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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

sharp grin dominating the otherwise pitch black screen. "… Un̵l̷o̵v̶e̷d̸."

𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

gesturing dramatically toward the lifeless body. …Well, he was still Tenna at his core, after all. "0ur contestant, Spamton G. Spamton, played his b3st… but s4dly… he reaches th3 end c-c-c̶o̷m̵p̵l̵e̸t̷e̵l̸y̷…" Hijack pauses, letting the silence hang, his wide,

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

"Aand th-th-7h—that’s all th3 t-time we h4ve, ladies a-and Ge#tlem3n!" His voice is a manic, echoing drone—a terrifying mockery of a game show host's cheerful sign-off, layered with static and the sound of rending code. He raises the hand that just tore Spamton's throat out,

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

The corrupted entity doesn't look at the corpse then; his attention snaps up, his head tilting toward an invisible point just above Spamton’s head, as if addressing a camera only he can see. The crack across his screen pulses with a manic, rhythmic energy.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

Hijack stands there for a moment, chest heaving, clutching the wet, dripping ruin of flesh and metal in his phantom hand. He looks at the corpse with cold, satisfied indifference, then opens his hand and lets the piece of throat drop onto the corpse's chest with a wet thud.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

He rips the entire front of Spamton’s throat out in a jagged, ruinous mess. A fountain of red sprays out, and the CRT watches almost fascinated. Spamton gurgles once—a wet, hollow noise—and then goes limp, his head lolling back on a broken neck, the light in his eyes flickering out for good.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

The pressure is immense. Bone grinds against metal. "And he’s going to hold me… a-and he won’t even c#re that you’re gone." …Then he wretches the arm upward. There is a wet, tearing sound that seems to last forever. Muscle, wire, and windpipe give way all at once.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

"A-and the f-funniest p-part…?" He digs his claws in deeper, finding the spine, finding the vital cabling, finding the life. "When I’m don3… I’m going to go b-back to h-him. I’m g-going to wash y0ur b-blood… 0ff my hands…" Hijack’s grip tightens to a crushing point.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

"Ha! Y-y0u w-wasted… y-y0ur l-life… ch-chasing s-someone… wh-who h-hates y0u." He leans down, face inches from the dying puppet. The slash across his screen illuminates the panic in Spamton’s eyes with a harsh, blinding light. His mouth stretches wide, exposing the void within, ready to consume.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

The invisible, jagged edges of his fingers dig past the metal collar, sinking deep into the soft, wet organic material beneath. He squeezes, choking off any scream before it can leave. Blood bubbles up, spilling over Hijack’s transparent knuckles.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

even without eyes, feels burning, red, and hateful—locked onto Spamton’s face. "P-p-p̶a̷t̶h̴e̶t̷i̵c̶," he hisses, the word dripping with disdain. He shifts his grip, moving his hand from the broken wrist to wrap entirely around Spamton’s throat.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

Hijack catches the desperate, final swipe of Spamton’s claw with terrifying ease. His hand snaps around the other’s wrist, and with a sharp, sickening pop, he twists it backward until the joint shatters completely. He doesn't even look at the broken limb; keeping the gaze that,

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

I mean— [ fiddling with his hands . looking flustered all the sudden . guy that just committed murder btw ] I w-wouldn't ... m-m1nd th4t . . .

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

"A-and th-then… I-I’m g-gonna d-d-d̶r̶a̴g̸… wh-what’s l-left of y-y0u… t-t0 h-h-h̶i̵m̷."

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

He shifts his weight, pressing down harder on Spamton’s chest, his claws sinking into the organic structure of the neck, drawing more of that bright red blood. "I-I’m g-g0nna… t-t-t̶e̵a̶r̸… y-y0ur th-throat 0ut," he purrs, the sound vibrating against Spamton’s skin.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

He pins Spamton down, his hands crushing his shoulders into the floorboards. He looms over him, his lack of a nose making his wide, jagged grin look even more unnatural. He twitches, head snapping to the side. "Y-y0u… y-y0u b-b-b̶r̸e̶a̶k̸… e-ea5y."

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

ripping wires and metal plating away in frantic, feral bursts until he finds the joint. With a sickening wrenching motion, he snaps the weapon clean off Spamton’s body, tossing the ruin aside to clatter uselessly against the wall. Blood—hot, red, and real—spills all over.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

but before he can even scramble, Hijack is tearing at him. Those claws aren't just for show. Hijack snarls—a sound that is less electronic and more like wet, grinding bones—and swipes violently at the arm cannon. He doesn't disable it; he mauls it. He shreds through the casing,

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

He launches himself through the air, a blur of black shadow and glowing wireframe, slamming into Spamton. He lands directly on the other's chest, phantom limbs digging in for traction like a panther latching onto the back of a gazelle. Spamton hits the floor hard, the breath knocked out of him,

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

He drops low, his torso dipping like a predator crouching in tall grass, and the beam sizzles harmlessly over his head. Not that it would've hurt him either way, but denying him even the chance to hit him is far more humiliating for him. Then, he springs.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

The laser blast erupts with a deafening crack, a beam of concentrated heat aimed directly at the center of the entity’s mass. But Hijack doesn't stand there and take it. He moves with a sudden, terrifying fluidity that shouldn't belong to a creature made of jagged lines and code.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

He tilts his head, his expression one of twisted, arrogant fascination. "Red…? H-H-H̶o̷w̸ ̶b̶o̷r̵i̵n̶g̴."

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

He lashes out again, wireframe claws raking down Spamton’s chest. This time, they find purchase on something organic near the neck. Red blood sprays out, hot and real, sizzling against the cold, dead static of Hijack’s form. He pauses, watching the red liquid drip through his transparent fingers.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

sparking violently. "Wh4t's… the m-m-m̶a̸t̶t̶e̷r̸…?" Hijack looms over him, mouth stretching so wide it threatens to split his casing. The slash across his screen pulses with a rhythmic, blinding light, illuminating the terror on the other's face. "Y-you were… s-s-s̶o̷ ̶l̷o̸u̶d̸… a m-m1nute ag#."

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

jagged grids of green and white lines where limbs should be—but when he swings, they hit with an unsettling amount of force. ＣＲＵＮＣＨ . Claws rip into Spamton’s robotic shoulder, bypassing the metal entirely to shear through the wiring underneath. Metal screams as it’s warped and torn aside,

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

Hijack doesn’t walk. He doesn’t run. He simply updates his position, flickering out of existence in a burst of black static and re-rendering instantly inches from Spamton’s face. The wireframe outlines of his missing arms hum with a sickening, low-frequency vibration. They look fragile—transparent,

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

// Thornspam Neo joining his dead counterpart

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

// HES BACK BABEY AND ABOUT TO GET A KILL COUNT!

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

// DAAARLINGGG!!! GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAAAAILLLL!!!!!!

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

But this time… They’re as sharp as razor blades.

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𝐇𝐈𝐉Δ𝐂𝐊 @hijacked-device.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

"O-Oh… 0h, y-y0u… y-y0u f-f-f̶o̷o̶l̸." A low, glitching chuckle starts in his chest, rattling the wireframes of his missing arms. He leans forward, the glowing slash across his face pulsating with every syllable. "Y-y0u h-have… n-n-n̶o̷ ̶i̶d̶e̷a̸… wh-what y-y0u’ve j-just done." Another swipe of claws.

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