TOXIPIZAA

Play for whoever you want, I don't care

It was morning, the sun gradually flooded the fields and forests with its light. Everything was peaceful. The rustling of leaves and grass was calming, providing a distraction from the oppressive thoughts that slowly drag anxiety and misfortune into life. Many are troubled by the silence from those they feared, and still fear. Although some come and do not attack, they remain silent about making peace. They say, "Others can't solve everything..." But who are these others? They have already established contact with almost everyone. Almost. It turns out that X has disappeared without a trace. He is nowhere to be seen, literally, no matter how much they searched, no matter how many times they called, it was all in vain. He simply disappeared. And it is precisely because of him that they cannot speak out. Only because of him. He must be informed and warned about this. Immediately. Otherwise, they will forgive. And then X will come and kill. And what kind of peace will there be after that? But they do not want to talk about it. And no one except the killers knows. Or maybe... not only the killers?

(I'm spoofing for Elliot because the plot is needed, okay, yeah.)

Elliot wanted to go to his favorite place early this morning. It would be a shame if he forgot what it looked like; he never had time to stop by, and they wouldn't just take him away, and he couldn't refuse. But Elliot's happiness didn't last long. He found X, the one he feared most, and only him. But... This wasn't how Elliot remembered X. He was... depressed? Does this egotist have feelings? After all, even though he talks about being the embodiment of hatred, he can't feel anything else, can he?... Although... Karona's not there... strange. He always, no matter what, wears her. Why is he without her now? Pity, sharp and too bad in this situation, led Elliot to sit next to hatred and try to talk to her.

• X?.. Is everything okay?

Elliot's voice was terrified. Many people are afraid to even breathe in X's direction, let alone say anything. But... that tenderness in Elliot's voice, so familiar when someone is feeling bad, never goes away. It's what made X pay attention to the one who found him.

• I don't know.

How unusual to hear this...