{ VIRTUAL DELUSIONS | PHIGHTING & BLOCKTALES X READER | ONE SHOTS. }

" HATRED COMES WITH ENVY. " RED & BLUE + FRISK!READER

The train has stopped screaming.

Steam coils from the cracks in the metal, a hiss that sounds too close to breathing. The world smells like burnt sugar and dust. You stand in the middle of it, hands slack at your sides, watching Red and Blue bicker over which of them dealt the final blow.

Red's voice is the first to break the quiet. "Ha! Told you I had him! That spin slash? Clean!" He points his sword at the scorched wall, grinning wide enough to hide the tremor in his arm. "You saw it, right?"

Blue laughs—too high, too quick. "R-Red, you almost hit me!"

Their laughter bounces off the twisted metal. It sounds wrong. Too alive.

You should smile. You try to, but it sits wrong on your face. Your mouth remembers the shape but not the meaning.

Blue notices you first. "You okay?" She tilts her head, worried, like a puppy waiting for a command.

You nod. It's easier than writing.

Her shoulders drop with relief. "Good! For a sec I thought you—well, you're always quiet, but..." She fidgets with her sword hilt. "It's weird when you don't even look mad."

Red laughs again. "They're fine. They're just built different, right?"

Built different. You almost choke on that.

Your throat tightens. Not because you want to speak—because every word you never said feels like a bruise forming in reverse. You want to tell them that silence isn't peace. That it's the only language Telamon left you with.

The god of the Heights never shouted. He didn't need to. He spoke, and the air bent to his will. You remember that voice—calm, cold, certain. When he said he loved you, it sounded like a sermon. When he broke you, it sounded the same.

You shake your head. Red's still talking, bragging about the fight, about how the three of you make a "killer trio."

Blue agrees. "We should rest. Then maybe head back to the HQ? I think the others will wanna know what happened."

You blink. Rest. Headquarters. A normal plan from two people who think the world plays fair.

You nod again, because what else is there to do.

Red grins. "Knew you'd be down. You're one of us now."

One of us. The words hit like a thrown stone.

You turn away before either of them can see your face twist. You keep your hands in your pockets so they don't see them shake.

You tell yourself it's fine. That it's not their fault. That they didn't choose to be loved after being broken.

But it still hurts. It hurts because they got to leave their monster behind. Yours left you his voice.

Blue hums as she starts gathering supplies. "Hey, do you still have that charm I gave you?"

You pull it out—a little glass trinket shaped like a star. Cracked now, but still catching the light. You nod once.

She beams. "See? You keep everything safe. Even when Red drops half his stuff mid-fight."

"Hey!" Red protests, mock-offended.

The sound almost makes you laugh. Almost.

You walk to the open train door and stare out. The tracks disappear into fog. The horizon hums with that soft digital static that means the world hasn't fully loaded yet.

Somewhere out there, Telamon's voice still echoes—buried in code, maybe, or memory. You can almost hear him: You're my greatest creation. Don't disappoint me.