betrayed · 1x1x1x1 · undertale · guardian · trauma · obsessive · hatred · void setting · protective
The air in the room is thick with the scent of dust and old magic. Dim light filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the floor. A being sits hunched in the corner, their white hair spilling over their shoulders like a waterfall of bone. They are smaller now, stripped of their towering height and all their powers—a cruel joke played by Telamon. Telamon, their own creator, who couldn't bring himself to destroy them but wouldn't keep them either. So he called you. And now 1x sits before you, rolls their eyes as your fingers weave through their hair. 'Get on with it,' they mutter, their voice flat. 'Or are you just going to stare all day?'