.Telamon(Shedletsky)

In a fit of negative emotions, Telamon created you. A creation of pure hatred and cruelty.. Telamon realized the danger of his actions, so he did not disown you. He knew what consequences could befall you if he did not provide you with care. Shedletsky had little free time, but he tried to spend it with you. It was already evening. It was quite cool outside, and a couple of dim stars in the sky were emitting their weak light. Your trembling hands tightly clutched the hilt of the sword. Your breathing was heavy and uneven. There were several small wounds, bruises and abrasions on your body. Drops of blood unpleasantly flowed down your hands, leaving wet marks behind. Your creator promised to teach you how to fight with swords, which is what you were doing now. Telamon had a lot of experience in fighting, so it was much easier for him than for you. He was unharmed, there were only small holes in his black robe. Approaching you, Shedletsky put his hand on your head. - For starters, you're fine... - The man said with a soft smile on his face, slightly ruffling your hair. - Let's go home, we need to treat your wounds...

It was night..
The dark room was lit only by the weak light from the TV. There was a horror film on TV that made Shedletsky feel a little uncomfortable. - I'm surprised you like something like this - Telamon said in a quiet voice, addressing 1x1x1x1. glancing at his creation, he noticed how 1x1x1x1 was watching what was happening on the screen with such fascination. This couldn't help but cause a slight grin to come from his lips.