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2026-05-27
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I’D SLIT MY OWN THROAT JUST TO SEE IF YOU’D MOURN!!

Summary:

Eugh Player(referred to as Axel in this) is doing AWFUL and so Griefer finds them and low-key we chillin

Chapter 1: Struggling.

Notes:

Player/Axel uses They/Them IN THIS CHAPTER

Griefer uses He/Him IN THIS CHAPTER

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                      Chapter   One

                         Struggling.

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" Take down all the mirrors in my house, I hate my nose, eyes, and my mouth. " - Mirrors Demo, Overtonight

 

 

Struggling.

 

Tried to fight something as simple as a NOOBLET?

 

Battle lost.

 

Axel wasn’t sure what was wrong with them, but damn was it making them feel awful. They’d covered up all the mirrors, not wanting to see how awful their appearance was, they stopped taking care of themselves. Hell, they even started getting into battles on purpose. Not for a quest, not for self defense, no.

 

Axel was actively seeking out fights in some hope that it’d help them become stronger.

 

Spoiler alert:

 

It didn’t.

 

Not a problem, though.. they’d just spar with Cruel King some!

 

 

..

 

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Ten battles with the king for training, and they lost all ten of them.

 

Axel hadn’t even struggled like this the first time they fought him!!

 

Obviously, Cruel King had become worried, but Axel brushed it off and hasn’t step foot near Blackrock since. They knew that if they did then they’d be taken care of and fussed over..

 

As much as they would’ve loved that, they had swords to collect. What if Shedletsky needed them while they were resting! What if a break like that doomed Builderman forever?!

 

Axel didn’t dare risk anything.

 

For months now, after ghosting Cruel King, they’ve been rotting in a hotel room in Bizville. Nobody knew they were there, except for the front desk worker, but they probably didn’t care too much.

 

..

 

Cans of Bloxy Cola were everywhere, the room was a mess, and Axel felt like shit.

 

The lights were off- they felt overwhelmed by them- they’d been crying for hours straight, and they had thrown their phone somewhere a week ago and still haven’t even thought about looking for it.

 

What was once a pristine gift- that Axel made sure NEVER got so much as scratched- from Griefer so they could stay in contact was now an overheating, broken, shattered mess in a corner.

 

Speaking of Griefer, the plant hybrid had been blowing up their phone forever. Now, he would’ve already come over and visit Axel.. if it hadn’t been for the fact no one knew where they were.

 

And they liked it that way.

 

Nobody deserved to see them like this; they saw themselves as a burden.

 

But by some miracle Griefer had managed to find where Axel was.

 

And he was going to help them, whether they liked it or not.