— maybe it wasn’t yet ‘tamed’.
“But, uh… what actually happened to you, Hero? Is it like a uh, Theo situation? Possession… thing? Shadow of your true self?”
[Hatred didn't answer at first a smile creeping into its face as it reminisced on the battle with Hero, ah good violent times~]
Yes it is like the "Theo situation". I beat them over and over and over again until they just... couldn't anymore! I fully took them over, it's just Hatred here now. Always has been! [Its smile widened]
I suppose the big difference between Hero and Theo is that Theo still had autonomy.
[Hatred snickered to itself, pointing towards its head] I'm not sure if they're even still rattling around in here honestly. Certainly haven't given me any indication they are!
[It clearly took so much glee in all this, in robbing their own 'creator' of life and autonomy.]
The others seemed to go quiet at that, and Archer scratches the back of their head nervously. So it wasn’t… actually Hero. In a way.
“Then how are you so… nice?” Angie whispered, conflict already boiling in her eyes. “You take all that enjoyment in hurting someone who is… essentially part of you. Holding all this hate for them, but still acting nice around us.”
Was it actually real? She was starting to question. Sure, it may have been the same as Theo’s situation, in a sense, but everyone had already known he was being controlled.
With this Hatred, none of them were aware.
“If you talk to poorly about your own self like that, what makes us believe that anything you said was genuine?”
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
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“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred growled at Bane, how dare it accuse them of being the problem! It hadn't done anything to them or its friend, they wouldn't even be in this situation!]
OH REAL RICH CALLING ME THE PROBLEM, I haven't even done anything! I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!!
[IT was sick of Bane pushing and pushing and PUSHING that it was the villain, that this somehow was all it's fault! It'd been pushed too hard..... Hatred lunged at them without thinking, discarding their Ghostwalker as it dug it's fingers into Bane's neck trying to strangle the life out of them. If they wanted a villain they would get a villain!]
The two fell to the ground as Bane drops the Ghostwalker. It wheezes, pushing its hands back against Hatred’s chest. They were never really equipped to fight properly.
“Wait, shit—!” Theo bolts over, wrapping his arms around Hero and trying to pull them away. He didn’t think it would truly escalate that quickly, or become so personal to them. “It’s all a huge misunderstanding, alright? Bane— it’s just being stupid—!”
Angie looks around frantically, spotting Archer already pushed up against the corner, curled into themself. She makes a defeated noise and approaches them carefully.
[Hatred vision had completed tunnelled, nothing else was happening except for the scene in front of it's eyes. It's entire focus was this single minded goal. At until Theo grabbed it]
[It struggled, Hatred wouldn't give up it didn't want to, why should it even! It thrashed and kicked against Theo trying and failing regain it's painful grip around Bane's neck. It wasn't very hard for Theo to pull Hatred away, despite their sheer determination their body was still pretty light. It continued to flail]
I HATE YOU! [It yelled towards Bane but it's words felt hollow just feeling angry while lacking any real, painful bite. It was defeated, angry to the point it was crying...]
“We all say that,” Theo grunts, holding it against his chest, trying to keep its arms from hitting him. “I get it, Bane did somethin’ stupid and wrong. We’ve all… we’ve had our fair share of things. Doesn’t mean this is all right.”
That hatred, known all too well by Theo, still ached in his chest. Even in his happiest moments, it still wrapped his heart in that subtle resentment. It was simply natural.
“You get to deserve things and want them, Hero, and we— we are allowed to be suspicious, given… everything. But this wasn’t the way to go. For all of us.”
LET GO! [Hatred sobbed out loudly as they thrashed against Theo, doing everything in their power to escape. But Theo managed to keep them restrained their hits really hurt but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with by now]
[After a few minutes of yelling, hitting, kicking and even a few attempts at biting it seemed to have ran out of steam] ii-itts not fairr.....
[Hatred weakly sobbed as it pulled it's knees closer trying and failing to hide it's face fully from view. It didn't want to be looked at or perceived like... this]
ww-why are y-you being soo... nice?? To... m-me? [It asked itself, it's shaky voice barely above a whisper, it really didn't understand these people. How Theo could still treat it with any amount of kindness even after it tried to kill one of his friends?]
"You don't think I haven't done the same to Bane myself?" Theo laughs weakly, sliding away awkwardly and starting to rub its back. They were practically one in the same, even if he didn't particularly understand just what was up with Hero. "I wasn't fully conscious doing it, but, eh."
He glances between his friends, exchanging a wary look with Archer, who seemed to be calming down already. At least things were settling, for the most part.
"I'm doin' it because I know what this is like- or, not exactly," he shrugged, "If I'm thinking about this right, you've lost that autonomy of yours, or that humanity or something, but it's just you being confused over your emotions. At least, that was the case for me."
[Hatred shuffled away from Theo, pulling their hood over their head as face as humanly possible to obscure their features. Hatred just stared at Theo really how can someone get everything right by picking wildly incorrect options?? It didn't get it]
You... you're c-close, it's... something like that........ [It paused, it's face twisting into surprise] W-waitt, have n-non of you... realised yet..? R-really..???
[Hatred chuckled weakly with small questioning tilt of the head. It was funny, it could guess from how Theo had just spoken. He didn't fully realise who or in this case what it was. It wasn't likely the others had either... had Bane's little stunt had really been for nothing????]
Theo makes a puzzled look, but Bane, who finally sat up, clears its throat. “You were close to figuring it out, but Hero is… almost an incarnation of Hatred. Much like your possession, Theo.”
The room fully stops, and Archer mumbled a weakened ‘what?’ from the corner.
“I had my suspicions,” Theo finally speaks up. “What else could explain this weird feeling I got around them? I felt the same with Builderman…”
“But, uh…” Angie whispered, a little quieter. “I thought we tamed Hatred? Isn’t it sealed inside of Theo and in here?”
I'm not yours. [Hatred states bluntly slowly bringing itself to it's feet] I mean... how'd you think there were two Ghostwalker's? Don't worry Angie, this worlds Hatred is still very much defeated..!
[It walked towards one of the Ghostwalker's picking it back up, clutching it securely in it's hands.] Unfortunately I don't know how to get back.
A shame really, I didn't even get to recover my first sword...
“That’s what you meant by bein’ lost…?” Archer mumbled to themself. “I mean, basically that’s right… shame about your sword, though…”
“Unfortunately, this issue is outside of our current scope.” Bane shrugged, rising to its feet. It stretches its neck, still sore from Hatred’s attack.
“So much for your pursuit of the forbidden knowledge,” Archer chuckled weakly before turning to Hero- Hatred? They hesitated for a moment, the words scrambling at the tip of their tongue.
On one hand, Archer was… alright with Hero. As a person. As ‘Hero’.
Hero was a funny guy, Archer thinks— and they’re a little weird sometimes, but they’re sure anyone could agree that, despite it all, they couldn’t even out-weird Archer themself.
On the other hand, ‘Hatred’ was now in the picture. Archer understood that it wasn’t the same, that somehow they are different, but the fear keeps on crawling back. Screaming in their head to run away. Its very presence seemed to amplify the things they’ve learned to calm— maybe it wasn’t yet ‘tamed’.
“But, uh… what actually happened to you, Hero? Is it like a uh, Theo situation? Possession… thing? Shadow of your true self?”
(thinking about how to write a ch3 event for these guys… maybe i’ll format it as a solo roleplay? with different focuses? idk)
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
-
“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred growled at Bane, how dare it accuse them of being the problem! It hadn't done anything to them or its friend, they wouldn't even be in this situation!]
OH REAL RICH CALLING ME THE PROBLEM, I haven't even done anything! I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!!
[IT was sick of Bane pushing and pushing and PUSHING that it was the villain, that this somehow was all it's fault! It'd been pushed too hard..... Hatred lunged at them without thinking, discarding their Ghostwalker as it dug it's fingers into Bane's neck trying to strangle the life out of them. If they wanted a villain they would get a villain!]
The two fell to the ground as Bane drops the Ghostwalker. It wheezes, pushing its hands back against Hatred’s chest. They were never really equipped to fight properly.
“Wait, shit—!” Theo bolts over, wrapping his arms around Hero and trying to pull them away. He didn’t think it would truly escalate that quickly, or become so personal to them. “It’s all a huge misunderstanding, alright? Bane— it’s just being stupid—!”
Angie looks around frantically, spotting Archer already pushed up against the corner, curled into themself. She makes a defeated noise and approaches them carefully.
[Hatred vision had completed tunnelled, nothing else was happening except for the scene in front of it's eyes. It's entire focus was this single minded goal. At until Theo grabbed it]
[It struggled, Hatred wouldn't give up it didn't want to, why should it even! It thrashed and kicked against Theo trying and failing regain it's painful grip around Bane's neck. It wasn't very hard for Theo to pull Hatred away, despite their sheer determination their body was still pretty light. It continued to flail]
I HATE YOU! [It yelled towards Bane but it's words felt hollow just feeling angry while lacking any real, painful bite. It was defeated, angry to the point it was crying...]
“We all say that,” Theo grunts, holding it against his chest, trying to keep its arms from hitting him. “I get it, Bane did somethin’ stupid and wrong. We’ve all… we’ve had our fair share of things. Doesn’t mean this is all right.”
That hatred, known all too well by Theo, still ached in his chest. Even in his happiest moments, it still wrapped his heart in that subtle resentment. It was simply natural.
“You get to deserve things and want them, Hero, and we— we are allowed to be suspicious, given… everything. But this wasn’t the way to go. For all of us.”
LET GO! [Hatred sobbed out loudly as they thrashed against Theo, doing everything in their power to escape. But Theo managed to keep them restrained their hits really hurt but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with by now]
[After a few minutes of yelling, hitting, kicking and even a few attempts at biting it seemed to have ran out of steam] ii-itts not fairr.....
[Hatred weakly sobbed as it pulled it's knees closer trying and failing to hide it's face fully from view. It didn't want to be looked at or perceived like... this]
ww-why are y-you being soo... nice?? To... m-me? [It asked itself, it's shaky voice barely above a whisper, it really didn't understand these people. How Theo could still treat it with any amount of kindness even after it tried to kill one of his friends?]
"You don't think I haven't done the same to Bane myself?" Theo laughs weakly, sliding away awkwardly and starting to rub its back. They were practically one in the same, even if he didn't particularly understand just what was up with Hero. "I wasn't fully conscious doing it, but, eh."
He glances between his friends, exchanging a wary look with Archer, who seemed to be calming down already. At least things were settling, for the most part.
"I'm doin' it because I know what this is like- or, not exactly," he shrugged, "If I'm thinking about this right, you've lost that autonomy of yours, or that humanity or something, but it's just you being confused over your emotions. At least, that was the case for me."
[Hatred shuffled away from Theo, pulling their hood over their head as face as humanly possible to obscure their features. Hatred just stared at Theo really how can someone get everything right by picking wildly incorrect options?? It didn't get it]
You... you're c-close, it's... something like that........ [It paused, it's face twisting into surprise] W-waitt, have n-non of you... realised yet..? R-really..???
[Hatred chuckled weakly with small questioning tilt of the head. It was funny, it could guess from how Theo had just spoken. He didn't fully realise who or in this case what it was. It wasn't likely the others had either... had Bane's little stunt had really been for nothing????]
Theo makes a puzzled look, but Bane, who finally sat up, clears its throat. “You were close to figuring it out, but Hero is… almost an incarnation of Hatred. Much like your possession, Theo.”
The room fully stops, and Archer mumbled a weakened ‘what?’ from the corner.
“I had my suspicions,” Theo finally speaks up. “What else could explain this weird feeling I got around them? I felt the same with Builderman…”
“But, uh…” Angie whispered, a little quieter. “I thought we tamed Hatred? Isn’t it sealed inside of Theo and in here?”
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
-
“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred growled at Bane, how dare it accuse them of being the problem! It hadn't done anything to them or its friend, they wouldn't even be in this situation!]
OH REAL RICH CALLING ME THE PROBLEM, I haven't even done anything! I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!!
[IT was sick of Bane pushing and pushing and PUSHING that it was the villain, that this somehow was all it's fault! It'd been pushed too hard..... Hatred lunged at them without thinking, discarding their Ghostwalker as it dug it's fingers into Bane's neck trying to strangle the life out of them. If they wanted a villain they would get a villain!]
The two fell to the ground as Bane drops the Ghostwalker. It wheezes, pushing its hands back against Hatred’s chest. They were never really equipped to fight properly.
“Wait, shit—!” Theo bolts over, wrapping his arms around Hero and trying to pull them away. He didn’t think it would truly escalate that quickly, or become so personal to them. “It’s all a huge misunderstanding, alright? Bane— it’s just being stupid—!”
Angie looks around frantically, spotting Archer already pushed up against the corner, curled into themself. She makes a defeated noise and approaches them carefully.
[Hatred vision had completed tunnelled, nothing else was happening except for the scene in front of it's eyes. It's entire focus was this single minded goal. At until Theo grabbed it]
[It struggled, Hatred wouldn't give up it didn't want to, why should it even! It thrashed and kicked against Theo trying and failing regain it's painful grip around Bane's neck. It wasn't very hard for Theo to pull Hatred away, despite their sheer determination their body was still pretty light. It continued to flail]
I HATE YOU! [It yelled towards Bane but it's words felt hollow just feeling angry while lacking any real, painful bite. It was defeated, angry to the point it was crying...]
“We all say that,” Theo grunts, holding it against his chest, trying to keep its arms from hitting him. “I get it, Bane did somethin’ stupid and wrong. We’ve all… we’ve had our fair share of things. Doesn’t mean this is all right.”
That hatred, known all too well by Theo, still ached in his chest. Even in his happiest moments, it still wrapped his heart in that subtle resentment. It was simply natural.
“You get to deserve things and want them, Hero, and we— we are allowed to be suspicious, given… everything. But this wasn’t the way to go. For all of us.”
LET GO! [Hatred sobbed out loudly as they thrashed against Theo, doing everything in their power to escape. But Theo managed to keep them restrained their hits really hurt but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with by now]
[After a few minutes of yelling, hitting, kicking and even a few attempts at biting it seemed to have ran out of steam] ii-itts not fairr.....
[Hatred weakly sobbed as it pulled it's knees closer trying and failing to hide it's face fully from view. It didn't want to be looked at or perceived like... this]
ww-why are y-you being soo... nice?? To... m-me? [It asked itself, it's shaky voice barely above a whisper, it really didn't understand these people. How Theo could still treat it with any amount of kindness even after it tried to kill one of his friends?]
"You don't think I haven't done the same to Bane myself?" Theo laughs weakly, sliding away awkwardly and starting to rub its back. They were practically one in the same, even if he didn't particularly understand just what was up with Hero. "I wasn't fully conscious doing it, but, eh."
He glances between his friends, exchanging a wary look with Archer, who seemed to be calming down already. At least things were settling, for the most part.
"I'm doin' it because I know what this is like- or, not exactly," he shrugged, "If I'm thinking about this right, you've lost that autonomy of yours, or that humanity or something, but it's just you being confused over your emotions. At least, that was the case for me."
I know you've already showed off Archer's model but do you think you could share the models for the others? I'm curious of what their fully bodies looks like
(here they are! i didn't do the backs because they're kinda unimportant for theo/bane)
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
-
“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred growled at Bane, how dare it accuse them of being the problem! It hadn't done anything to them or its friend, they wouldn't even be in this situation!]
OH REAL RICH CALLING ME THE PROBLEM, I haven't even done anything! I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!!
[IT was sick of Bane pushing and pushing and PUSHING that it was the villain, that this somehow was all it's fault! It'd been pushed too hard..... Hatred lunged at them without thinking, discarding their Ghostwalker as it dug it's fingers into Bane's neck trying to strangle the life out of them. If they wanted a villain they would get a villain!]
The two fell to the ground as Bane drops the Ghostwalker. It wheezes, pushing its hands back against Hatred’s chest. They were never really equipped to fight properly.
“Wait, shit—!” Theo bolts over, wrapping his arms around Hero and trying to pull them away. He didn’t think it would truly escalate that quickly, or become so personal to them. “It’s all a huge misunderstanding, alright? Bane— it’s just being stupid—!”
Angie looks around frantically, spotting Archer already pushed up against the corner, curled into themself. She makes a defeated noise and approaches them carefully.
[Hatred vision had completed tunnelled, nothing else was happening except for the scene in front of it's eyes. It's entire focus was this single minded goal. At until Theo grabbed it]
[It struggled, Hatred wouldn't give up it didn't want to, why should it even! It thrashed and kicked against Theo trying and failing regain it's painful grip around Bane's neck. It wasn't very hard for Theo to pull Hatred away, despite their sheer determination their body was still pretty light. It continued to flail]
I HATE YOU! [It yelled towards Bane but it's words felt hollow just feeling angry while lacking any real, painful bite. It was defeated, angry to the point it was crying...]
“We all say that,” Theo grunts, holding it against his chest, trying to keep its arms from hitting him. “I get it, Bane did somethin’ stupid and wrong. We’ve all… we’ve had our fair share of things. Doesn’t mean this is all right.”
That hatred, known all too well by Theo, still ached in his chest. Even in his happiest moments, it still wrapped his heart in that subtle resentment. It was simply natural.
“You get to deserve things and want them, Hero, and we— we are allowed to be suspicious, given… everything. But this wasn’t the way to go. For all of us.”
(woah! hey guys!! announcement!! with finals coming up for me, the next two weeks will be very busy. expect later response times as i will be prioritizing studying and personal rest. thanks!)
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
-
“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred growled at Bane, how dare it accuse them of being the problem! It hadn't done anything to them or its friend, they wouldn't even be in this situation!]
OH REAL RICH CALLING ME THE PROBLEM, I haven't even done anything! I WASN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING!!
[IT was sick of Bane pushing and pushing and PUSHING that it was the villain, that this somehow was all it's fault! It'd been pushed too hard..... Hatred lunged at them without thinking, discarding their Ghostwalker as it dug it's fingers into Bane's neck trying to strangle the life out of them. If they wanted a villain they would get a villain!]
The two fell to the ground as Bane drops the Ghostwalker. It wheezes, pushing its hands back against Hatred’s chest. They were never really equipped to fight properly.
“Wait, shit—!” Theo bolts over, wrapping his arms around Hero and trying to pull them away. He didn’t think it would truly escalate that quickly, or become so personal to them. “It’s all a huge misunderstanding, alright? Bane— it’s just being stupid—!”
Angie looks around frantically, spotting Archer already pushed up against the corner, curled into themself. She makes a defeated noise and approaches them carefully.
I lik 2 play and draw :D
“I love to play and draw too!”
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
-
“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
I DIDN'T TARGET ANYONE, YOU SELF-CENTRED RAT! [Hatred yelled, getting into Bane's face and clearly not listening to a word Theo had just said]
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST SAY IN DREAM WORLD FOREVER!
A-and didn't even know Archer was apart of your stupid little group until I was already in the hotel because someone here is overly vague and never bothered to tell me their names!
[It pointed an accusatory finger into Bane's chest, it's mouth twisted into a malicious smile as it's voice became something sickly sweet.] This is your fault, Creator.
Bane grits their teeth, making no move to fight back. “Why would I have informed you of their identities? I recognized you as a danger to us, whether that be in reality or in this domain.”
“Are you saying that you’ve met Hero before?” The commotion had forced the others out of their trances, and Angie stumbles to her feet. “How could you have—?”
But she then realizes, and laughs in disbelief. “I mean, what else could it have been? I knew none of you still trusted me, running off and everything…”
Why else could she have been feeling like this? That crushing suspicion that was more than just an inkling. Angie wasn’t supposed to feel like that anymore, but it was just spilling out.
“There… was no point in telling you all,” Bane murmured, turning its attention back to Hatred. “I didn’t think it would become such a problem.”
[Hatred fell, yelping as they clattered face down on the forest floor. Their Ghostwalker still clutched tightly in both hands. That had been a good few hours of trial and error but they were free from Dream World]
(Thanks SO much for the help, Bane.)
[It thought to itself sarcastically putting the Ghostwalker away it brushed the dirt from their pants. They looked around but it didn't recognise these woods.]
[It couldn't be Turitopulis this certainly wasn't a rain forest, but it also wasn't snowing either... maybe the meadows but it certainly wasn't a part they had ever seen before.]
[Luckly the forest wasn't all too dense meaning it was able to spot a blue blur moving energetically off in the distance. It approached quietly ducking behind a tree to watch. Maybe they could follow this individual to civilization?]
@ask-possessed-player
Archer glances down at their watch, bouncing up and down on their toes. It was far too early in the morning to be doing intense runs like this, but they really needed to clear their head.
Beads of sweat drip from their forehead, and they wipe it with a shaky huff. They didn’t mean to travel this far. Archer wasn’t even sure if they could make it back to the hotel before anyone noticed. Glancing down at their watch, they realize they didn’t have long until the early-risers would start getting up.
“Okay, this is great. Just.. really far away.” They scoff to themself. Genius plan, wasn’t it? Even after promising Angie they’d stop doing this. But who could blame them? This was the easiest way to keep their head screwed on right.
There was no choice but to head back now. Archer turns around, ready to start jogging, but a small movement catches their eyes.
It was still early, so it might’ve just been a trick of the light. Or maybe they were finally going crazy this time.
[Hatred shifted behind the tree, already feeling agitated. Following this person was their only route to a town yet it seemed more trouble then it was worth.]
[It grumbled something under it's breath only to look up and met the gaze of a very surprised Archer. All that added movement and noise seems to have alerted them]
[Neither moved for a very long, awkward moment. Slowly Hatred stepped out from behind the tree giving Archer an awkward wave as it spoke.]
Uh... Hello..?
"Oh- Heya! Didn't see you hiding."
Okay, well. They did see them hiding, but only just now. Archer really wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about, especially in a forest at the ungodly early hours of the morning. It was hardly even light out.
"What're you doing out here? Also runnin'? I didn't know people came so far out here, you know." Where did this guy even come from? Archer's been to many places by now, but they didn't exactly dress like the 'regular person'.
[Ah right. They needed a valid reason to be this deep in the woods, they stood there much like a deer in headlights before managing to think of something]
I was just... out on stroll and I got lost... I have no idea how to get back... maybe you could be of service?
[Hatred smiled trying to seem nice and totally not suspicious but it was very clearly not working as well as they'd hope considering the way Archer was staring.]
[Something about them felt wrong. Maybe the ominous shadows covering half their face? Lack of facial expression? The red eyes Archer swears they've seen somewhere before? They can't put their finger on it... maybe it's still just too early.]
"Lost? Out here? On a stroll?!" Archer squints at the Robloxian across from them. How does someone manage to wander off into a forest on a casual walk? "That's gotta be really rough, but yeah, I'll take ya back to a nearby village."
Nearby was an overstatement. The village they were staying at was well over an hour away, and that's at Archer's sprinting speeds.
"You sure you're not from anywhere nearby here?" They raised an eyebrow, looking over the other a couple times. Really reminded them of Theo, at least the a-couple-months-ago version of him. Maybe it was just the red eyes.
Red... eyes. Come to think of it, the only time they've ever seen Theo with red eyes was during and after-
Archer slaps that thought away. That's too far in the past by now, and at least they're mostly over what happened. And like, hundreds of people have red eyes. It was perfectly reasonable for a regular Robloxian to have red eyes.
No, I'm uh- not from here I'm- just a traveller. Seeing the sites and going place to place... that stuff.
[It rattled off it's clunky explanation of a 'backstory' as they walked, the lack of planning time was really throwing Hatred off. If only they had thought of something sooner luckily it knows a traveller that be used as backstory fuel]
[It shifted the subject, best to not dig itself any deeper in this hole]
That's enough about me what about you? Why are you out here, what is your name?
"That's pretty crazy, 'cause I'm a traveler too! Or, I travel with my friends a lot. We're kind of just out and about right now," Archer pats their palm against the other's back and chuckles. "But I'm Archer. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no good at archery like that."
They clicked their tongue at the other question, hesitating. Running into a forest far from home wasn't the most believable explanation. "Ah, y'know. Just joggin' around. Getting those morning workouts in. Keeps me sharp for the rest of the day."
Archer continues their subtle observation over the person as they talked. They claimed to be a traveler, yet they weren't carrying anything for campouts... not even necessities like food and water. Just breezing through a forest with no supplies at all? It would make sense if they were staying somewhere and left it all there, but still. Nobody rawdogs anything as a traveler. Not even strolls.
People in the past are truly strange.
Oh? You travel too? [It looked Archer up and down a few times really taking in their appearance] Yes that does seem to check out, My name is Hero. [It said mentioning it's name in an off-handed manner]
[It rolled it's eyes at Archer excuse, it was as flimsy as their own. If a stroll hadn't seemed to make sense, why would a run make anymore sense? People are weird. Hatred continued to speak, it needed to at least figure out where it had ended up.]
So what are you and your friends doing in the area? Just looking around?
"Hero, huh? You must be quite the savior, then," Archer jokes. "Would've been quite the help up in the Trinity."
They nodded with a slight shrug. "That's about right. Kind of just resting up after doing some... community service. We're kind of tight, you know? So we kinda stick together through everything."
Not like they really had any other choice, anyway. Who ever knew whenever Shedletsky would call in about another sword? Plus, Archer loved the company.
Their gaze trails down to a sword- a sword?! The guy was carrying nothing but a sword? Archer pauses in their words. Hero was... a lot weirder than they originally thought.
"Uh... but yeah. I would assume you're also lookin' around. Even if there isn't really much to do here." They keep their observations to themself for now. It was probably just... a personal reason. Yeah.
I wouldn't call myself a savior, from what you've said I'd imagine the title fits you and your friends much better... Ironically I wouldn't really consider myself the 'hero type'...
[Archer could help but look over them again, they were also wearing a small, black backpack and that sword. It looked strangely worn yet still unused? Like it had been used for combat once upon a time but eventually it had become a mare decoration]
...What town is closest to us anyways? I'm not exactly great at remembering place names.
“Aw, come on. Anyone can be a hero. Sounds sappy, but it’s better than just trying to run away all the time, if you get what I mean.”
They stared at Hero’s backpack again. Maybe they were carrying something, albeit not that much. Not enough to be traveling for multiple days.
“We’re near uh… damn, I’m blanking…” Archer taps their chin. “It wasn’t like, C... Cr… Crater-something? Along those lines.”
Archer did in fact know what the village was, but.. to think a traveler wouldn’t know the towns nearby, despite being in a forest… alone. On a stroll. You had to come from some place, where you started that stroll.
It was a little suspicious, to be honest.
They’re also realizing that eye contact with Hero was… uncomfortable. Somehow. It was a nagging feeling in their gut, and Archer always knew to trust that.
“You, eh… pack light, huh?” They gesture towards Hero’s backpack.
["Anyone can be a hero." Hatred stood there taking in those words... Could it really..?-]
Yes, I don't like carrying much with me.
[It was clear from the way Archer was staring, Hatred had been doing a pretty bad job at pretending. Well and truly they were suspicious from head to toe, it thought trying to figure out a way to get itself back to just normal weirdo territory]
I am sorry that I'm unnerving you so greatly Archer. [It came out more deadpan and flat then Hatred seemed to realise]
“Uh…”
What’s with that sudden change in tone? Archer wasn’t being that obvious, were they?
“Nah, it’s good, just… you kinda remind of… something. Sorry if it was rude or anythin’.”
They really didn’t like that flat tone of theirs. Not in a way where it was annoying, but it set off a series of alarms in Archer’s head. It reminded them too much of Angie’s slow spirals in the Dream World. Of Bane’s quiet descent into its guilt, and Theo’s… unnerving behaviors that aligned a little too closely with Hero now.
And they really didn’t like that association.
“It’s nothing, though. You know, never know who you might run into, yeah?” They realize their hand is shaking and shoves it into their pocket. “Gotta be safe around here.”
Ah- I... I understand.
[Is this how off-putting people usually found it? They don't think so, it knew it could be uncomfortable to be around but this was different than just being uncomfortable. Archer was scared]
You're shaking. [Hatred pointed out matter of factly]
If you're concerned about me a danger don't be. We're the only two people for who knows how long, hurting you would just be silly of me.
[...That really didn't help it seems.]
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”
They still sounded unsure, and it didn’t absolve the uncomfortable air around Hero. It was more than just a nervous knot in their stomach now. It was oppressive, and Archer couldn't ignore the inherent urge to run away. Something in their body was screaming at them to do it, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"You're right. Sorry, just... it's morning, and y'know... I get kinda jittery in the morning. Especially after runs. Guess my body is too excited-!" Archer laughs off the trembling, but the excuse was feeble. Rather than trying to convice Hero, it sounded like they were trying to convince themself more.
Uh huh. [Hatred nodded as it shot Archer an amused smile.]
[The pair continued to walk an uncomfortable, awkward silence stretching between them as they progressed, it could feel the tension building in the air and Hatred decided that it was their job to break it.]
How about you talk while we walk hm? Tell me about your friends perhaps? It could help with your anxieties.
[Anything would be better then remaining in this painfully awkward quiet.]
“My friends, right!” Archer lets out a sigh of relief. “As I said before, we’re really close. We travel together a lot, go places, fight together…”
“Safe to say that they’re kind of my ride or dies! We’ve all seen the worst parts of each other, and we’re still stuck like glue. Even if it wasn’t so easy at first to come out of that.” They shrugged, thinking back on the first few weeks after the Ghostwalker. Nobody could talk to anybody, and it was a whole lot of walking on eggshells until Bane finally put its foot down and started a conversation.
“Like one of them, they’re kind of mysterious, but turns out it’s just harboring all this guilt,” Archer gestures vaguely. Probably a bad idea to go too deep into all of that. “But um, I’d hate to let any of them down.
They knew that was hypocritical to say— running away like this was just the thing they said they’d stop doing. “Guess I’m just scared of their reactions and… that kinda thing? Catching my drift?”
No. I don't honestly. [That was the most honest they'd been this entire conversation, it could wrap it's head around the surface level concept being presented but how was it even supposed truly grasp such a concept when friendship itself was foreign?]
In truth I've never had... friends. So I am quite unfamiliar with your experiences.
[How could something like it ever have a thing like friends? It was Hatred, the others never liked it and it only had shallow acquaintances by associate of taking someone life.]
[It had never minded this lack of friendship before seeing it as a waste of time but seeing how happy they made Archer. It made them jealous, it hadn't expected that...]
“Damn, really? That must really suck,” Archer rubs the back of their head awkwardly. “I mean, since I’m taking you to the village we’re staying at, I could always introduce you to them. I think you’d get along with Theo or somethin’. You remind me of him.”
The fact that Hero reminded them of Theo wasn’t as good as they were framing it to be. Of course, they were still being genuine about the possibility of them getting along, but it was more than that. Archer hadn’t forgotten the unsettling feeling they got around them.
Discomfort coils up their chest again, this time a lot more prominent. It was finally beginning to take root, and Archer did not welcome this unpleasant feeling.
It wasn’t like the idea of Hero being similar to Theo was that scary, but Archer was good at gut feelings. Like, it’s always protected them from danger, in one way or another.
[Get introduced to Archer's friends? They hadn't even considered that a possibility, but it did sound... kinda nice to be in the company of people especially in the low stakes environment set out to them.]
Sure, I've got time on my hands at the moment. Meeting your friends sounds... nice.
[Hatred smiled, internally amused by Archer's comparison with it and this Theo person. Poor Archer didn't even know how badly they'd just insulted their friend]
Do you think we're almost there?
[Hatred mumbled to itself feeling ever so giddy at the idea of this 'friendship']
“I think so. The surroundings are starting to look a lot more familiar. Or maybe we’re going in circles.” Archer chuckles. “Joking. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be getting there soonish.”
They grin back at Hero. “Yeah, it’ll be fun. They’re a good bunch. Maybe a little weird, but still fun.”
The two continued their walk for a while longer, and Archer squints into the distance. A building. They remember passing it by before they started spiraling.
“Oh yeah, we’re coming up on it.” Guess they severely overestimated how far away they actually were. That’s what those hazes do to you. Stretches time out. Wow, they really needed to stop doing those morning runs.
[The pair stepped out from the tree line re-entering the quiet little village. It was cute, small and entirely unfamiliar to Hatred, it seems like their creator had never visited here after all.]
[As the pair came up towards the hotel Hatred gestured for Archer to go in first]
After you. [It said standing with polite posture just behind the other. First impressions usually were everything after all]
“Aw, thanks, you’re too polite!”
Archer leads Hero up to their room, fumbling for the keys before finally pushing the door open.
The space was a little larger than the average hotel room, but it was still humble. Nothing incredibly fancy.
It was quiet inside, and Archer lets out a loud sigh of relief. They turn and whisper-shout to Hero. “Ohmygod, thank the Spawn. It was about to get really messy if anyone was—”
One of the floorboards down the hall creaks, and Archer’s face genuinely pales.
“Nice to see you’re finally up early.” A new voice, a little groggy, comes from down the hall.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Archer groans, but a smile returns back to their face. “Theo! Woah! Wasn’t expecting you to be up! I brought a pal over, since they were lost and stuff.”
They take Hero by the wrist and leads them through the dim room, guiding them to the other. “This is uh, Hero! From somewhere! Didn’t really tell me!”
[Ah well- they were certainly being thrusted into this situation far faster than they had anticipated, they weren't ready yet! Hatred stood there in silence, just staring at Theo before offering a nervous wave]
Uh- Hello... and Good morning..?
[It said it's tone overly polite as it shifted to be behind Archer, it wasn't really ready to be the centre of discussion yet. It really wasn't sure how to proceed correctly either...]
Archer smiles sheepishly from behind, only to be returned an exasperated stare from the other. Theo didn’t necessarily have a problem with people being invited over, but it was… really early.
And plus, he wasn’t used to it happening. Collecting the swords was a… closed job, for the most part, so they’ve only ever met people associated with the missions Shedletsky sent them on— with the exception of Kyoko.
“Hey, good to meet you, Hero.” He flashes a tired but polite smile. “I hope they weren’t givin’ you any trouble.”
He gives Hero a quick look-over.
There’s the weird fashion choice, obviously. Dressed a little too differently from everyone else in the time period— or maybe the trends were evolving? Angie might know something about that.
And then, the other… notable feature. It’s visible even in the dark, which is… shocking.
“You’ve got eyes like mine.” He flicks the ceiling light on to a low setting and gestures to his face.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that!” Archer skids between them, glancing between the two. “Except yours are a lot more faded, since we’re no longer in—”
“Shut up.” Theo grunts, glaring at Archer with a ‘why-would-you-say-that’ look. He turns back to Hero. “They’re just saying whatever. It’s cool though.”
But now that Archer actually mentioned it… Theo basically had the same shade in the Dream World, and for about a week after it. His gaze quickly diverts from Hero’s eyes.
Oh! ...Indeed we do, that is quite cool.
[Hatred's eyes glowed? That was a first, but it certainly wasn't an unwelcome realization. As They and Theo had agreed, it was pretty cool... thinking about it now, were these the heroes of this world? It would certainly check out from the info it had but that also meant Bane would be floating around, that could become an issue...]
[Hopefully Bane isn't a snitch.] So... what now? Do we have like... breakfast or..?
Archer nodded. "Ehh.. sort of. It's a hotel, so there isn't really anything amazing that we can actually cook. I'll go check and see if Angie and Bane are awake, so we can go out and get something!"
They dashed away, footsteps fading. Once they were gone, Theo turns towards Hero, his expression dropping just slightly.
"So," He says, crossing his arms. "It's kind of rare for Robloxians to have red eyes, you know. What city did you come from?"
Hero was... suspicious to him. From the very moment he met them, he could tell that something was off. Whether that was the unsettling aura or the faint familiarity Theo felt when he saw them.
Archer's comment even solidified it for him. Sure, even someone like Brad had red eyes, but those were neon, not muted and empty. And Theo was very familiar with that shade of red. He saw it reflected in himself, in the 'Builderman'. It's a very... rare coincidence.
[Hatred didn't flinch at the sudden accusation, it had already long since picked up on the subtle hostility between them. Still how to answer such a question? It had so meny wrong answers...
...Frankly it's non of your business. [Was the answer Hatred finally picked, still dressed up several layers of empty politeness, trying to mask the slight hostility creeping into it's voice]
[That answer felt like the only right one it didn't relive the suspicion but it also didn't anything to drive him deeper in the right direction.]
“Right, none of my business, sure.” His eyes narrow. “Look, maybe I trust Archer to not make stupid choices, but we’ve had a fair nasty experiences with people we thought we could trust.”
Theo retains his glare, the look in his eyes hard and cautious. He could be overstepping, making a bad impression, but he couldn’t let something like this slip by.
“I just hope you won’t end up like—”
“Hey! You guys done over there?” Archer calls from down the hall. They peek from around the corner, followed by two others. “We gotta held out before it gets too crowded.”
“Hm. Yeah, we are.” Theo shoots Hero a pointed look before starting towards the group. “You’re coming, right!”
[Hatred nods, it stays near the back of the group beside Bane ironically enough. It took this opportunity to shoot Bane a very serious "Don't you dare say a WORD" look. Bane definitely saw but it doesn't acknowledge the look it had been given]
[Hatred stays quiet, listening to the group as they talk amongst themselves]
When Bane first saw them, it had completely frozen over.
Just hours ago, it had barely escaped the grasp of another Hatred, only for the very same one to be dragged right into the party’s morning outing— and by Archer, of all people.
It managed to hide their identity, deciding that, based on Archer’s excitement, it would be a horrible idea to reveal that they’ve just brought Hatred incarnate into their home.
Bane wonders if anyone else had noticed. In retrospect, it was a little obvious, given the nature of the one who named themself ‘Hero’— which it thought was an ironic name itself— but everyone seemed alright with their company, and they weren’t hurting anyone.
Or so it hoped.
-
“Okay, we can go…” Angie glances between two stalls, squinting at the menus taped to each post. “Mm, there really isn’t anything we haven’t tried yet…”
She realizes that they’ve stayed in this village for far too long— and it was supposed to be a laid-back one! She liked the slow life, but when your life was made up of finishing quests, you’re bound to get a little bored of normality.
Then, she perks up, turning and pointing towards Hero. “Why don’t you choose? You’re technically our guest, and it’ll be our treat! Plus, must be your first time here, so you’ve got to try all the local dishes.”
[Hatred who at this point had been mostly zoning out and listening to the passive conversations around them, jumped a little as Angie addressed them directly. It pointed towards itself more than a little caught off guard]
Me really?? I- uh alright let's see......
[It hadn't really tried much food, and there was also so meny options that it was honestly a slightly overwhelming decision to simply be thrusted upon it... what even categorised food as 'Breakfast' anyways??]
Uh- This one??? [It said pointing at the word 'soup' on the menu with a nervous smile]
“Soup for breakfast? Haven’t done that since we were in Blackrock!” She says excitedly, taking Hero by the wrist and leading them closer to the stall. “Pick whichever one, don’t worry about the prices.”
While Angie and Hero glanced over the different options, Bane and Archer observed from behind.
-
“Nice to know we finally know someone outside of the sword business, huh?” Archer remarked, slinging an arm over the other’s shoulders. “I mean, that would make two now: Kyoko and Hero.”
Bane hesitates. Archer was… not exactly right. Hatred— or, Hero now, was anything but ‘outside of sword business’. And it even found its way out of the Dream World…
“Yes. They’re… a refreshing, new face in our busy lives. You and Angie seem to get along well with them.”
“I mean, good for her, especially, right? The more people she knows, the better.” They say knowingly.
[Hatred smiled as Angie dragged them closer to the stall. For once it was a genuinely happy smile, even with over half the group being unsettled by them. They still felt as if they belonged here, it was only bittersweetened by the fact this could last forever.]
[Hatred ignored the thought turning towards Angie, asking her with genuine delight]
Well out of the selection what would you recommend? I'm don't exactly have a well versed palate.
“Hmmm,” Angie ponders for s moment. “I think the tomato-basil is really good. A classic, too! I usually get it, but there are also some spicier options if you’re into that.”
She calls the stand owner and orders one. Hero was pretty sweet! Honestly, she was expecting them to be a little crazy, given Archer’s personality, but they were pretty much the complete opposite.
“So, how’d you meet Archer?” She asked, trying to create small talk.
[Hatred nodded as Angie spoke, making it 110% clear they were paying full attention, they eventually opted for a slightly spicier version of the tomato-basil she had recommended. That slight kick sounded quite appealing]
Oh right- well, Archer was on a 'morning run' and I simply happened to stumble upon them. I was a little lost at the time so I'm quite lucky to have run into them..!
[Hatred smiled awkwardly as it retold the events, even if it was just them bending the truth slightly it still made them feel kinda... bad? Would that be the word for it?]
Angie hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her mouth.
“They were on a morning run?” Her expression retained its friendliness, but concern had started to bubble in her eyes. That was awfully early for a run in the mornings.
Archer had promised her that they wouldn’t try running off whenever those nightmares came back. She reassured them that they could trust everyone and talk, but… did they not trust her?
Maybe she was overthinking it too much. She should probably just forget about it. Archer was… they were getting a lot better recently. She hoped.
“That’s… rare for them.” She sighs, but flashes a relieved smile. It’s a little tight, but still genuine enough to not be rude. “But I’m glad they found you! Must’ve been hard, huh? The pathways to these villages are always kind of weird, hard to follow.”
Ah- so going on a run into the woods at dawn isn't normal? I never would've guessed.
[Hatred chuckled to itself, finding it's relatively innocent yet sarcastic jab towards Archer maybe a little too funny. It's giggles slowly as it spoke up again.]
This village is nice though, even with it's confusing pathways. It very... homey, I'd say.
[Hatred fell quiet for moment, it's eyes absentmindedly scanning Angie up and down. It wanted to try striking the nail with the friendship hammer pretty hard after all!]
Soo... What about you? Tell me a bit about yourself. I'd love to learn more.
“Oh! Uhm, well, I’m an artist! Or I used to be, before I started… traveling a lot more.” She explained, quickly picking up the ready soup and dropping some tix into the stall owner’s palm. “I did a bunch of commission work for gam— portraits. I really miss it, though.”
In fact, Angie still yearned for that part of her life. Going on these quests were fun, sure, but… she had a life going for her in the present. In Modern Bizville. It felt selfish to think that way, but it was her life. She hardly had the time to do any art now.
“Your life can get turned around so suddenly. And I… I appreciate them,” she glanced over at the others, and her jaw clenches a little. “But I…”
Angie paused, before shaking her head. She can’t just say those things! That’s exactly what Hatred had used against her. She was supposed to be over all of this by now.
“Oh, never mind. Point is, I guess I’m turning over a new leaf!”
[Hatred nodded, staying entirely quiet as Angie spoke. It just ate it's soup and listened. It tasted good, she certainly had good taste in food and the kick from the spice just made it extra good. Once Hatred was such she had finished it spoke]
It's okay to be angry you know. [It began with a calm smile] You so obviously resent your current position, so why not be upset about it? It's your right after all.
[It spoke of this anger in such a weird matter of fact, calm way. Like it was just the most obvious correct response to her situation in the whole world. It was equally comfortable and uncomfortable to hear all at the same time...] ..I bet your art is lovely
“I… yeah. I mean, I used to be mad about it. So much that it hurt them,” Angie mumbled, cringing at the memory of the Dream World. Consumed by those horrible feelings, sinking into her own personal void. “I kept pushing them away for a while, thinking that being alone would heal me, but I was really wrong.”
Hero was… a little right. It was okay to be angry, but she didn’t want to hold it against her friends. None of this was anyone’s fault.
She wondered if they felt the same, at some point in their life.
“But… thank you,” she smiled, a little brighter. “Always good to have another opinion on this. You feel the same sometimes?”
[It blinked at her momentarily pausing as it tried to think of an answer]
...Yes, I do... Although I think our responses to our turmoils are quite different, you've gone down a route of solitude while I've picked a much more...... violent path.
[Hatred eyes drifted down towards their half eaten soup, trying to avoid Angie's soft gaze. When they put it like that... it was sad wasn't it, being alone due to ones own actions. Maybe they had more in common with it then they could've ever realised......]
“Hmm, you could say that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, though! I think everyone goes through these things all the time,” Angie waved her hand a little. “It’s a natural part of being human.”
Going down a route of solitude… never thought she’d hear words like that again.
“Maybe you’ve noticed, or not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” She gestures over to Theo in the distance, waiting with the other two. “I guess you and him have this similar vibe. He struggled with a sort of ‘violent path’, for a little while. But he healed from it! I’m sure you can, too.”
[Hatred stared at her completely deadpan mostly because it had no idea what it was even supposed to say. It's Hatred itself how could it ever hope to improve or overcome what it is at it's core? It stared at her unsure before giving her a small nod. She was trying her best even if she could never truly understand.]
...T-Thank you... Should we maybe group back up with the others now? They seem to be wait for us.
“Right, oh my gosh, got too engrossed in our conversation.” She instinctively takes Hero by the arm and drags them both to the rest of the group.
They were all seated at a table, leaving two empty spots for Angie and Hero. She takes the one beside Archer, leaving the only other one across from Bane, who stared intensely at… ‘Hero’.
“We got some of the soup from that stall,” she points in the general direction. Angie says cheerfully, “And kinda talked for a bit! Hero’s pretty interesting once you get to know them a little.”
“I would assume so,” Bane comments, still keeping a heavy gaze on Hero. “They seem to have quite the mysterious origins. Theo tells me that they didn’t even tell him what city they were from.”
[Hatred was frankly glaring daggers into Bane as they spoke, all it wanted was for Bane to be quiet and just let it have this. It just wanted to keep playing this game of pretend until it headed home, was that really so much to ask?]
I don't need to share such information if I don't want too...
[It said flatly curling slightly into itself as it used it's words as a flimsy, half-hearted defence against Bane's accusatory tone. If it would only just back down.......]
“Eh, I don’t really mind, doesn’t actually matter in the long run.” Archer sighs, waving a hand at Bane. “Why so pushy, anyway?”
It pauses, weighing their options. It wouldn’t make sense to let the shoe drop on everyone else now, but it was pretty sure that Theo was well aware by now.
“I was not being pushy. I was only making an observation about Hero.”
“Okay, maybe all of y’all get this weird feeling around them, sure, but it’s all probably just the stress from the Heights!”
“… Yeah, like that’s a reasonable explanation.” Theo grunts, and Archer smacks the back of his head.
“Don’t even worry about those two, they’re just bein’ weird,” they laugh nervously, turning to Hero with a grin. “Seriously, we don’t actually mind anything.”
[Hatred was frankly a little dumbstruck! They had expected truly expected the worst. For them to be outed, for everything to violently and painfully explode in their face. Archer rushing to their defence was genuinely something Hatred never would have ever considered. They were speechless.]
Oh uh-... I- okay. [It managed quietly nodding it's head and giving Archer one awkward thumbs up, the surprise was written all over it's face. How long would this all last before it finally blew up???]
[God it had never been so wanted and unwelcome in a place before...]
“I mean, I admit, not the most settling vibe,” Angie considered, thinking back on the earliest moments with Hero. She admits that, at least in the beginning, she was a tiiiiny bit suspicious of them. “I think it’s just the mystery. It’s not like, well, you know.”
Theo raises a brow, unconvinced. She was talking about Builderman. “And why compare Hero to that? Compare them to me, by extension?”
She pauses, glancing between Hero and the other. Angie understands the implication behind those words, but… that’s a low possibility. Very low. Or she hoped.
“Don’t just say that,” she sighs. “That’s behind us, and it’s over.”
“I’m just sayin’, if you put two and two together…” But Angie quickly stops him.
“We’ll talk about that later! They’re pretty nice, alright? Genuinely!”
You keep acting like I'm going to do something bad......
[Hatred suddenly started, their harsh, intense gaze intent upon Bane and Theo. Mostly Theo, it didn't take a genius to figure out why Bane stared at them like that. It continued it's calm smile beginning to strain]
Am I not allowed to be nice? Am I really just some... unforgivable sin to you both?
[It was impossible to deny the anger in their voice, they were sick of being the accused! Could they not just be ignored..? Hated from a distance..?]
“You could say that, yeah,” He glares at Hero with scrutiny, ignoring Archer’s gaping expression. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly something we had a good experience with in the past— I’m sure you know exactly what I mean.”
“Hey, that’s a huge accusation to be making about them! We’re the only ones who know about that world—“ Archer starts nervously, trying to hold Theo back. Deep in their eyes, a subtle fear could be recognized. “They haven’t done anything to us yet.“
“I was hoping that you all could’ve seen it by now. At least, come to terms with your uncertainties,” Bane cuts in, its hand moving to the Ghostwalker at its hip. “I would only like you two to see the truth— wouldn’t you agree, ‘Hero’?”
No.....
[It bluntly said it's smile fully dropping as it looked at Bane, it felt like it was in trouble. In trouble for a crime it hadn't even committed to these people! It balled it's hands into tight fists, shrinking backwards into it's seat uncomfortably. It hated this.]
[It had gotten too much in it's own head, it hadn't paid attention to the Ghostwalker now clutched in Bane's hand. It's eyes widened it's mouth gaping open like a fish, it didn't even have time to ask or fully react before Bane used it.]
Angie's stare darts between Hero, Bane, and then down to the Ghostwalker, to which she startles up in her seat. "Wait, waitwait! Not in public-!?"
"If not now, then when? This opportunity will slip from our grasp," Bane replies calmly. It clutches the ghostly sword in its hand, raising it. "Rest assured, I do not mean to hurt any of us. This is simply meant to... clear any misconceptions."
In almost an instant moment, the surroundings of the market started to dissipate into black, and Archer yells something, their voice turning muffled within the growing void. The group falls down the endless dark until finally- they crash into the groundless surface of the Dream World.
[Everyone other then Bane had a less than graceful landing when they hit the floor, Hatred especially slamming face down as they tumbled into a familiar house. It recovered quickly, stumbling back to it's feet. Their eyes scanned the group a defeated look on it's face, if the others were anything like Bane it wouldn't take them long to see the truth of what it really is...]
Are you happy with yourself..? [It mumbled it's stare moving towards Bane glaring daggers into them, if looks could kill. Bane would be dead plenty times over.]
“Dude, Bane, what the hell…” Archer groans, rubbing the spot where they hit their head. They ended up tangled with Angie and Theo, the mass of bodies slowly twisting away from each other. “You know, if you really wanted to have a private conversation, you didn’t have to leave Hero up in reali—”
A shudder crawls up their spine, and Archer clutches their head as incoherent voices whisper into their ear. It wasn’t actually there, but— this wasn’t supposed to happen anymore. Theo’s hatred had long calmed down, no longer causing such severe side effects.
They whipped their head towards the source and sputtered in shock.
Hero, standing right there, perfectly okay in the Dream World, which should only really exist to the group.
“How the fu—”
“—Believe me, I do not take enjoyment in this,” Bane responds to Hero, sheathing the Ghostwalker. “This is simply for our own good. The deception cannot continue any longer.”
[Hatred continued to silently stare, it's fist balled up so tightly they'd turned white. It deserved this for all it was, for it's niceness to be spat back at it with such vitriol]
Was what I was doing really so wrong..?
[It asked itself sounding like it was trying not to scream, it tillted it's head towards Archer and Angie. It watched as Archer visible flinched back and Angie stared at it with a distant look it knew all too well... it wanted to punch Bane until they stopped.]
[Instead it wearily drew it's own Ghostwalker, holding it with shaking hands as it glared hateful dagger into two of the four.]
“How do you have the Ghostwalker—?” Theo starts, but Bane cuts in sternly.
“Hiding your identity, knowing our circumstances— yes, I believe that it was wrong,” its tone, though angry, is laced with guilt. Bane could accuse Hatred all hey wanted, but were they in the right for this themself? “Leaving the Dream World and targeting my companions is something I can’t forgive.”
“Bane, how are you not questioning that?”
“We have… other priorities.”
“I’m pretty sure a second Ghostwalker is very important,” Theo wracked his head for a moment. Everything was happening too fast for him. “And… the others. We have to remember what comes first, remember? We could be… overthinking this?”
He admits, he was highly suspicious of Hero. But he saw himself in them too much, just their subtle behaviors. It set him off, seeing almost another version of himself, without any support systems.
“Please put those away.” He sighs, glancing between Hero and Bane. “Can’t really do anything in here.”
