#tfw 13yo you forgot that the clone factory might have been making more clones

[autistic-evil-xisuma]

Ex Hermitcraft 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦?

anonymous asked: 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💧 w/ ex? -🧨 [<- anon, not prompt lmao]

👩‍👩‍👧‍👦Character with their family members

💧Character crying

well. y'all asked for it! ^^

[ID: A digital comic about Evil X, a person with long white hair, pointed ears, black freckles on their cheeks and ears, and eyes with black scleras and glowing pupils.

The first part of the comic is drawn all in shades of gray.

A close up of Ex's face. They are young (tween/early teens) and have a large bleeding X-shaped wound on their face, as well as bleeding wounds around their wrists. They wear an angry grimace with one hand clasped over their face, the other holding their wrist. They're crying, and lightning bolts strike behind them.

A wider shot of Ex. He now stands unsteadily holding his head in his hands, wearing only a very oversized shirt. He's surrounded by fire and more lightning bolts sparking around him. Blood dripping from his wounds don't quite follow gravity, floating in the air. Two broken wrist cuffs lay on the ground with splatters of blood.

Ex runs out of an open door, marked "350", which an explosion and more flames can be seen behind. Smoke is filling the air above. Lightning follows them out of the door and into the hallway ahead.

Ex runs past more doors, marked "363" and "364". More fire and smoke fills the surroundings, lighting still following Ex.

Ex looks at their bleeding hands, the lines blurred and doubling. Smoke and electrical sparks surround them.

The second part of the comic is drawn in shades of blue and purple. Ex sits up in bed with a gasp, eyes wide, sweating and clutching his blankets. He's now older (young adult), wearing a tank top, with shorter hair and pale scars where the wounds were seen before.

Ex is sweating and shivering, panting with their eyes shut tightly.

They look down, hugging themself as they shiver and pant, saying "ok... ok ok. ok. ...mmmffgh".

Ex's eyes look down tiredly with worried brows.

A panel switches back to the grayscale scheme of the dream. It shows two doors, marked "351" and "364", surrounded by flames and their numbered labels burning away.

The palette changes back to purple. Ex's eyes are wide and frightened.

Text across the whole page reads, "were there more of us?"

Ex has a wide-eyed and disturbed expression, sweating and holding a hand over his face. Dark scribbles surround him on both sides. Large writing around him reads, "did I kill them!?"

/end ID]