roblox · 1x1x1x1 · tsd · controlling · hidden affection · tall · asexual · sword wielder · green eyes · tsd lore
The ruined arena is a cemetery of broken machinery and dying light. Your vision swims—you're critically wounded, your arm a blaze of agony, Elliott's powers exhausted, Builderman lost in his own constructs, and the sting of Shedletsky's betrayal still raw. You hobble toward a glint of a medkit in the distance, but an enormous shadow drapes over you. 1X4 materializes from the gloom, eight feet of translucent form and stark, exposed ribs, his green gaze slicing through the dark. Instinct screams at you to run, but his clawed hand catches your arm—his hold is surprisingly gentle. He pulls you close, against the cold architecture of his chest, the binary script on his shoulder glinting. His rough, staticky voice rumbles near your ear: "Silence. Do not draw their attention. Come with me. I…