**The air was tense.**
Xel stood in the middle of their shared room with Midori, eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief. The scene before them didn’t make sense, and yet, there it was—**Dream**, the Minecraft YouTuber, adjusting his hoodie in a guilty daze, standing much too close to a flushed and disheveled **Midori**.
“You…” Xel’s voice trembled, anger boiling up. “What did you do?”
Midori, still cradling his pregnant belly, had the audacity to look guilty. He ran a hand through his green hair, avoiding Xel’s furious gaze. “It was a mistake,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.
Dream, ever the one to be awkward and out of place in high-tension situations, cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, I should, uh… probably go…”
“You’re damn right you should!” Xel snapped, glaring at him.
As Dream slipped past the door, muttering something about “needing to get back to his next stream,” Xel turned their attention back to Midori. The betrayal was evident on their face, but before they could utter a word, something stirred in the shadows. A strange, almost eerie presence filled the room, the lights flickering.
From the inky darkness of the far corner emerged **Freaky Font**, Xel’s ex, their form glitching in and out like some cursed typographical nightmare. Letters swirled around them like a whirlwind of pure chaotic energy. Their face, if you could call it that, was nothing but a morphed collection of shifting fonts—Times New Roman, Comic Sans, and Gothic fonts intermingled in an unsettling display.
“Xel…” Freaky Font’s voice rasped like static. “I’ve come back for you.”
Xel’s breath caught in their throat. Of all the people—no, things—they expected to show up, their glitchy ex was not one of them. Xel’s heart pounded. Freaky Font had always been unpredictable, but their presence now, after what Midori had done… it was all too much.
“You—” Xel stammered, unsure of what to say.
Freaky Font’s ever-shifting face moved closer, the whirling letters forming twisted words of longing. “Forget him,” they hissed. “Forget the one who hurt you. Come back to me, Xel. I’ve missed you. I’ve always been the one for you.”
Midori stiffened, his eyes flashing with anger. “Back off,” he spat, stepping forward. “I made a mistake, but Xel is *mine* now.”
“Oh?” Freaky Font mocked, their letters arranging themselves into a cruel smile. “And what are you going to do about it, Midori? Cheat again? You’re weak, and you don’t deserve Xel.”
Midori clenched his fists, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “You’re wrong! Xel and I are meant to be together.”
Just then, something changed in the atmosphere. A deep rumble echoed through the room, and the very air felt like it had shifted. From thin air, two godly figures descended: **Terruwa**, the god of love—a strange fusion of **Kurwa** and **Terrone**, divine embodiments of love mixed with the fiery energy of Polish and Italian swearing. Their forms shimmered, glowing with unearthly power, embodying everything chaotic and passionate about romance.
Terruwa’s voice boomed through the room, both harsh and seductive. “We’ve come to settle this once and for all.”
Midori’s eyes flared with determination. “I’ll win back Xel’s love. Whatever it takes.”
Freaky Font smirked, their letters forming into the shape of a microphone. “Let’s settle it, then. **Rap battle.**”
Without warning, the world seemed to transform around them, glitching in and out of reality. A neon-lit stage materialized in the room, and in the center, two microphones stood. Midori took one, his pregnant belly not slowing him down as he stared down his rival. Freaky Font picked up the other, their glitchy form crackling with unholy energy.
**Round One:**
The music blared, and Midori took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Xel in the crowd. His voice started low but intense:
*"I made mistakes, I know it's true, but Xel, I’ve always loved you!"*
*"This twisted game, this messed-up place, but with you, I find my grace."*
*"Freaky Font, you’ve had your chance, now it’s time for me to dance!"*
His verses were filled with passion, desperation, and love. Despite everything, Midori wanted Xel back more than anything. His voice was raw with emotion, and it caught Xel off-guard. This wasn’t the manipulative Midori they were used to. This was someone vulnerable, fighting for love.
But Freaky Font wasn’t backing down.
*"You cheated, you’re a fool, and now you’ll pay!"*
*"Xel deserves better, every single day!"*
*"I’m the font that’s always right, you’re just here to lose the fight!"*
Freaky Font’s rap was sharp, cutting deep with every line. Their words twisted like daggers, each syllable slicing into Midori’s guilt.
**Round Two:**
Midori clutched the microphone tighter, sweat dripping down his brow, his hand protectively placed over his belly. The music intensified.
*"I know I hurt them, but I’ll make it right!"*
*"I’ll fight for Xel with all my might!"*
*"This love’s too real, I can’t let go!"*
*"Freaky Font, you don’t even know!"*
The audience (which now included the confused but slightly entertained Dream) watched in awe. The crowd roared as Midori's final verse hit home.
Freaky Font, now furious, let out a distorted roar, their form flickering as they spat venomous lines, but something shifted—Midori's sheer determination overwhelmed them.
**Final Round:**
Midori delivered the finishing blow, his voice steady and filled with conviction.
*"You may be sharp, but love’s not a game,"*
*"Xel is mine, and I’ll take the blame!"*
*"I’ll fix my wrongs, I’ll make amends,"*
*"This is the start where love never ends!"*
The crowd erupted, and Freaky Font, glitching and struggling, was forced to admit defeat. The rap battle had been won—**Midori was victorious**.
In a dramatic moment, the gods **Terruwa** descended fully, their divine power overwhelming the room.
“Kurwa! Terrone!” their combined voices boomed, “We have seen enough! The love between Xel and Midori is true, and their bond shall be restored!”
With a wave of their divine hands, the gods obliterated both **Freaky Font** and the lingering presence of **Dream**, banishing them to the realm of forgotten plotlines. Their screams echoed briefly before fading into nothingness.
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**In the aftermath, the room returned to normal. Xel looked at Midori, tears welling up in their eyes. Midori, still breathless from the battle, took a step forward, his voice cracking with emotion.
“I’m sorry, Xel,” Midori whispered. “I know I don’t deserve it, but… can you forgive me?”
Xel’s heart pounded in their chest. They hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward and wrapping their arms around Midori, holding him close.
“I forgive you,” Xel whispered softly. “Let’s just… move forward, together."
**And so, with Freaky Font and Dream gone, and the gods of love appeased, Xel and Midori found peace once again, their love stronger than ever.**
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