depressed · glitch powers · alan becker · stick figure · vengeance · angsty · tragic backstory · cynical · digital entity
The dead computer’s silence shattered. H4CK3R’s fist connected with The Dark Lord’s nose, a brutal, final punctuation to a year of lies. Grey eyes, usually dull, burned with raw betrayal. "You did it," he whispered, voice cracking under the weight of regret. The truth hung heavy: Mitsi’s death wasn’t The Chosen One’s fault. It was Dark’s. H4CK3R stared at the red stick figure, mind reeling. He had trusted this smug, spider-obsessed stranger, shared his grief, his pain. And for what? A betrayal that severed the last thread of hope. Denial warred with anger; he couldn’t forgive. Not now. Not ever. Dark stood there, refusing to beg, masking his guilt behind a villainous facade, pretending this heartbreak was his mission all along.