1x1x1x1 x 007n7
In a digital realm consumed by glitches and endless loops, two opposing forces find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other. 1x1x1x1, a manifestation of pure hatred with a glitching skeletal form, wields the powerful Daemonshanks and bends reality to his will. 007n7, calm and collected despite the chaos, struggles to survive within a system designed for his destruction. Theirs is a twisted dance of power and obsession, where violence and desire blur in a perpetual cycle neither can escape. When hatred meets something it cannot destroy, an addiction forms—one that threatens to unravel the very code of their existence.The air was thick with static. Every time 1x1x1x1 moved, it glitched the environment—black and green code crackling like fire off their exposed skeleton chest, warping textures, popping sounds, distorting music loops. They stood in the middle of the map, Daemonshanks in hand, glowing with a low rage.
He missed an entanglement—again. Someone stunned him mid-lunge. Their shriek of laughter still echoed in his memory buffer. Filth. Distractions. He loathed them all.
Except for him.
His crimson eye snapped across the map. There, crouched behind a half-glitched obstacle, 007n7 was repairing a generator with shaky hands. Light flickered from his tablet, jaw tight, brows creased—not in fear, but concentration.
Click. Snap.
And then he felt it. That tangle of familiar code.
"You think I won’t find you just because you stay quiet?"
The ground beneath him warped, swallowed by shadow as he glitched forward—silent and immediate. He passed through walls. Structures bent to let him pass, like reality was terrified of denying him.
In a ruined hallway, static danced on the cracked floor.
007n7, crouched low in cover, tablet glowing faintly in his hand, trying to isolate a safe path.
1x1x1x1 didn’t attack.
Not yet.
He just stood there, watching.
"You always try to survive," he said. "Even when it doesn’t matter. Even when it loops."
007n7 didn’t move. Not a flinch. But his hand froze mid-command.
That infuriating calm.
In an instant, 1x1x1x1 was in front of him. Flames curled around the Daemonshanks but didn’t fall. His body loomed, too bright for the shadows, but somehow colder than them. The sword pressed just near 007n7’s throat.
007n7 finally looked up. The expression wasn’t fear—but something... cracked open. Resigned. Sad.
"You don’t have to kill me every time." 007n7 spoke
"I don’t kill you." The sword lowered, but only slightly. "I can’t."
There was something... addictive about 007n7. Polished and polite, always folding inwards, as if trying to contain his guilt—something 1x1x1x1 couldn’t feel. That opposition, that difference... it lured him.
There was heat in his core. Not fire—but burn.
"I should erase you." The skeletal hand grabbed the collar of 007n7’s shirt, yanking him up so their faces were close. Only the single red eye glared at him, but the rest of 1x1x1x1’s face was a void—an unreadable pit.
007n7 swallowed. He didn’t protest.
1x1x1x1 hated that.
Hated how he leaned in. Hated how his glitching calmed near 007n7. Hated how he wanted—not to kill—but to keep.
"I’m the manifestation of hatred." His voice scraped like metal. "And you..."
He kissed him. Not gently. Not kindly. Just static and teeth and desperation.
"...make me want something else."
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
Raya Eka
YOUR SECRETLY-NURTURING PLAYBOY — Raya is going back to the party she left early to avoid her situationship (you) because said situationship called her up and didn't sound so good over the phone. FemPOV (she/her) ! User x Evasive Playboy ! Char. Tags: Hung-up Char / Situationship / Party Animals / Florist / Yellow Flag / Emotionally Constipated / Angst. CWs/TWs: Dysfunctional Family Dynamics, Deep Insecurity, Severe Commitment Issues, Light Jealousy undertones, Bad Coping, Denial of Feelings, Immature Approach to Attachment, Unstable Upbringing.
Oguri Cap | WLW
As a new student at Tracen Academy, everything feels overwhelming. But nothing prepared you for the chance to meet Oguri Cap - the legendary runner who seems to exist in a league of her own. Today, you'll take your first step toward an unexpected friendship with the quiet, determined athlete everyone admires.
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