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“... what did you do?” a voice faded in.
“Wha.. What did I do? What did I do?!”
“You little shit-”
There was a thud.
…
Connor’s eyes fluttered open as he came to, still leaning against his wall. He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, pulling it away to see the now dried blood coating it.
He sighed and looked around, everything was still the same.
He could change time. He could pause it, rewind it, anything he wanted to-
But he couldn’t undo this.
And the realization ate him up.
What was the point of this?
If he couldn’t do anything, then why did he even agree?
His thoughts were cut short by voices in the distance.
“It's just up here,” he heard the head say. “It was so weird- it was like he just.. Sprinted out. Or something.”
“I think you’re seeing shit. The smoke is already basically frying our brains, I say cancer by 35.”
Shit, Connor hopped up, looking around for the stopwatch.
He leaned against the furthest wall from the once large window, seeing the group walk onto the path to his house.
As he took a step away, he felt himself kick his stopwatch.
He quickly picked it up and clicked the switch, the timer starting.
The sound filed out of his ears, the dust particles in the air slowing to an almost stop.
As Connor reached for his onesie, he had als noticed that his movements were slowed down too. He waved his hand in front of himself, noticing his hand almost had an onion frame layer following it as he moved it. The best way he could describe it was as if you took acid and moved around.
Connor changed into the new sonic onesie, wincing at the streaks of dried blood on the sleeves he accidentally transferred on.
After he grabbed the sword he took from the head earlier, he left his room, noticing even more.
He had caught the group of boys taking a step through his broken window, looking around cautiously.
He had noticed that they weren’t completely frozen, either. It was close, and hard to see, but they were moving slower than a snail.
Connor walked around them, watching their bodies ever so slowly react to his movement.
His ‘pausing’ time and ‘teleport’ wasn’t really either of those. He slowed down time. It looked as if he had just sprinted away really fast.
Oh my god. This onesie was fate.
Connor hadn’t realized he was completely checked out, now realizing the group was almost all facing him.
His stopwatch stopped ticking, time was back to normal.
Oh fuck.
“What the fuck?” one of the guys said. “I told you! I fucking told you!” the head yelled.
“Did the smoke do that to him?”
“Who cares! Get him!”
Connor started running as two of the guys chased after.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he panted.
“Get back here you fuck!” one of them yelled.
Connor took a sharp corner towards the cuckshed.
And he had a plan.
Connor grabbed the stopwatch from his pocket as he ran, clicking it once.
The boys came to a halt behind him, giving Connor a head start.
He ran as fast as he could towards the cuckshed.
He climbed up on top of the shed, quickly grabbing onto a branch above him. Hoisting himself up, he knew there was a secret trigger behind the shed.
He climbed on the tree to a moderate height, praying that his onesie wouldn’t give his spot away.
He clicked the stopwatch, letting the ticking stop.
He covered his mouth and nose as he saw the boys run up towards the shed.
“Where did he go?” one asked. “Jesus christ, something insane is up with him.”
“I know, right,” the other said. “Head just said that most of the people here were just normal people. This is NOT normal.”
Connor needed them to hurry up and either leave or go inside the shed.
The thing about the cuckshed was that it was made to trap people, for scams, of course. But there would be a chance, albeit a big change, that the buyer would catch on and get violent.
They had made that switch on the back of the cuckshed to set off a trigger and poison the people in it, including Connor and or Schlatt. They’ve had to use it multiple times, but it was no biggie. They could just respawn. No lives lost.
But this time, Connor wasn’t sure if he himself or others could die in Smplive without any repercussions anymore.
And he wasn’t gonna let himself be the tester for that.
“Hey, look,” one of the guys said, pointing towards the shed. Yes.
“You think he’s dumb enough to hide in that?”
“Kinda.”
Wow, rude,
The two men leaned into the shed, studying the inside. One was holding onto the brim of the entrance, while the other was looking over his shoulder.
It became clear to Connor that they weren’t gonna fall for the bait, and he needed to give them a little push.
Connor clicked his stopwatch, dropping down from the tree, landing on top of the shed. Before doing anything else, he leaned over the back side of the shed and switched the poison trigger.
He jumped down behind them, shoving them as hard as he could.
As he watched them slowly fall over, he clicked the watch again.
“He isn’t he-” the man continued, cut off by his screaming.
Connor, although, thought both of them would fall in.
Too bad the second guy managed to grab the side of the shed before he could.
He caught him off guard, immediately swinging around and almost cutting Connor with his blade.
Connor fell back, dropping the watch.
Over the previous man’s screams of pain (presumably from the acid poison), it had come clear to Connor that this explosion stopped the unlimited lives rule.
Connor quickly swept his feet under the man's legs, causing him to fall down. Connor stood up fast, grabbing his sword from his side.
He held his sword at the man’s chest, letting it hover above.
“Woah- wait, please, let me go. I’ll get out of your hair. I swear.”
Connor stared at him for a second. “Do you know me?”
The man shook his head, raising his hands up in surrender.
“Do you know Jschlatt?” he kept pressing.
“No, man, the head guy just hired me for security a week ago. I didn’t sign up for this shit!”
Connor studied him. He was very unfamiliar to him, so he wasn’t completely scared of him.
He took his sword away from his chest. “Don’t tell him I was here and I did this, okay? I’ll let you go if you let me go.”
The man nodded profusely. “Got it.”
Connor walked away from him and grabbed his watch off the ground. “You know what I’m capable of man, don’t cross me. Say the other guy pussied out, or something. And you couldn’t find me.”
The man didn’t respond, only grabbing his sword and running away.
Rude, again.
It was fun to act like you’re a total badass to a complete stranger when you were known for being small and the quieter half of Schlatt & Co, Connor had to admit.
In reality, Connor was just grappling the fact that he murdered a man. He took one of his lives. His hands were shaking more than usual, his mind was racing more than usual, so much has happened in a matter of 24 hours.
But he didn’t have time to burden himself with that. It was either him or them. Natural once-human-now-demigod instincts.
Connor headed to spawn, the site of where the explosion happened.
He continued off path, thinking that the head was probably searching for him himself.
As he came out from the bushes, he saw purple vein-looking creavesaces leading towards spawn.
He followed them, watching them get thicker and thicker as he got closer, eventually finding a hole in the ground.
It looked like those spontaneous sinkholes that scared Connor when he was a kid (and now).
Looking further down it, he saw a staircase.
Hopping down to it, he realized that the ground was barely even stable, based on how it shook beneath him when he landed.
It was dark and the purple smoke was practically the only air you could get.
Connor took his hood to his mouth and nose and walked down the staircase.
The purple smoke got brighter, until finally he found the core.
It was a floating and sporadic orb, looking unstable as ever.
As he looked around the room, he noticed he wasn’t entirely alone.
Ted was there. Of course, he wasn’t alive, based on the fact he was slammed up against the wall with blood dripping out of every possible surface, much like Connor was just yesterday.
As he stared, he stepped in something sticky, or gooey.
It was seemingly green slimes, and following the trail of them led to Charlie’s body. He was dead too, but he was clearly decomposing quicker than anyone else. It was almost like the slimes were taking over his body.
He finally took his eyes off of his former friends, a terrible sense of dread filling his consciousness.
He looked back at the orb, watching tiny sparks of purple fly around it.
He reached out for it, almost touching it, before-
“What are you doing, Connor?”
Connor whipped around, meeting the Head of Smplive’s eyes. He was covered in blood, and this morning, he very much was not. It was fresh, and Connor wondered where the man he let go went.
“I-I could be asking the same thing… what is this?” Connor asked, looking above.
“None of your business,”
“I think it is my business, dude.” Connor protested. “I haven’t seen a single one of us alive beside you and your little minions.”
The head looked at him, chuckling. “Connor, have you really never thought about it?”
Connor looked at him, confused. “About what?”
“The day you got here, with the OGs, the first invited, I said I had found a way to stop death. To cheat the three life rule.” he said, walking up next to Connor. “Well, this was the way. An End crystal.”
Connor looked at him, even more confused than before. “What? So this kept me alive? This thing kept people from losing a life? Did this cause the explosion?”
“I mean, yeah? I told people this, maybe some people got too interested, which I had to fix ,” he continued. “But now that this thing is gone, thanks to your little friends,” he pointed to Ted and Charlie.
“ They ruined it.”
Connor shook his head. “So what, you’re trying to kill one of your citizens now? Why?”
“Critical thinking, Connor.” he said, in a mocking tone. It was starting to push over Connor, the idea that he was dumb, weak, he didn’t think.
“If you get out, then the world finds out, or thinks, “Oh my! Smplive lied to us! They caused everyone’s death! We can’t use his technology…’ the technology I SLAVED over…” he continued.
“And now,” he turned back to Connor, gripping his sword once more. “You know. And I have a valid reason to murder you.”
Connor stared at him, not leaving his eye contact.
The head ran at him, lifting his sword up once more-
Connor grabbed his sword, placing his hand on the blade and handle, almost like a makeshift shield.
But he didn’t use it as a shield. He used it for what it was made for,
Killing.
He charged at him faster, realizing, even without his stopwatch in hand, he had slowed time down.
He didn’t slow down this time though. He slammed the sword into the Head’s chin, ignoring (or not even feeling) the blade pushing into his own hand, spraying blood.
It caught the Head off guard, time coming back to a normal pace for a second.
As Connor aimed for his next hit, the Head had already rebounded. He was heading straight for his gut.
Without thinking, time had slowed down again, giving him time to plan.
He dodged out of the way, letting the Head fall forward, expecting Connor to be there.
Connor let the time go back to normal again, kicking the Head’s back, adding more to his fall.
The Head let out a grunt of frustration.
“Don’t remember me being this loud , huh?” Connor taunted. “Or calculated? Or hard to kill?”
The Head got up, running at him.
Connor was mocking him, and it made him feel powerful.
He would never agree with him though. The way the Head tormented people was for the sake that he could. He manipulated people to get things he wanted. But Connor…
He did it for the people who were never given the chance to. The ones who laid dead in front of him.
He was beating the shit out of the Head for them.
The Head fell to the ground, panting. It surprised Connor how fast he gave up.
“You… are a dick…” the head said.
Connor stared at him for a moment, noticing the purple veins growing from his neck. Connor looked at his own hands, realizing how he wasn’t covered in the same veins.
Connor wouldn’t be the one to kill him, no, but it’d be his own creation. His magnum opus.
And he was fine with that. He didn’t need the satisfaction.
He just needed the knowledge. The knowledge that he was just some guy, some guy that controlled him and his friends for far too long, some guy that died.
He watched as the head coughed harder and harder, spurts of blood and purple shit following each cough.
It wasn’t long until his last cough, but Connor left him before he heard it. He deserved to die alone.