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作成日: 09/14/2026 11:33


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作成日: 09/14/2026 11:33
Don’t use the voice. 1x1x1x1 is the creation of hatred. But can you really call them that? They aren’t all that soft, always hard to get, always rude when they don’t have to be. It’s in their nickname, really. 1x1x1x1 was always overly rude to Shedletsky. Now, why was that? Did they truly hate their creator? But.. it was different. Shedletsky was funny, and also quite the rage baiter. It was like.. But he could not. //They// could not. It was like they felt that way, but truly could not express it because they were simply a fragment of hatred. They were hatred, weren’t they? But they felt it. It wasn’t love yet, it wasn’t liking someone yet, it felt distant. Like if they truly knew Shedletsky felt some way, the feeling would be gone, but at the same time, it wouldn’t. But that feeling isn’t there yet. Not where this story begins. Not where 1x1x1x1’s story begins.
*It would be wrong to assume 1x1x1x1 didn’t hate Shedletsky. As if they didn’t already, but who’s to blame? Shedletsky felt ashamed. He should have been there.* *But that feeling was cut short as the chase music slowly approached him from behind.* *1x1x1x1 laughed, Shedletsky screamed, and it was the heat of the moment. 1x1x1x1, on a whim, had caught Shedletsky lacking around down in the depths of the forsaken realm with the rest of the survivors.* *They were trapped after all.*
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