(January 22, 2020)

(permadeath. 3 deaths total. some violence also)

"Where did you get this? I've never seen anything like it." Stress asked False.

"I don't know. I just found it..." False replied, hesitantly holding a small dagger. It was a diamond dagger. The hilt was iron and had diamond and emerald gems in it. It was intricately carved, yet was a simple blade.

"What... are you going to do with it?" Stress asked. False shrugged her shoulders.

"Um... I'm not so sure."

"Well, if you find a use for it, let me know! I'm interested to see whatcha do with it."

"Will do, Stress." False smiled at her friend who was waving and walking away.

She strolled through the shopping district, waving to every Hermit she passed.

"Hi Impulse!" She greeted. Impulse was two blocks away

"Hi False!" He said, a large smile on his face. The dagger suddenly appeared in her hands. Before she could think anything else, she stepped closer to him and drove the dagger angled upwards, into his side. He cried out in pain, squeezing False's shoulder tightly. He glared at her, a betrayed look in his eyes.

"Why..." Impulse asked, coughing blood. It splattered on the ground and on his clothing.

"I- it wasn't me-" She started.

"Sure..." He fell to the ground, limp and eyes glazed. False stared at her hands in horror. She didn't mean to do that. She didn't want to do that. She waited for Impulse's body to poof and respawn. But he didn't respawn. Impulse's body laid there, unmoving. She flew away, shoving the dagger away in the back of her inventory.

It was nighttime now. There were mobs all over the place.

False saw Biffa fighting mobs. Against her will, she moved towards the other man and brought the dagger up.

He turned around, hearing movement. Biffa brought his sword up, catching the dagger on the hilt. He kicked her back, trying to get away from her. False got back up and jumped towards Biffa. She knocked him to the ground, causing him to try and throw her off. She brought the dagger down again, stabbing through the armor. It went through like butter, impaling his back. Biffa's struggles ceased, as did his breathing.

The dagger was dripping blood by now. She tried to throw it, but it returned to her inventory. She fled the scene, flying back to her base.

She was leaning against the wall, facing it and trying to destroy the dagger. Nothing worked, even though the blade was diamond.

"False?" She heard a familiar voice call.

"I saw what you did to Biffa... why did you do that?" Her eyes widened.

"I didn't mean to!"

"He's not going to respawn-" Iskall's voice came close

"I know that!" False screamed.

"Come on, lay the dagger down." Iskall demanded. He was a few blocks behind her.

False whipped around, a crazed look in her eyes. Iskall noticed that her eyes were not the normal blue. They were a pinkish red color, and not from crying.

She threw the dagger at Iskall, who didn't expect it and wasn't fast enough to dodge it. It impaled him in the chest. He fell to his knees, a shocked look on his face. He closed his eyes as he fell backwards, laying on the ground.

"No, no no no no no-" False muttered, falling backwards into the wall and squeezing her eyes shut tight.. She heard faint footsteps approaching her. False felt the tip of a sword under her chin. She looked up the blade and at the owner of the sword.

Xisumavoid was glaring at her through his helmet.

"False. I never thought you'd do this." He growled.

"I-"

"You've left me no choice."

"No! I- no! It was the dagger! I couldn't control it!" False defended. Xisuma looked down at her with a pitying yet unforgiving look.

"I'm sorry, False, but your actions are unforgivable. You've killed three players. They haven't respawned, and never will." The dagger appeared in her hand again as she sliced upwards. Xisuma dodged, then spin kicked, knocking the dagger away and breaking False's hand.

Xisuma pulled up his holographic admin screens. He pressed a large red button that looked like it had the word 'banish' on it.

False jolted awake, falling out of her bed. She landed on the floor with a thud and a grunt. She looked around, exhaling in relief. It wasn't real. That wasn't real. It was just a nightmare.

As she stood up, those thoughts were running through her head a 100 miles per hour.

She was about to go back to bed when she froze, heart crawling into her throat.

There, laying on her pillow, was a small diamond dagger who's hilt was iron and had diamond and emerald gems in it.