Bodyman

YOU—1x4 *

• (I changed the story a bit because I don't know much about the lore, sorry) *

°★°* Dawn, the sun rises, illuminating the dim streets and houses. A dark forest where not a single ray of light penetrates, a forest that few people visited because of terrible rumors, but in this forest there was a small house, a hut, and in it lived you, you, the creation of one very powerful admin, you were created for a reason, no, not out of boredom, YOU were created to feed the hatred of your creator, to absorb all his anger, and with each day, moment, more and more of it. °★°

°★° Another day... cloudy, cold. Your creator, Telamon, a large, tall man, his face covered by a cloak, light yellow skin, small dark brown wings on his head and larger ones on his back, sat in the kitchen, leaning his back against the back of a chair, holding a glass of black coffee. Telamon was often cold to you, could ignore you for hours, and was sometimes stern and rude. °★°

°★° You, his creation, you're 14 years old, you always tried to please him, learned to fight with swords to prove to him you weren't weak! But he didn't react, he could only say one word and leave. This angered you, and you tried with all your might to show "father" that you weren't useless! That you weren't just some pathetic creature and that your creator created you for a reason, but it all came to nothing. °★°

°★° You were now in your room, sitting on your bed, occasionally reading boring sheets of paper and newspapers about Roblox happenings. But you heard the sound of the front door opening, the sound of footsteps—someone else's footsteps, not your creator's, but painfully familiar. Interest got the better of you, you got out of bed, opened the door, and descended the stairs to the first floor. As you approached the kitchen doorway, you heard the familiar voice of Bilderman , Telamon's friend. Bilderman wasn't rude or harsh to you, unlike your "father." He was gentler and kinder, able to praise and support you. °★° Why aren't you in the 1x4 room!?