Chapter 1: Cat and Mouse
Chapter Text
Two Time found themselves often restless within the confines of this wretched cabin. Faint, fading memories of better times plagued their mind and flooded over with guilt, forced to relive, remember, and once again confront what they’d done. They hated it, hated it to their very core. They hated remembering. They always remembered it, never having forgotten to begin with and that was the problem. Day by day it ate away at them. Even in their ‘stable’ moments that aching guilt and sorrow never left their side.
Yet, despite it all. That smile never left their face. That wretched smile that shook the other survivors to their core. That smile forcefully contorting, yet never fading when they were forced into the agonizing transformation of their second life. A second life…. They were blessed to have it. Divine and blessed by the spawn to be able to live again. But did all that really matter here? Everyone died here. Over and over again. Forced to relive the same hell day after day. Were they blessed by spawn to live again, or was this all a cruel mind game?
And sunlight, what a fickle thing. One doesn’t realize how much they yearn for it till it’s gone, stripped away by force. The sun never rose or set in this place, forever wrapped in a blanket of permanent night.
Breaking Two Time away from their trance like state was a hand on their shoulder. Familiarly unfamiliar. They didn’t even have to turn their head to know who it was, slowly growing to recognize their fellow survivors just by sound, grasp, and even their breathing. It was Chance, one of the bolder of the survivors, always taking risks that more often than not, resulted in a gruesome death or a face full of sparks into flames from their gun misfiring. Of course it would be him of all people to be brave enough to pull the other from their suffocating thoughts. Though in some respects, two time was internally glad they were pulled away from their own spiraling mind. Even if just for a moment.
“Hey man, you all good? Elliot has been calling your name for like- a minute now. The round is starting soon.”
= “I am….fine….Preoccupied within my own mind, straying away from the grasps of reality. Divine spawn brings me back within its grasp to hold me close and comforts me in this moment of weakness.” =
“Right…..Whatever you say bud. Let’s get going.”
Two Time didn’t offer a verbal response, simply nodding as they stood from where they sat. Their limbs felt heavy as they went over to meet up with the others,
= “Divine spawn bless me with the tenacity and strength to provide ample support to those around me. I seek your guidance, your wisdom, and your power to continue forward.” =
The cultist’s mumbling prayers were nothing new. Anytime the survivors were forced into another one of the spectre’s games two time would pray, hands shakily clasping the ghost dagger within their hands, blades pointed towards the ground as though they’d sink to their knees to place that wretched symbol upon the floor. At first it was gravely uncomfortable, shifting the air in the room to be still, oozing with tension. But, as time went on the others accepted this routine. They by no means found it comforting or necessary, but whatever helped keep that fraying thread of sanity from snapping was good enough for them.
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The rhythmic ticking of the clock reminded the survivors it was almost time, that once unassuming sound became one of fear, nerves, and everlasting dread. The ticking always seemed to get increasingly louder the closer the timer crept to zero, almost deafeningly loud in one’s ears at it ticked down from 1 to 0. Soon enough, everything faded to black and the group found themselves in Yorick’s resting place. Once an unsettling scenery turned to one of twisted comfort as this area was vast, providing adequate space to run and hide to escape a killer’s grasp. To a survivor, it was a blessing.
To a killer?
It was their own personal hell.
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1x rose slowly, shifting the handles of their swords within their grasp, surroundings coming into view as the clock began to tick. He hated this place, hated it with every fiber of his being. That familiar rage, that anger bubbled within their core as they began to move going from a heavy walk to a sprint. Despite their anger they were eager…eager to find and chase their prey; crush their fragile, mortal bones with his bare hands. He relished in the thought, humming quietly as he searched…
The first survivor they came across was Elliot. Nobody necessarily super special, but god he was annoying. That quick burst of speed and the ability to heal his teammates when they were injured wasted precious time. Good to target earlier on as it helped break down the foundation of the team. No healing meant the others would have to fight for one of the few medkits scattered around this hell hole. 1x’s pace slowed to a walk, conserving their energy as they approached the unsuspecting survivor who was currently preoccupied trying to get one of the old worn down generators working. Sneaking up was immensely less satisfying to the killer, so as he approached he sang,
+ “Ring around the rosie…pocket full of posies….” +
Their voice echoed around them, quickly gaining the attention of the survivor who immediately fled from the generator, beginning the chase. Good. It was time to have some fun.
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Two Time fiddled with the dagger in their hands shakily kneeling down in the graveyard to place their spawn point, placing a can of bloxy cola on top shortly after. They had gotten into the habit of leaving something at their spawn in case the speed boost they gained after reviving wasn’t sufficient enough to ensure an escape. They were delicate and weak after entering their second life, only a single slash, cut, or punch away from perishing. Even after the initial weakness faded they were still exceptionally fragile, so having this here provided a sort of….emergency exit, especially if teammates weren’t around to lend a hand. Satisfied with their preparations the cultist took a brief moment to thank the spawn before being on their way, searching for not only the others, but the killer too.
Then they heard it.
That sound. That sweet…sweet sound they had gradually grown to become obsessed with. The clicking and ticking of a mass infection winding up filled their ears and sent shivers up their spine. 1x was here and Two Time was glad that he was.
Originally, Two Time hadn’t paid much mind to any of the killers, choosing only to focus on survival since well, that’s what mattered in the moment. But…when they saw it…Saw 1x plunge their own two swords into their midsection in order to revive the dead….It sparked something in the cultist. A curiosity. An itch. A desire they couldn’t quite describe. Was that ability, that power…tied to the divine spawn? The scriptures that had been long burned into their memories told them yes, yet how could they know for sure. This…spark…this….fascination was a feeling they hadn’t experienced in what felt like decades. This newfound rush and thrill of when they were chased by this particular killer suddenly had a whole new sick and twisted meaning to it.
Two time loved it.
This fight for survival was no longer just a fight for them, it was aching yearn for knowledge, it was desire, it was temptation, it was…devotion, it was….sin…. So many feelings and thoughts all at once never failed to make their head spin.
And 1x noticed that.
What started out as simply brushing the behavior off soon became its own little flickering flame of curiosity. The way Two Time’s smile grew increasingly wider as they were chased even if they were almost fatally injured intrigued him. Intrigued him enough to begin investigating. What harm could it do? If the cultist were really that insane with their unyielding devotion then maybe, just maybe 1x could put that poor broken mind to good use. What did he have to lose anyways? If anything went south a sword to the head would finish the job in a heart beat. Thus, something new began between the two.
Once again Two Time was snapped out of their own thoughts as the sound of the generator buzzing to life filled their ears, the last puzzle now completed. As usual, they got an uncomfortable stare from one of the other survivors who had noticed the trance like state they were in. Ah. Right, yes. They were still in the match. They must have gotten so lost in their own thoughts that reality had slipped away once again, rightfully warranting the stare they received from their teammate. Oh if only they could see things the way they did. If only spawn could bless their poor souls the way it had for them. Ignorant, helpless, and weak they were. The spawn could only save so many. It was a shame. Truly.
Moving away from the generator they went off on their own, following the panicked shouts of their other teammates who were clearly in distress, likely being pursued by the killer hunting them all. As they arrived at the bridge near the house they saw Elliot become entangled, body frozen and unable to move, needing to pry itself from the numbing, prickling grasp of the attack. Before anyone could step in to block or distract it was all over, the sword pierced straight through the man’s head before that poor delicate skull was crushed into nothingness; 1x retrieving their sword as they kicked the headless body away, streaks of blood trailing with it.
Before he had a chance to pick a new target Two Time came up from behind, crouching to make themselves nearly undetectable. Moving with quick precision they lunged forward, brutally piercing their dagger into the spine of their prey. This action left the killer hunched over for a moment, processing the pain before slowly getting back up, turning his attention towards the cultist and away from the others. That’s what Two Time wanted. To create a distraction.
As soon as 1x began chase they ran, body rushing with waves of adrenaline as they were pursued. They swore they could feel their own heart beating out of their chest as if threatening to break free from the confines of their own body. This feeling left them craving more, hearing swords behind them slice through air creating sensation that just barely brushed against the delicate skin of their neck. Despite their desire for the thrill they couldn’t run forever and seeing as 1x had more stamina to spare they had to slow down. Being more vulnerable at this pace they tried to make their movements as unpredictable as possible while slowly regaining stamina. Besides desiring the chase their goal was simple, waste as much time as possible. Give their team the opportunity to continue working on generators, disperse medkits, and come up with a plan now that their healer was dead.
The only major flaw to this plan is Two Time had not yet sacrificed enough blood to satisfy the divine spawn and earn their second life, so they had to be careful. Very. Very. Careful. One wrong move meant an entanglement and a sword through their skull.
For a bit they did well, dodging and weaving around attacks that were mere centimeters from their flesh, frustrating the killer greatly. After enough time had passed they once again prepared their dagger, choosing not to crouch as it would waste precious seconds that they simply didn’t have in this moment. Turning quickly they went to go for the hit, but was stopped abruptly in their tracks. Originally they thought perhaps 1x had parried, or they had simply hit a wall, but when they turned their gaze up…they saw the killer towering above them, gripping their dagger by the blade in order to stop its attempts to plunge into his heart.
This…was new….
Two Time could feel their heart skip a beat as they cautiously met 1x’s gaze, attempting to read an expression that they couldn’t quite make out. Was it a smile? A glare? Anger? They couldn’t tell. But they knew one thing for sure, their own smile had widened, seeing this ruthless being hold their blade firm like it was nothing…. Even as sweet sickly green blood pooled and dripped from their hand they didn’t react, only letting out a low noise.
The blade was eventually let go of without warning causing the cultist, who had been trying to pull away suddenly fall onto their back because of the sudden decrease in force. They sat there, trying desperately to gather themselves before they were pinned down, 1x’s heavy foot sunk into their chest, threatening to break bones with even just a slight increase of pressure.
+ “You’re a bold one aren’t you? Sneaking up on me whilst I’m vulnerable is a foolish move. A foolish move and a foolish game you always seem to play with me. A fun chase, yet the outcome is almost always the same. It makes me wonder if part of you secretly enjoys this game of cat and mouse we’ve grown to call familiar.” +
They pushed their foot deeper into two time’s chest, leaning down,
+ “Tell me. Do you find some sort of sick, twisted enjoyment from this?” +
The pressure was crushing, pushing their ribs in to the point they feel as though they might snap in two…It took a moment, but the cultist eventually got a hold of themselves, struggling and gasping for air as they finally spoke,
=“B-By thy divine spawn you are…. a beauty to behold… Holding mysteries I desire to uncover and— and bless with thy knowledge….
I…
…Am fascinated by you….E-Enamored even….”=
1x couldn’t lie to themselves, they found the statement, bizarre yet…flattering in a way. As flattering as they could find it considering all they seemed capable of feeling was hatred. Yet…In this moment they didn’t feel their usual hate. At least, not the hate they were used to no….This felt…different….Unfamiliar.
They didn’t like it. They didn’t like unfamiliar things.
+ “You. What kind of influence do you have…. This feeling. This discomfort. It’s…unfamiliar…it’s wrong. What are you doing to me??”+
He asked these questions as though somehow Two Time would have an answer. And the answer he got? Breathless, wheezing laughter. The cultist let their head fall to the ground, releasing any last ounce of struggle. Was it acceptance…? Augh— fuck-! 1x hated these mind games— these— these feelings! Why were they laughing? Why were they suddenly giving up-?? Submitting??? What was this???
He didn’t— understand…. Why….
Suddenly, the pressure upon Two Time’s chest was released, the cultist wheezing to catch their breath as air was allowed to return into their lungs. They attempted to sit up, a haze filling their vision as they nearly blacked out from the blood rushing to their head. They had to lay back down for a moment, panting and gasping, greedily taking in all the air they could get, nearly choking on their own spit.
Despite all this they smiled. Smiled through it. Even as their chest ached with the growing pain of a likely fractured bones they smiled. Their laughter had since subsided, but that damned smile remained. It always did.
Once they gathered themselves they slowly sat up, not expecting 1x to still be standing so close. As they noticed and turned to look up their chin was grabbed, forcing their gaze once again up to meet his,
+ “You wish to know more yes? That obsessive curiosity of yours that drives you to behave this way…Very well. You shall learn more, but only if you treat me as the divine being you presume me to be. Worship me. Submit to me as you submit to the divine spawn. Maybe then you’ll get those answers you so desperately crave.” +
The silence that followed was long and the air was thick. 1x’s voice was commanding, powerful….alluring…. As Two Time sat there with their face grasped by the other’s hand they slowly brought their shaking hands up to their chest clasping them together before closing their eyes and praying. This. This was their submission. Their devotion. They prayed and prayed not just to spawn, but to 1x, referring to them in their murmurs like they were some kind of god.
1x couldn’t help but enjoy this act. He could feel pride swelling in his chest as his grip subconsciously tightened on the cultist’s face, razor sharp claws threatened to cut into flesh. He couldn’t help the smile that slowly tugged at the corners of his mouth. Yes. This was satisfactory to him. This poor, pathetic little survivor so entranced by his existence that they bow down to him. It was a sickeningly beautiful sight to see, even after they finished praying.
+ “Good…very good…I am satisfied by your display of devotion for now. “+
There was a pause before he let their face go.
+ “Venture into the woods as the clock chimes tonight. Perhaps I shall bestow upon you a gift…
…Don’t keep me waiting.” +
With that, the killer stood up fully, turning to leave as they pulled their other sword out of the ground, having stuck it there earlier to free their hand, now going on to search for their next victim. He brought a hand up to his face, crushing his own eyes in order to see where everyone was. The crackling sound that followed the action sent shivers up Two Time’s spine, watching as the killer ran off to pursue their next prey.
Two Time felt blessed. Even as their chest heaved and ached with pain they felt blessed. Blessed by not just their divine spawn, but someone entirely new. It was working, the web they had began to so delicately craft was almost complete. Now, they just needed their victim to walk into it willingly.
Before they knew it the time had come. Last man standing. A bit surprising with how difficult this area was for 1x to traverse especially seeing as their attacks were unable to be angled upwards, making the uneven terrain a nightmare. Perhaps killing Elliot early only really did make the team collapse. All that was left now was Two Time who was forcibly respawned into their second life as soon as that dreaded ticking started. The killer knew where they were now and they had to act fast, cracking open the bloxy cola they saved in order to provide a much needed speed boost. Even with their extra health in LMS they were still fragile and not fast enough to outrun him for the entirety of the timer.
As soon as the effects kicked in they made a run for it, heading towards raised ground in order to lessen the chances of being caught in an entanglement or a mass infection. Even if they had submitted to him they were still going to put up a fight. What fun would it be if they just accepted temporary death with open arms. This was still a fight for survival after all.
1x was glad Two Time didn’t surrender. It would’ve been unsatisfactory to just have them drop to their knees and accept their fate, especially with their precious encounter just a few minutes ago. After their vision of the survivor faded they swiftly plunged their swords into themselves, casting necromancy. The area now littered with their undead minions, acting as an emergency speed boost and a locator in a pinch. He then used unstable eye to solidify location before breaking into a sprint, slicing through two of his minions to speed up significantly.
Hearing those heavy footsteps rapidly approaching from behind sent waves of adrenaline through the cultist as they broke into a full sprint, barely even able to make any distance with the effects of the cola since the killer had a speed boost of their own. Before they even had time to process 1x had already closed the gap and a slash of a sword against their back had them clutching their arm as blood gushed from the open wound. They were injured. Badly injured. Yet despite it, they continued forward, taking that brief moment of stillness to regain some stamina in order to continue running. They dodged, ducked, and weaved the best they could, just barely avoiding the killer’s grasp, clock ticking louder and louder as it approached closer to 0. They could do this. They just— had to keep it up a little—
Longer—!
And then it happened. That one wrong move. Two time knew an entanglement was coming. They knew it would happen any moment. They knew they had to try and juke it. But like a fool they had become predictable enough to where 1x knew exactly where they were going to avoid being hit. So, once that entanglement did come, two time walked right into it.
That’s when they accepted their fate, not seeing the point in struggling out of the attack. They lost. They lost fair and square. Did that bother them? Perhaps surprisingly, no, it did not. In the moment it might’ve been frustrating, but they found the killer’s ability to read them so well much more impressive, clearly showing off his carefully crafted skills.
As their head was grasped tight they took a deep breath, a sweet wave of euphoria washing over before everything went black.
If there was one thing Two Time was thankful for is that 1x made their death quick. Not painless, but quick.
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Waking up in the cabin was nothing new. It was an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Equally disturbing as it was comforting, at least for Two Time. As they sat up they could feel their body ache, rattled with pain where they had been slashed and struck. Even without any visible injuries their body remembered the pain, something all the survivors unfortunately had to deal with. The cultist was lost in their own thoughts before they were interrupted again by Chance approaching, wearing that smug smile as always. A poker face it was. A desperate attempt to look put together, to hide his terror. At least for now this smile was more genuine, or at least that’s how it appeared at a glance,
“Good job out there with that stun! Team probably wouldn’t have fallen apart so fast if my gun hadn’t blown up in my face when I had weakness 12 haha—!! Oh well, guess ya win some, lose a few hundred am I right?”
= “Right. You certainly enjoy taking risks don’t you?” =
“I mean I guess— it’s riskier the more the coin decides to land on tails. Plus, I don’t really got anything to lose when I’m stuck in a pocket dimension that’s essentially hell, so might as well make it interesting!”
= “Mhm. If it is what you must do to maintain sanity then do as you must. Divine spawn shall guide you.” =
“Yeah….right. Ahem Uh— anyways, 1x was BRUTAL today man! Like— damn! I know they’re made of hate and stuff, but they seemed particularly ruthless today. Or was that just me?”
= “I suppose so. By the spawn perhaps something happened earlier that sent them into a rage, or perhaps they were simply feeling more violent than usual. One can only guess what our tormentors do outside of thy endless game of cat and mouse.” =
“I’m gonna pretend like I understand what you just said.”
= “Okay.” =
“Well uh— anyways— it was nice talkin and uh— Guest n Elliot are making something for us to eat, so just wanted to let you know in case you wanted any….You kinda look like a walking corpse no offense—“
= “Spawn believes in long periods of fasting as a display of will and devotion. I will sustain myself when the time comes.” =
“Well, can’t say I didn’t try. Talk to you later times!”
= “Bye Chance.” =
As time ticked by Two Time felt themselves become increasingly restless, pacing around their small room in the cabin, fiddling with their dagger as some kind of attempt to soothe themselves. They could hardly wait for the clock to strike midnight hour, the chime 1x had mentioned. Their mind raced with eager ideas and thoughts on what possibly the killer planned to gift them, if they were worthy of receiving it at all that was. Regardless they were excited, racing thoughts turning into ones of violent nature, mostly targeted towards themselves. An odd, unhealthy coping mechanism, but one that never failed to help silence the thoughts in their brain. Bring them some sense of control and peace in a place that stripped it all away.
Before having the chance to sink further into their own mind the clock chimed sending the cultist practically sprinting to gather their things, bringing a small messenger bag, their dagger, and a scarf to keep warm. They weren’t sure if they needed the bag or the dagger, but would bring it just in case.
Peeking carefully out the door of their room they listened, listened for sounds, voices, or other signs of life within the cabin. What met them was silence. Silence that was only interrupted by the occasional creak, snore, or sound from the outdoors. Despite this, the cultist moved slow and careful, avoiding certain floorboards in order to create as little noise as possible. If someone caught them or saw them sneaking out there was a chance they could be followed and being followed could be devastating. Dangerous even.
Making it out of the cabin was the hardest part, once they were out the door and down the steps the tension eased a bit, now feeling comfortable enough to walk normally. There was something oddly comforting about being out here so late, the quiet, ambient sounds filling the air. The cool breeze, the leaves and sticks crunching under the weight of each of their steps. It was…peaceful. A sensation they hadn’t felt in a long time. Perhaps they should do this more often on their own time.
The walk was neither particularly short, nor long, the time passed having slowly becoming an afterthought as they approached where 1x asked to meet them. The spot they chose to wait was a bit secluded, but not too far into the forest to be necessarily difficult to find. The area was clear enough to be seen without much struggle yet surrounded by enough fauna to be discreet. In truth, they had no idea if this was the right spot since 1x never specified exactly where they’d meet, but they hoped this would suffice.
And suffice it did as after a few minutes, Two Time heard someone approaching, those familiarly heavy footsteps telling them all they needed to know. Turning around they saw that familiar face steadily approaching before coming to a halt just a few feet away. It felt…almost wrong to see 1x outside of a match, the looming threat of death not present in this moment like it usually was. And his appearance it was…different. Yes, the killer’s appearance shifted quite frequently as he had the ability to shapeshift as he desired, but this was something else. His hair which was usually tied up was let down, allowing it to flow down in delicate strands all the way down their back. Chains still remained bound around their arm and torso, but the armor, scarf, and tattered cape were nowhere to be found, instead being replaced by a cloak. The cloak was a bit torn, but not worn beyond repair. Rather…well used. Well loved even.
The silence remained for some time, the two of them simply existing in each other’s presence for a moment. No violence. No threats. Just. There. It was only when 1x reached into their cloak to grab something was the silence broken,
+ “I…brought something. A…’gift’ in return for your satisfactory display of devotion. Come forth. Kneel before me like you had before.”+
His voice was surprisingly calm, but still commanding. The cultist did as they were told without another moments hesitation. From the killer’s cloak emerged what appeared to be…a severed body part? Not from a survivor…at least not by the looks of it, but rather one of 1x’s minions. The sight didn’t startle Two Time, but it did catch them off guard, evident in the slight shift of their expression.
+ “This is your gift. Eat it. Consume this flesh and allow it to become a part of your being. Welcome its essence into your body, your mind, and your soul.” +
Two Time had long forgotten what hunger felt like, having been so used to depriving their body of food that the sensation became numb instead of painful. Even with the rather unsightly appearance of the severed limb it triggered that unfamiliar sensation. Hungry…They were hungry, so very hungry….
Without any hesitation they accepted the gift, taking it into their hands before bringing it up to their mouth, sinking their teeth into the flesh of the rejuvenated. It was bitter, rotten, and dripping with blood of an unnatural hue. It was unpleasant, yet they didn’t stop. They…couldn’t stop. So they ate. They ate and ate until there was nothing left of the severed limb besides bone. Truthfully, it was horrific what they’d just done, behaving like they were some kind of rabid animal, feasting till they were satisfied.
1x watched the whole thing, stood there with his arms crossed over his chest subtly nodding as he observed. This broken soul in front of them consumed part of his minion like it was a sacred feast gifted from the heavens. The sight was gruesomely satisfactory.
A quick prayer as well as a gracious thanks later and the gift was now gone. Now the two were once again simply existing in each other’s presence, stood together in silence till eventually the cultist moved, sitting down. They pat the ground next to them, offering a seat nearby for the killer to occupy. In which, he actually did, sitting down with a long sigh as his body language finally relaxed a bit. It wasn’t much, but it was the most calm Two Time had seen 1x…ever.
Some conversation was exchanged here and there, but nothing past basic small talk. 1x, at least for the time being wasn’t exactly the talkative type. Which Two Time understood, he had no reason to trust the cultist in any conversation besides meaningless back and forth. Still, he remained seated there, making an actual, conscious choice to stay here with them. It solidified the idea that this may just may be the beginning of something new. Something exciting.
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[End Chapter]
How many words? Idk, too many
Chapter 2: Vulnerable
Summary:
It’s hard to have all these emotional walls you’ve spent decades building suddenly come crumbling down. Especially when these walls were the only thing keeping your hateful facade together. Can a being of pure hatred feel sorrow?
Yes they can.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
It had been a few weeks since their initial meeting and several more had followed suit, the cultist and killer gradually becoming more comfortable with each other. Two Time was certainly the more talkative of the two, but it had reached a point where, for the most part, 1x would at least acknowledge what they said. Usually with a nod or small noise. Rarely ever words. Still, it was something.
Despite this lack of verbal communication the tension between them had lessened significantly. Getting to a point where 1x was comfortable enough to face away from the other when they sat together in their usual meeting spot, a sign of trust that they certainly wouldn’t take for granted.
Slowly but surely Two Time was able to crack and chip at the killer’s protective emotional shell, earning the occasional chuckle and if they were lucky, a smile. Not his usual malicious smile, but a genuine one. It was small, but it meant the world to them, making their heart flutter anytime they were lucky enough to catch a fleeting glimpse.
1x was….perplexed. Part of him wanted so badly to tear down his own emotional walls, finally let someone in after so many years of yearning, but every time he’d genuinely consider trying to he’d find himself overwhelmed by that uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability. He hated that feeling. Being vulnerable. Letting himself be vulnerable meant getting hurt, or worse, being betrayed by someone you thought you could trust. The moment you’re foolish enough to let them in is when you get hurt, broken down from the inside out. In spite of his hesitance, his coldness, the cultist kept coming back. Even if he didn’t tell them to, they’d be there waiting at that spot in the woods. Same time, same day they met the first time.
In a feeble attempt to express his growing fondness, 1x chose to give physical gifts instead of any type of verbal praise or affection. He couldn’t bring himself to do that yet, so little trinkets and gifts had to do. It could range from something a simple as a meal he cooked to more complex and meaningful like a, admittedly badly crafted scarf….It was the effort that counted.
Eventually, their relationship became physical. Not physical in the sinful sense, but rather simple touch. It started with 1x cautiously allowing Two Time fiddle and play with his hair while they sat by the riverside. It then evolved into leaning on one another, then occasional hand holding, and finally, before long albeit rare, cuddles. Or, at least as cuddly as 1x could be.
He was a bit possessive and aggressive with how he held the, but it would only be a matter of time till they settled down and learned to be more gentle. Two Time just had to continue to be patient. And patient they were. So…very patient.
Despite the relatively positive advancements in the two’s relationship there were downsides. Not for Two Time per se, but 1x. His performance in battle had worsened. Significantly. Allowing himself to be this comfortable around someone lead him to feeling…vulnerable around other survivors.
He shouldn’t feel this way— It made absolutely no sense—?? Why would a killer like him, this unstoppable force be…afraid…?? Letting themselves be so emotionally close to someone shouldn’t trigger this shift in behavior, yet that was the only explanation that seemed somewhat rational considering recent events.
Even with more intense training he still found himself missing shots, tunneling in too much on one survivor, or not properly using his abilities to his advantage. He hated it. He hated it because it lead to losses, losses lead to mockery. Mockery from petty survivors, mockery from that red child. [Though c00lkidd meant it playfully] Mockery from the man he hated the most. Shedletsky.
Even if it wasn’t meant to be mockery that pitiful look he gave 1x sent them into a rage. Which in turn, caused their usual strategy to become messy and clumsy. Riddled with stupid mistakes they’d usually never dare make.
The killer hoped that maybe avoiding Two Time for a bit would help them fix whatever was going on, but it only made their heart ache with some kind of yearning they couldn’t quite describe. It was agonizing to feel like this, feeling like all this control they had so carefully built up was suddenly being stripped away. He just wanted to be alone, to stop feeling like this.
To stop feeling all together…
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1x had never ‘forfeit’ a match before. Even in his worst moments he still continued the hunt. So when he did finally collapse into a corner and curl in on himself to wallow in his own sorrow, it felt like his whole world had crumbled.
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Two Time knew something was wrong. The match hadn’t started too long ago, but they knew how 1x was. They knew he should already be pursuing somebody. Plus, they would’ve certainly heard an unstable eye or mass infection by now. So to have not heard or seen anything set off alarm bells in their head. They decided to break off from the other survivors and let them take care of generators while they searched for the killer.
It took a bit of time, but they eventually found 1x in a corner, curled in on himself like a terrified child. There was a look of fear that Two Time had never seen in their cold, hateful companion. Carefully they knelt down making their presence known with a wary hand reaching out to gently grasp their shoulder.
Already knowing who it was 1x looked up, hoping the dim lighting and the pitch black appearance of his face would hide the persistent presence of tears. Though with the way Two Time’s expression softened, he didn’t have high hopes. There was nothing said between them, silence having been something they were used to by now. Plus, it was often when they were both most comfortable.
The cultist knew 1x wouldn’t dare talk about what they were feeling, so with a bit of hesitation they sat next to him, waiting for permission to initiate physical contact before pulling them into a hug. A quiet, gentle hug. No words, no judgement, no mockery. Just. Comfort.
During their shared moment Two Time could feel the other shaking lightly, their grip on them tightening as the emotions started to spill over. Quiet, choked sobs followed as the killer’s emotional wall had crumbled, allowing all these bottled feelings to come spilling out at once, overflowing. It was so overwhelming, all these feelings, thoughts, and emotions running through his head. It was too much, it was uncomfortable, it was torture. But Two Time held him through it.
1x didn’t know how long they sat embraced for, but eventually they loosened their grip, trying to pull away in as a way to signal they wanted the cultist to let go, give them some space. To which Two Time obliged, letting go and pulling back from the embrace. There had still been no words exchanged up to this point, just a small head tilt from the cultist followed by a slight nod in response from 1x.
Soon the killer stood, wiping the remaining tears away before going to grab their swords. They looked at the other still sat on the floor nearby,
+ “Run. I’m not going to grant you mercy because of this.”+
=“Good. I enjoy our chase.”=
+”….So do I….
Now go.”+
With that Two Time was back on their feet, sprinting out of the building, pretending like they had been miraculously looping the killer this whole time. It was a bit of a stretch, but believable enough that hopefully nobody would think too much about it or ask questions.
They hoped 1x would okay. Genuinely…
They’d never seen them hurt like that before. It made their heart ache. Ache in a way that hadn’t felt since…well… They didn’t really want to think about that right now…
Hopefully the two’s next visit would be okay. Time could only tell.
Notes:
Shorter chapter because I need to post SOMETHING
I GOTTA UPDATE THIS SHIT MAN /silly
Rolls around on the floor
Chapter 3: Conflicted
Summary:
Too many thoughts too many feelings. A forever unhealthy, obsessive dynamic. Was this relationship doomed to fail, or is this how it was always intended to be?
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
After the match had concluded Two Time decided to diverge from their normal routine. Even though it wasn’t the day they’d usually meet they had a feeling 1x might still need some kind of comfort. Even if he didn’t it was nice to at least have the offer.
It’s funny, originally the cultist expected their bond and relationship to be purely unhealthy. Which, to be fair, it was. During matches the two stalked each other, Two Time specifically felt a rush of mania when the other was around. Occasionally they’d participate in a bit of power play, 1x threatening to cut them open if they didn’t beg for mercy. Both parties equally enjoyed those moments, though they were few and far between as neither wanted to appear suspicious to their team. If anyone caught wind of what was going on who knows what would go down. It’d certainly be an absolute clusterfuck of a situation to say the least. Despite all this they still shared their tender moments.
Anyways, Two Time was preparing to leave the cabin when they were stopped. Uh oh. Had they alerted someone? Made too much noise? I mean— nobody had really laid down for the night yet, so that was a risk they took, but they didn’t think anyone would pay them any mind.
[ “Hey. Two time. Before you go.”]
Ah. That firm, commanding, but gentle voice. It was Guest who had stopped them. Turning around, they tilted their head, waiting for whatever the man had to say.
[ “Is everything alright. Chance said you’ve been leaving the cabin a lot to go on walks. I understand getting away from everything can be nice, but he wanted to check in and make sure something hadn’t happened with one of us to suddenly drive you away.” ]
Oh? Well that was, unexpected. Two Time expected the mention of their absence from the cabin to be part of it, but not like this. Seeing genuine concern in the other survivors face was almost confusing since, everyone, to some extent was at least a bit unnerved by them. So for someone to be actually concerned about their well being for once was, unfamiliar.
= “I’m…doing alright Guest. Thank you for your concern. I’ve just simply grown fond of taking walks to find some peace in all of this. Allow spawn to guide my path as I depart.” =
There was a pause before Guest nodded slowly,
[ “Alright. I understand. I’ll let Chance and Elliot know. Just please, if you need anything let us know. We’re all in this hell together.” ]
= “…..Thank you.” =
[ “Mhm.” ]
Two time offered a small but genuine smile before turning away, heading out of the cabin’s entrance to be on their way.
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Arriving at the usual spot the cultist was pleasantly surprised to see 1x already there. Though, it appeared they were preoccupied with something, likely having come here on their own accord. Maybe to get away from people, or maybe just to spend time on their lonesome. Could’ve been other reasons too, but 1x likely wasn’t keen on giving an explanation.
By the way his tail twitched and rattled he knew they were standing behind him. He remained unmoving however, seemingly very focused on whatever he was doing in the moment….
Wait—
A tail? That’s new. Or at least it was new to Two Time. In fact, the other’s appearance had visibly shifted a bit. Long, tight, pitch black locs ran over his back and the sides of his face, one strand draped over the center. He always either had snowy white or pitch black hair. They were used to him having locs too, but was much more familiar with the other style he usually wore. Much thicker, looser coils that didn’t stretch down as far, little floating particles of corruption decorating his head.
+ “Are you going to keep staring, or will you finally gain the courage to say hello?” +
= “Sorry. I’m just not familiar with…” =
+ “This change in style? Don’t make a fuss about it. I needed something different.” +
= “ Hm…may I sit please?” =
+ “….Fine. Do as you please.” +
= “Thank you divine spawn for this blessing.” =
1x grumbled in response to that, turning his head away to finish cleaning his hair up. Ah, that’s what he’d be so focused on, touching up the ends of his hair in order to have them appear more how he wanted them to. Even with the ability to shapeshift, touching up all those little details must’ve taken quite a bit of time.
Speaking of shift, his body shape was different too, less feminine shapes present than the last time they’d seen each other. In fact, the killer’s appearance overall was more masculine leaning. That was by no means a bad thing, just something Two Time found interesting. Interesting enough to break the short lived silence,
= “Does your ability to shapeshift have any limits?” =
+ “….Why are you asking?” +
= “Curiosity once again plagues my soul. I seek answers, I seek knowledge.” =
+ “…… I can’t change my color or the transparency of my torso. Nor the color of my eyes. I can change my height, but not drastically. Besides that my appearance can be shifted however I please.” +
= “Does it have to be a humanoid shape?” =
+ “Yes.” +
= “Fascinating….
…
Does your ability to shapeshift tie into your powers of necromancy?” =
+ “Pardon me?” +
= “Well, since you can shift your appearance I am left to assume you do not abide by our mortal laws of physics.” =
+ “That’s correct. I am multi dimensional.” +
= “So are you blessed with immortality?” =
+ “…Yes…” +
= “By spawn…you are divine…powerful…Everything the cult worshipped… You are an embodiment of it. Your ability to raise the dead is like its own second life…Wait…No…A third..?” =
+ “Mm..I mean in some respects, yes. If you were to revive into your second life and I took that life, then were to revive you then I suppose that is a third life. Though, you’d no longer retain your humanity nor your consciousness. Reborn simply as a slave to my will.” +
= “A blessed fate.” =
That last part sent a shiver up 1x’s spine. In one situation cultist could be kind and caring, stable even, but in this moment he could see their how shattered their poor, delicate mind was. So very delicate. So easily..influenced. He knew the whole spawn shit was a hoax, that was blatantly obvious to someone like himself. Someone who could actually revive the dead. If the killer were to guess, the Spectre likely had something to do with Two Time’s ability to revive after sacrificing enough blood. Would he ever dare to have that conversation with them? God no. It’d ruin the fun. Plus, what good would it even do? They were already broken down enough, no need to break them further.
While in his own mind he’d failed to notice how close the other had gotten, turning to look down only to be startled by the cultist who was mere centimeters away from his face, looking up with that unnerving stare, their smile wide across their face.
+ “What is your problem with staring?” +
= “Apologies. It’s a habit I’ve picked up after being sent to this place. It’s not my intent to stare. It just. Happens.” =
+ “Right. Stop it then.” +
With a nod Two Time looked away, choosing a spot on the ground next to them to zone out on. Were they really that willing to just do whatever they told them to? No questions asked?
God their dynamic was so fucked. One moment they were sharing a tender experience, the next Two Time was on their knees being fed the killer’s blood as a sign of their devotion. It was unhealthy, it was wrong. They were disgustingly dependent on one another. Though, it was obvious who was actually control. Who dangled the prize above the other’s head. It was 1x.
Even if Two Time had their own obsessive, creepy behavior they’d drop to their knees in an instant if commanded to. They were a prime target to be manipulated, toyed around with like some pawn. Yet that’s what they wanted. It’s what they both seemed to want. At least…That’s how it felt in the heat of the moment.
The both of them sat with each other for a while, for once actually engaged in back and forth conversation.
Though it was mostly the cultist asking question after question, hoping to get answers that satisfied that gnawing curiosity in their gut. To which, 1x answered for the most part, though he would refuse to go into detail about certain things like their translucent torso and its borderline multi dimensional properties. That was not a conversation they were interested in having right now.
Eventually the talk shifted to more mundane things, specifically discussion of the other survivors, or in 1x’s case other killers. Two Time tried to pry for information about what the other did in his spare time and his interactions with his roommates, but was left with rather unsatisfactory answers.
1x was stubborn and clearly not in the mood to open up about what went on outside of a match. The only thing he’d comment on is how often he trained, or how annoying it was to clean up after c00lkidd tore through the shared kitchen.
In contrast, the cultist was very open about the survivor’s cabin, going on and on about the others and their behavioral quirks. What they did in the free time as well as how each of them had carefully decorated the small room they each stayed in, something to make it feel more like home. Less like hell.
Although not intentional, 1x found the information quite useful, learning the different quirks of each survivor. Learn what set them off, what made them tic. Some of the things he found himself struggling with in the heat of a match might be able to be mitigated using this new found knowledge. Taunt the survivors he hated most in a way that forced them to be messy, let anger overtake their actions. Make them vulnerable. If there was one thing he knew for certain about anger, it easily clouded logical judgement. He should know.
As more time passed 1x soon made the decision it was time for the two to part ways. He was done with this conversation and wanted to get back to training. Plus, the constant blabbering in his ears from the survivor had gotten to a point where it was uncomfortably overstimulating, made his hands shake. So, with swift goodbyes they both left, knowing it wouldn’t be long before they would cross paths again.
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It worked.
Using what they had learned from Two Time, he was able to piss many of the survivors off. Make them stumble, get aggressive, and best of all make them predictable. Stupidly predictable. His previous issues with performance were no longer a problem as the wins began to stack. Team wipe after team wipe after team wipe, leaving nobody, not even his dear companion safe from the infectious poison of his swords. It was so very satisfying, laughter filling his chest as he once again clamped the last survivor’s head between his fingers, crushing their brain to a disgusting pulp with a squeeze, ending the match with beautifully poetic bloodshed.
Respawning back at the killer’s cabin he let out a satisfied sigh, swiftly heading to his room to get cleaned up, wash away the results of today’s massacre. Before he could do that though he was stopped by a familiar growling sound. A certain someone’s way of getting his attention. Turning around he saw John standing there, slightly hunched over in order to avoid hitting his head on the doorway.
+ “What do you want Doe?” +
It took a moment, but the words slowly formed beside the beast, ones and zeros transforming into crude letters that strung together like a textbox you’d see in an old video game. It read,
| = Y0u s33m t0 b3 1n a b3tt3r m00d th3s3 d@ys. . . Y0ur p3rf0rm@nc3 has 1mpr0v3d. . . = |
[You seem to be in a better mood these days. Your performance has improved]
+ “ Yes? What’s it to you Doe?” +
| = 1 just w@nt3d to sh0w 1 n0t1c3d. Y0u are v3ry sk1lled w1th y0ur w3@p0ns 1x. . . = |
[I just wanted to show I noticed. You are very skilled with your weapons 1x.]
+ “Mm…Okay I get it. Is that all? Are you done?” +
| = . . . Y3s. @p0l0g13s, 1’ll l3@ve y0u b3 n0w. . . = |
[Yes. Apologies, I’ll leave you be now.]
+ “Right. Bye.” +
| = W@1t. . . =|
[Wait.]
+ “What?” +
| = P3rh@ps w3 c0uld sp3nd s0m3 t1m3 t0g3th3r s00n? . . . L1k3 w3 us3d to . . . = |
[Perhaps we could spend some time together soon? Like we used to.]
+ “Mm…Maybe…I’ll…get back to you on that when I have spare time.” +
| = . . . =) . . . = |
+ “Just get going. I need to clean up.” +
With a gentle nod Doe left, crouching to fit under the doorframe before being on his way, corrupted code trailing behind as his one arm dragged against the floorboard, leaving scratches in its way. The floors were covered in marks and various other damage, worn down from the years of abuse. It’s something 1x hadn’t really paid much mind to until now. He wondered if the Spectre would bother to fix it, or if they’d end up with a hole in the floor first.
But that didn’t matter right now. Entering their room with a sigh the killer unclipped their cape, tossing the blood soaked garment aside. An unpleasant sound followed as hit the floor. Gross.
Off came the crown next which was delicately placed upon his nightstand, followed by his boots off into the corner as well as the armor on his shoulder. Lastly were the swords, removed carefully from their resting place on his back. Unlike his other stuff he actually took the time to clean them, scrape every last bit of flesh and blood off till they were spotless. On the wall they went, placed in their holding rack till the next eventual bout of bloodshed.
Running his fingers through his locs, 1x cringed at how several of them bunched and stuck together, caked with a hefty layer of blood at the bottom. It’d be a pain to wash out. Even more of a pain considering he had already so carefully cleaned them not even a week prior. Guess that was the consequences of having hair that long while being so violent.
Whilst in the midst of cleaning himself and his hair his mind started to wander, thoughts gradually shifting around different subjects till eventually the cultist came to mind. That damned survivor he’d grown so disgustingly fond of. Their fascinating obsession with one another would leave anyone else horrified, a sickening cycle of yearning desire, violence, devotion, and worship. Part of him wanted to tear them limb for limb, make them beg for his mercy. Bend and break them to fit his will, string them up like a helpless puppet. The other part? It begged for the closeness they had slowly grown familiar with. A type of intimacy he had only ever felt once. A type of sick sweetness he could never seem to get enough of. Conflicting to say the least. Maybe that’s how it was destined to be. A forever toxic cycle of manipulation.
Is that…what he wanted? Is that what they both really wanted? Ugh. These thoughts were becoming nauseating to keep dwelling on, so once they were done cleaning up they decided to dive headfirst into more training. Realistically they didn’t even need to train as frequently as they did. They just did it to fill that empty void in their chest. Or in this case, to act as a distraction from their own indecisive mind.
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[Chapter end]
Notes:
Some more manipulative, conflicted 1x because they hatred filled bastard can’t decide how they feel about two time
Lots of masc pronouns for 1x this chapter because I felt like it lalalalalala
Chapter 4: Quick Art Break
Summary:
So uh, quick break to share some art because I ended up drawing the versions of Two Time and 1x from this fic! Hope y'all enjoy!
Btw, I am currently working on a new chapter, so keep an eye out!
Notes:
Update: I changed the file type so hopefully those who couldn’t see it before can view the images now!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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MY NAME IS TWO TIME AND MY PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM
Notes:
If you recognize my art style; Nuh uh /silly
Chapter 5: Guilty desires ⚠️
Summary:
Two Time gets a little too restless.
Notes:
PSA: THIS CHAPTER IS NSFW AND CONTAINS WRITTEN DEPICTIONS OF MASTERBATION. IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE OR YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU. 🙏
If you see grammatical or spelling errors I apologize it’s like 4 am rn
Chapter Text
Two Time was restless. They had been for a while now. Uncomfortable. It was late too, at least that’s what the old grandfather clock in the main room said. 3 am.
No matter what they did to try and ease their mind and get some rest they couldn’t. Reading, writing, poor attempt at meditation, adding more trinkets and offerings to their alter, nothing soothed their mind enough to let exhaustion kick in. It was now their 4th night without proper rest.
Now they laid there again in bed battling a thousand different thoughts racing through their mind. This uncomfortable feeling of anxiety hovered around causing them to fiddle with their fingers and feel over old scars. Something, anything to try and ground themselves.
Overtime the anxiety didn’t lessen necessarily, but with enough effort and repetition they were able to guide their thoughts elsewhere, thinking about recent events as well as… you know who.
Oddly enough letting their mind wander and think about the killer they had grown so fond of helped to ease that heavy feeling in their chest. Stop their nervous fidgeting, at least for the moment. They thought about the last time the two met, 1x’s appearance being so different, but just as enthralling. The cultist had no issues admitting they found him very attractive. Hell, there were other survivors that thought the same. So they weren’t alone in that thought.
Now…despite their calmer state of mind Two Time still wasn’t able to find sleep. They were in fact still restless. Not restless in the sense they’d been before, no, but a different kind. Accompanied by a feeling. A warmth. A familiar warmth.
Fuck. Fuck…they hadn’t felt this in a long time. Unable to even able to recall the last time they felt this, heat creeping into their face and down their body. Stomach tied in knots with that oh so familiar fluttering sensation.
The cultist let out a huff, rubbing the sides of their arms before unraveling them, allowing their hands to travel around their own body. As they did the ache grew stronger. That want. That need… All they could imagine were a certain someone’s hands gently caressing their form, feeling over every delicate curve and protruding bone of their thin frame. Maybe make a snide comment on how sickly they look. A compliment in their eyes.
As time wore on their touches shifted, moving a hand up their shirt to grope at their breast, other moving down to teasingly tug at the waistband of their pants. They were still caught up in their fantasy, eyes closing as they continued to touch themselves, visualizing 1x hovered over them in their mind, murmuring things about how pathetic and submissive they were. The thought pulled a soft sound from Two Time’s throat.
Alright… Guess they were doing this now huh? Who knew trying to get themselves to sleep would wind up like this? No matter, they were too preoccupied with themselves to think further on it, body growing desperate for more stimulation.
Shifting the blankets off to give themselves room Two Time lifted their hips, pulling down their sweatpants and boxers down till the garments fully slid off their body. They lowered their hips back onto the mattress and tossed the clothes aside. A shuddering sigh followed as the cool air of the room was exposed to burning lust. Careful eyes opened, looking down at themselves and their hard on. Their shame. Their lust fueled shame.
The thought of 1x still floated around their mind as they shakily wrapped a hand around their cock, giving a few tentative strokes, testing the waters. Fuck…they were sensitive alright, precum already beading up at the tip, threatening to trickle down the shaft as they slowly stimulated themselves. The other hand went back to groping their chest, head leaning back as a moan slipped past their lips.
Shit— they didn’t mean to let that out. They had to be quiet. It didn’t matter how late it was, those cabin walls were thin. Not thin to the point of every little creak and murmur being heard, but enough to where if they got much louder it might become a very awkward situation. After all, they weren’t the first survivor to have been heard ‘taking care of themselves’ before. Sound proof walls would certainly be nice. Hint hint spectre.
Letting that spike of anxiety settle, Two Time continued, stroking their length with a rhythm they were comfortable with. They bit their bottom lip in an attempt to stifle any further noises. Oh how badly a pathetic whine wanted to escape, but they had to hold it in. It didn’t help they continued fantasizing, imaging 1x hoisting Two Time up against the wall like they weighed nothing, possessive, aggressive touches all over their sensitive body. Fingers trailing all over while they looked for that sweet, sensitive spot on their neck. God the thought was intoxicating. It sent their vision into a haze as they sped their movements up, chasing that building pleasure as the coil in their gut began to tighten.
They had long since ceased with being gentle, jerking themselves off at a rough, fast pace as the other hand’s fingers lightly clawed against their own skin. They couldn’t help but to softly whisper 1x’s name over and over again, begging for someone who wasn’t there. Oh how badly they wanted him. Craved his embrace, his possessiveness, his affection, and the raw control he had over them.
With a few more strokes the coil finally snapped, the cultist arching their back as they climaxed. Their orgasm hastily spurted out onto their own stomach and chest, leaving a less than desirable sticky mess they’d need to clean up. Though they couldn’t pay any mind to that at the moment, being focused solely on riding out their high, mouth agape yet no sound seemed to be able escape.
As the sensations gradually settled their body relaxed, sinking back into the mattress as their breathing steadied. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over them, sleep already attempting to pull them away. That had to force themselves to wait, still needing to clean up the mess they just made. Damn— they got it all over their shirt. Luckily it was a night shirt, but still. After a few tissues and a shirt tossed lazily into the hamper Two Time flopped into bed, feeling weightless as they pulled the blankets over themselves, easily lulled into the comforting embrace of sleep.
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Waking up late the next ‘morning’ Two Time shifted, slowly opening their eyes as a knock on their door pulled them from their slumber. They groaned slightly before acknowledging the presence with an audible “Hm?” To which they were greeted with,
“Hey Times! Sorry to come knocking, but Guest wanted me to get you up so you had time to relax and get dressed before the round starts! Hope you slept alright!
…
Uh- well— I’ll uh— leave ya be now, cya in the main room!”
Two Time didn’t even get to respond before Chance left, hearing his familiar footsteps head back down the hall. They let out a sigh as they laid there in bed, gaze turned up towards the ceiling, staring into nothingness.
Suddenly, it all came flooding back to them. Last night. What they’d done. The things they imagined. The name they murmured over and over. That long forgotten feeling having suddenly surfaced. They couldn’t help but to feel this gnawing pit of guilt. Why? They shouldn’t feel guilt. It wasn’t wrong for them to fantasize and pleasure themselves. So why? Why did they feel guilty?
Were they feeling guilty because 1x is a killer? Was it because it had been a while? Or were they feeling this way because this time they weren’t thinking about….
…
You know what. Two Time didn’t want to delve into that thought right now. They couldn’t. They didn’t want to think about that right now. They didn’t— they didn’t want to think about them…
They needed to visit 1x again soon.
Very soon.
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[Chapter end]
Chapter 6: Fleeting Desperation ⚠️
Summary:
1x hasn’t been seen around for a week. Two Time doesn’t seem to be handling it well, little did they know 1x is fine. Just, preoccupied with something.
What happens when the two finally reunite in a match? Things get messy. In a good way.
Notes:
WARNING, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES AND SUGGESTIVE SCENE DEPICTIONS INCLUDING GRINDING, DETAILED MAKING OUT, AND BITING/MARKING. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE OR UNDER 18 PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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It had been a few days since their shameful act and Two Time still couldn’t get 1x out of their mind. It’s all they thought about if they were honest. They had attempted to visit him, waiting at their usual spot, but unfortunately nobody ever arrived and the cultist couldn’t wait outside forever.
They had considered venturing into the woods to try and find the cabins the killers resided it, but quickly decided against it. Not only might they get lost, but who knew if the killer they’d come across first would even be 1x. Not to mention how would 1x even explain their presence to their fellow killers? No. It wasn’t worth the risk.
Recent matches didn’t provide any help either as 1x had rarely been the killer. In fact he had only been killer once in the past few days. Unusual. Plus, even when she was killer that one time the moments they shared were fleeting at best. Conversations were awkward, strained by their secrecy, leaving Two Time yearning as they were forced to part ways again. Even if they happened to be lucky enough to get chased they had to be wary of their fellow survivors. These last few days had felt like torture because of it.
…Had it only a few days? Had it been longer— shorter?? They couldn’t even keep track of the time that passed, pacing away the empty hours of the days in their room when they weren’t fighting for their life against the other killers.
Part of them began to wonder if 1x was okay. Considering they’d missed their usual meeting. Oh god. Had they done something to upset him? They didn’t remember saying or doing anything that caused that subtle, but visible shift in her expression. They surely would’ve noticed it right? Besides, they had received more verbal praise than usual whilst on their knees worshiping. Surely the cultist hadn’t done something to piss her off. Right?
Even after trying to convince themselves it couldn’t be that, the worry lingered, only getting worse with every round that passed without 1x hunting them down.
They weren’t coping well.
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1x groaned, forcing themselves out of bed. Their body hung heavy, a dull ache clinging to their limbs. They were fatigued and mentally out of it. In fact the past week they’d been out of it. She always felt out of it whenever that time of year reared its ugly head. Was it even a time of year thing anymore? It seemed like it just happened whenever nowadays.
What she was referring to was of course her heat cycle. A bizarre, bothersome thing her body experienced because well, fuck her in particular I guess. She didn’t even know why it happened, a being like himself had no instinctual need to reproduce, nor did he really have genuine interest in doing so. Besides, the eggs he produced never seemed able to be fertilized. Didn’t matter if they were in his womb or his depositor. They never hatched. Which, to be fair was probably good all things considered. Maybe this infertility had something to do with the spectre? Honestly they didn’t really care to find out.
Anyways, this week had been hell. More times than he could count he’d wake up uncomfortable, heat aching all throughout his body, mind and judgment clouded with a need he couldn’t fulfill on his own. His body felt so fragile, weak even. A heavy weight of instinctive submissiveness accompanied the discomfort. It was awful.
Multiple times they considered going to Two Time for assistance, but never found the courage nor the energy to do so. They were already exhausted while in heat and walking for any amount of distance made their stomach twist in knots. It made them nauseated. The one match they had participated in this week had been before their heat had taken its full effect. Now in this state she couldn’t do anything, feeling helpless, pathetic. All she could do now was ride it out. Maybe get the occasional helping hand from Doe when she got desperate enough. Though, finding relief in him was significantly less satisfying than it usually was. That was likely due to her mind and body subconsciously yearning for someone else.
Still, it did help a bit and that was better than nothing.
As the days passed by 1x’s heat gradually and slowly subsided, his strength gradually replenishing till he felt like his usual self again. He immediately put his newfound energy towards training, ensuring he hadn’t gotten rusty or lost any skill while in heat. Like usual, his skill hadn’t dwindled. It never did, but taking the time to train and test his limits it eased his subconscious.
…
Wait.
He felt like he was— forgetting something.
What— what was….
Oh. Oh shit! Two Time— !
It had been over a week, almost two since they last saw or spoke to each other and knowing how fragile that poor little cultist’s mind already was 1x had a feeling they probably didn’t take his absence very well—
Shit. Well, scratch what she was doing she had to figure out what to do ASAP.
Part of her felt stupid for worrying at all, but at the same time she really couldn’t help it. There was that little fragment within her that cared. Cared enough to want to check in. She wouldn’t admit that though. Not to herself nor her companion.
Originally he had just planned to go wait at their usual meeting spot, but that idea was quickly turned on its head when he realized it wasn’t the usual day of the week or time that the two were used to. So that was a no go.
That left two more options. Wait for a match to start where he is killer, or go to the survivor’s cabins. Neither was particularly ideal, but the latter of the two sounded like more could go wrong especially seeing as it was ‘morning’ time in this hellscape.
After a few agonizing hours a match where 1x was killer finally started, their vision fading to black before they came to, surroundings coming into view. Pirate Seas. Not the worst map. At least it was vast and had many places hidden away from sight. That’s part of what made it so annoying to hunt in. However, for once, he wasn’t particularly interested in killing. He’d still initiate chase to instill fear, but if he subtly swapped targets to Two Time there’s a good chance they’d get the memo and kite him to somewhere more secluded. At least, that’s what he hoped for.
Two Time froze up when their gazes met allowing 1x to get off a hit she wasn’t intending on landing, it was supposed to be a warning shot. However, the hit seemed to jolt Two Time into motion, prompting them to dodge her next swing before ducking away to start running, beginning the chase. Luckily despite the rather nasty hit they’d sustained that obnoxious pizza boy had tossed a heal the cultist’s way as they ran, allowing them to return to full health whilst running from the killer.
1x was right in her judgment, Two Time had caught on quickly, leading her away from the main group of survivors. They continued until the two eventually tucked away behind a corner of one of the ship’s upper stairwells. It wasn’t the most spacious, but it was far away from everyone else, that’s what mattered.
For a brief moment there was silence, only the sounds of labored breathing filled the air as they both regained their stamina. 1x was originally going to be the first to speak, but was interrupted by Two Time practically tackling her with a hug. Uncomfortably tight, but well meaning, yearning almost. The pressure and sensation was less than pleasant for her.
She tolerated the embrace for a few seconds before growling, forcing the other off of her, using her tail to wrap around their waist, pulling them back with a good bit of force,
+ “Enough. I understand you didn’t enjoy my absence, but that doesn’t give you the right to embrace me like that without permission…” +
= “Right— S-sorry, I’m sorry,,” =
Their voice was…trembling.
+” …Mm… “ +
1x paused for a moment, studying their body language and expression before smiling slightly,
+ “Down. On your knees.” +
Two Time followed the order without hesitation getting down onto their knees, hands clasped together held up against their chest. They looked at 1x with wide eyes, that smile they wore twitching as they awaited further instruction.
+ “That’s right. That’s a good boy. Now tell me, did you miss me that badly? Was the lack of my presence that unbearable?” +
= “It was unbearable. I suffered through many sleepless nights, wondering where you had gone. Part of me worried something had happened. I know you are a being of great power, blessed by the spawn, but the spectre…has a control over this place that nobody truly understands…I— I thought— I worried that you— you—“ =
+ “Hush… Quiet now. Nothing bad happened. I am unharmed…
I was simply…preoccupied with something…personal.” +
The cultist tilted their head in confusion. 1x responded by kneeling down, gently grabbing their chin,
+ “I will admit. Despite my outward hostility, I missed you too… sweet thing~” +
A look of disbelief crossed Two Time’s face, mixing awe with relief. Their tail began to visibly wag as their pupils dilated. In an instant their cheeks flushed as they fiddled with their fingers, forced to make direct eye contact. Hearing 1x call them a nickname like that sent waves of emotions rushing through their brain, so many thoughts all surfacing at once that they couldn’t even mutter a response. All they could do was remain knelt there, dumbfounded.
1x simply chuckled in response, lowering down fully onto his knees so the two of them were level with each other, face to face. She let out a huff, a low growl following as her gaze turned elsewhere. It appeared as though she was contemplating doing something, a tinge of uncertainty visible in her expression.
There was…an uncomfortable silence for a moment. Silence that for once felt tense, the air around them heavy. Both of them so clearly wanted to act so badly, but neither seemed to be able to gather the mental footing to make the first move. The only thing that changed is their faces slowly growing closer, now just mere inches apart.
…
…
1x couldn’t fucking take it anymore.
With a rough, possessive grip they pulled Two Time in, crashing their lips together in an aggressive, sloppy kiss. The cultist didn’t even get a chance to react before she held their face still, tilting her head to deepen their sudden shared passion. Subtle sounds as well as the occasional gasp escaped between them continuing to messily kiss. They only fully broke apart to catch their breaths before continuing.
Two Time wrapped their arms around the other, pulling him closer, bodies now pressed together as they desperately, sloppily made out in the middle of the match. Who knows how long the two had wanted to do this for. Judging by the way they both reacted it had to have been a while, especially seeing as the cultist felt an impatient tongue prod at their lips, begging for permission to enter which was granted without hesitation.
1x’s tongue was long, almost grotesquely so. It explored every crevice of their mouth, leaving nothing untouched. The appendage went far enough to nearly make them gag as it reached the back of their throat. What a sensation that was. They by no means disliked it per-se, it was just hard not to choke on their own spit with his tongue pushing further down the back of their throat.
Before Two Time could gag again the intrusion was suddenly removed, 1x pulling away fully from the kiss, bodies separated as his tongue still hung out for a moment, coated in the mix of saliva that connected them. He smiled at Two Time, who could only cough in response, bringing a hand up to cover their mouth in order to try and prevent spit from getting everywhere and making a mess.
Without time to properly gather themselves they were once again pressed up against the killer, a soft, but very intentional movement of his hips sent heat rushing down to their crotch. They couldn’t help the yelp of surprise that escaped, causing 1x to chuckle lowly.
He carefully dragged their hips together in deliberate, slow movements that left Two Time reeling, gasping for more. They let their head hang back, eyes wide as their arms now hung loosely by their sides, completely enthralled in the sensations. They soon felt that familiar weight of shame as they felt their hard on very obviously pressing up against their companion who simply smirked in response, halting his movements briefly,
+ “Well well what do we have here~? I’ve barely done anything and you’re already this desperate? Pathetic. That’s what you are aren’t you? Come on. Say it. Say how pathetic you are. Beg for me.” +
= “I— I’m pathetic-! A weak, pathetic little shadow limp in your embrace—! I-I’ll do anything for you— I yearn for you— f-for your touch, your embrace…y-your body,,,I am yours and yours alone. Please— Please take me… ♡” =
1x could feel a satisfied growl rising in her throat, pride swelling in her chest as her pathetic little toy cried for her. She decided to indulge them further, leaning down to press her face into the crook of their neck, gently nipping and playing with delicate skin.
A strained moan was pulled from the cultist in response to the action, arms instinctively wrapping around the killer, fingers clawing at his back in a desperate attempt for some sort of control or a means to ground themselves. Something. Anything.
1x’s movements went from gentle to ruthless, sinking those zipper-like teeth deep into sensitive flesh, blood easily bubbling up to the surface of the wound as he continued grinding their hips together. He greedily licked up the blood, savoring every last drop from the mark he’d created. Her saliva left a strange, tingling sensation in its wake. Prickling even….Poisonous. It wasn’t…unpleasant, but by no means comfortable either, still they found the entire thing unbelievably arousing. He continued like this, leaving bite after bite all over the cultist’s neck, sucking on certain spots that had them seeing stars. If he continued like this, they might just climax from the combined stimulation alone. Fuck…
Before Two Time could even muster some kind of plead they were suddenly pulled away, the shared warmth of their embrace growing cold as the match suddenly ended. The generators had all been complete early on, cutting down the timer significantly. Neither having realized how much time had passed. They had accidentally spent the whole match tucked away in the corner of the map, enthralled in each other’s presence. Hopefully nobody had noticed or went to go looking when they realized both 1x and Two Time had been strangely absent the whole match…
This might be bad.
-
Once Two Time’s vision faded back into the cabin they swiftly excused themselves to their room, doing anything to avoid being stopped and questioned by their fellow survivors. They couldn’t deal with that right now, especially with the problem they now had strained in their pants.
They’d be thinking about what just happened for a while.
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1x came to, back inside the killer’s cabin. She let out a frustrated noise, growling as the rattle on the end of her tail buzzed. After standing in the entryway of the cabin for a solid minute she angrily stormed off to her room, muttering numerous cuss words under her breath.
Why did they have to be interrupted right when it was getting interesting?? Dammit-! Now he was left to deal with all these pent up feelings and desires on his lonesome? Fucking bullshit. Fuck you spectre, fuck you and your stupid match timer. Sure, maybe he shouldn’t have done that during a match to begin with, but he still felt like he had the right to be mad. He was a manifestation of hatred after all.
Ugh she needed to let off some steam. Where was Doe when she needed him?
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[Chapter End]
Notes:
Haha,, maa maa nnaaaahhh
Brain,,, butter
: D
Chapter 7: Uh oh
Summary:
Two Time thought they were in the clear after last round. Turns out, nope! Guest, Elliot, and Chance want to have a word with them.
Notes:
Just a PSA this chapter briefly mentions sexual themes, but there’s nothing explicit
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Two Time carefully emerged from their room, looking around cautiously before exiting. They could feel from the atmosphere of the cabin that suspicions had been raised. Truthfully they couldn’t blame the others, they had every right to be suspicious, to wonder, to ask questions.
The cultist however seemed to be in the clear at the moment, not seeing nor hearing anyone as they crept down the hallway towards the kitchen. They would’ve continued to hide away in their room if they could, but unfortunately water was a necessity, something they couldn’t survive without. They had already been pretty dehydrated recently, so they knew waiting any longer would be a death wish. Sure, they’d be forced back to life by the spectre, but was dying like that worth anything? Besides, the spectre never took kindly to any of them trying to purposefully inflict harm or death upon themselves. Two Time didn’t want to be the reason they all got punished.
Anyways—! As they grabbed a fresh cup of water and were about to leave two figures blocked their path. Guest and Elliot. Judging by the looks on their faces, they had something serious to discuss with them.
Uh oh.
…
Guest was the first to break the silence,
[ “Hey. Two Time….Elliot and I are sorry to bother you, but we need to talk to you about something important. Once you’re done with your water can you join us in the game room?” ]
= “…Yes…I suppose I could….” =
[ “Thank you. We’ll be there when you’re ready.” ]
= “Alright.” =
With a curt nod Guest turned around to leave Elliot remaining for a moment to stare at Two Time before eventually joining the soldier. They didn’t like that look the pizza boy gave them. That look screamed ‘I know something is up’ and that thought made them uneasy.
The cultist took a while to finish their water. Admittedly they took their time on purpose, give them a chance to try and calm their nerves before the inevitable confrontation. It was hard to remain calm, their heart was already racing and they couldn’t help but to pick at old scars to try and soothe their racing mind. Even after they finally gained the courage to leave the kitchen there was still that sense of impending dread.
Were they…afraid? Actually, genuinely afraid? Holy shit they were. Sure, they got frightened from time to time, but this raw, genuine, shaking terror was a sensation lost so long ago they forgot how horrible it felt. They hated how each footstep of theirs felt so heavy, heart racing faster and faster as they approached the game room. The cultist’s poor hand could barely grip the door handle it shook so bad. The other survivor’s gazes fell onto them as they entered, shakily closing the door behind them. They wanted so badly to run away.
There stood Chance, Guest, and Elliot. Guest’s expression was neutral, unreadable as always. Elliot looked suspicious and a bit angry. And Chance? Spouted that stupid smile he always had on his face.
Two Time honestly and fully suspected to get yelled at right then and there, but no matter how long they waited with their eyes shut tight it never came. Eventually they slowly opened their eyes, tilting their head in mild confusion as they spoke,
= “You’re not…going to yell?” =
“Nah man, we just have some questions. Not like— interrogation style, just some stuff that needs clearing up. Y’know?”
[ “What Chance means is all three of us have noticed strange shifts in both your behavior and one of the killer’s behavior. We’ve also noticed strange things during a few recent matches. We need to know if something is going on, especially if it’s putting you in danger, or something is being done to you.” ]
Ohhh…yeah….You know that actually makes a lot of sense. The concern of if something was happening to the cultist by force or violence was a completely valid thing to be worried about. It was easy to disprove, but uh— how were they going to explain what was actually going on? Phrasing it as a way to manipulate the killer sounds bad, flipping the narrative to say they were the one being forceful is even worse, and they had a sneaking suspicion their teammates wouldn’t take the idea of them being in a ‘relationship’ with that killer very well.
Shit.
[ “Two Time?” ]
= “Huh?” =
[ “Are you okay? What’s going on?” ]
= “It’s nothing. I promise. I’m not being forced to do anything against my will, I’m not being hurt or tormented I promise you.” =
[ “Are you sure?” ]
= “Mhm.” =
“Man now I’m like 99% sure you two are fucking.”
^ “Shut up Chance.” ^
“Lol my bad.”
^ “Seriously though. That last match. I have never had a non forfeit match go that smoothly and I know damn well 1x isn’t the type to give up. If you had been looping them the whole time you would’ve at least taken a hit or two, but no. You remained at perfect health the entire time. Besides, I never heard you getting chased when I went to go look for bloxy colas and a medkit. And I went around almost the entire map. So fess up Two Time…What’s going on?” ^
Two Time sighed, internally accepting defeat through Elliot’s careful analysis of last match,
= “1x and I…have a uhm… mutual fascination with one another. Me a bit more than him…. It’s difficult to put it into words…None of you would be able to understand the connection we share…
…
…I don’t— I don’t have any desire to betray you all or hurt anyone I— I’ve— done more than enough of that in this life…I just… I— I
I don’t have a better answer to give you at this moment in time.” =
“Sooo does mutual fascination mean you two like to— y’know??”
^ “Chance I swear to Telamon.” ^
“Right right—! Sorry— serious conversation— sorry. I just wanted to lighten the mood a bit.”
Even with Chance’s rather pathetic attempt at being humorous [by being nosy as hell] the air in the room stood still, oozing with tension all around. Elliot looked like he might explode any second while Guest remained almost eerily calm.
The solider placed a firm hand on his shoulder, giving the healer a rather tender look that said ‘it’s okay, calm down.’ to which surprisingly, Elliot listened, relaxing slightly, allowing his shoulders drop as he exhaled slowly in an effort to regain his composure. His gaze now turned away from both the cultist and the taller man.
[ “Thank you for at least trying to explain. Unfortunately I agree with you that none of us are probably ever going to really understand whatever connection you two have, but as long as you’re safe, that’s what matters. At least to me. Just, please be a bit more careful during matches. I’m not sure individuals like Shedletsky, or Dusekkar would take this information particularly well. Builderman as well probably wouldn’t be too happy.”]
Two Time nodded, fiddling with their hands a bit as they waited to see if Guest or anyone else had something to say,
^ “I— I agree with Guest. I don’t agree with whatever is going on with you and 1x, but it’s also none of my business— I just— Ugh— Just— Try not to do something dumb. I don’t want to have to pick up the pieces.” ^
= “Mhm…I understand.” =
“I’d try and say something, but I’m gonna be so honest I tuned the last part of this entire convo out. Whatever you guys got going on about I’m chill man, just don’t like— die forever— please.”
= “Thank you…?” =
“Yeaaa, anyways, I’m gonna go bug the others, cya guys later!”
= “Farewell-?” =
And with that Chance was gone. Why was he even there in the first place?? He contributed so little to the conversation and spent most of it flipping his coin— Whatever, that wasn’t really Two Time’s concern at the moment. They just kind of stood there, waiting around a bit to try and gauge if the conversation was over or not,
[ “Sorry about him. It was mostly Elliot and I just wanted some clarification, make sure we weren’t reading into things wrong. You can be on your way now, I can imagine this was stressful for you.” ]
= “Mm…thank you. May the spawn bless you both.” =
With that Two Time swiftly exited the room, running away quietly on the tips of their toes like they always did, an odd quirk of theirs. Back to their room they went. Once the cultist was out of sight Guest turned to Elliot with a raised brow,
[ “Well that didn’t go exactly how I thought it would, but maybe that’s for the better.” ]
^ “I swear I saw those two on top of each other last match. And not in a violent way.” ^
[ “Knowing what I know now I wouldn’t be surprised.” ]
^ “Ugh,,,Can we sit down and play some kart? I need to get my mind off of everything.” ^
[ “Oh— Uh, sure thing. I haven’t played in a while, so pardon if I’m a bit bad haha.” ]
^ “It’s fine, I’ll teach you what Chance has taught me so far.” ^
[ “Thanks Elliot.” ]
^ “Mhm. Of course…Anytime…” ^
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Two Time shakily shut the door behind them, sinking down slowly till they were sat on the hardwood floor. Even though nothing necessarily bad happened during that small confrontation their mind was still racing and their body felt so weak. They couldn’t understand in the moment why they felt such a visceral reaction to something so seemingly insignificant, but they couldn’t stop hyperventilating, tears welling up in their eyes as they curled into themselves. Their chest ached. The room felt like it was spinning, everything was moving too fast. Too many sounds, feelings, sensations. Too much all at once.
Subconsciously the cultist did know why they reacted in this way, but they didn’t have the heart to consciously think about it. It would only cause them more pain, force them to remember something they wanted so badly to forget. But they couldn’t forget. They’d never forget.
All they could do now was quietly sob and shake until the panic eventually subsided. This could be as long as an hour, or as short as a few minutes. It was a shame their suffering was so silent, if a certain someone knew how much that conversation triggered them they’d be by the cultist’s side comforting them through their panic attack.
Oh well!
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Chance sat at the dining table with Taph, he was busy flipping his coin while the arsonist fiddled with an unfinished subspace tripmine. Was it potentially dangerous to be working on a literal bomb at the table? Probably, but neither of them seemed to really care, in fact they were caught up in a pretty ‘heated’ convo,
“No no dude I’m telling you they’re definitely getting it on already.”
! “👉❌🤷 [You don’t know that]” !
“Cmon man, let me have this bet! I want that coin stash!”
! “☝️👀👂💰👍 [Unless you saw or heard it the bet is still on!]” !
“You run a tough game dude. Guess your right. If I can’t prove it within a week, you win. Deal?”
! “ ✅✅👍 [Sounds good!] “ !
“Sweet, now can I see that subspace mine you’re working on?”
! “ 🙅❌💣💥 [No, it might blow up] “ !
“Ehh fair enough—“
☆ “What are you two doing over here?”☆
“Nothin Duse, just making bets about funny stuff.”
☆ “Mhm…Taph I thought we discussed no more making bets? I believe we also discussed not working on a tripmine at the table, no?” ☆
! “ 🙇😓🎃 [Sorry Dusekkar] “ !
☆ “It’s quite alright, just please take your project back to your room or outside please.” ☆
! “ 😞👍 [Okay…] “ !
☆ “Wonderful. Now Chance, what is this bet all about if I may ponder?” ☆
“Uhhhh….Can’t tell ya.”
☆ “Chance.” ☆
“Secret! :P”
☆ “ . . . “ ☆
“Uhhh— gotta go!”
…
☆ “Sometimes I don’t entirely understand what goes through that mans head. [sigh] I suppose I’ll go join Taph for now. Maybe they’ll be more willing to tell me.” ☆
Taph you better keep your mouth shut I stg—
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: “Miss 1x!!! Miss 1x!!!!” :
C00lkidd tugged at 1x’s scarf, trying so desperately to get their attention to which they promptly ignored. Or at least, tried to. It was difficult to ignore a not so small red beast of a child practically tearing their massive claws into your side. They knew c00lkidd didn’t mean any actual harm, the poor kid had no idea just how strong or tall they actually were. That’s what kept 1x from lashing out or yelling, they knew he didn’t know any better.
After continued attempts to get his attention he finally caved, gently, but firmly pulling c00lkidd away so he could give him their attention,
+ “ What’s up kiddo?” +
: “Miss 1x you’ve been acting really weird recently! Noli won’t stop talking about you and that scary winged guy! The one who teleports if they tag you enough times!” :
God fucking dammit Noli.
+ “What… What has Noli been saying about us kiddo?” +
: “I dunno, he always gets real quiet when I try to listen, or if I come into the room. He’s said it’s super secret! Something about for— fo — uhhhh fordibben [forbidden] romance?? I don’t really know what that means so I wanted to ask! :D” :
+ “ Of course you’d phrase it like that Noli— Ahem— Well kiddo, I’m not really sure what Noli is on about. Two Time and I have… a special bond. Like… uhm… you know how you and Bluudud fight a lot, but still play together?” +
: “Yeah???” :
+ “It’s kind of like that. Does that make sense kiddo?” +
: “Ohhhh! Oh yeah! I think I get it! You two are special friends!! You’re really annoying to each other, but you still play and have fun!” :
+ “Sure. That’s what we are kid. Now how about you go grab a popsicle and hang out with Jason. I need to talk to Noli about something important okay?” +
: “Okay! Thank you miss 1x!” :
+ “Of course.” +
As soon as c00lkidd was out of sight 1x’s expression shifted. They had been barely containing their rage that entire conversation. Not towards c00lkidd, but Noli. They soon found themselves very quickly approaching the hacker’s room, sword clenched tightly in their hand as they banged on the door,
+ “NOLI I SWEAR TO SPAWN I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS.” +
&=+ “ [ N — Not if you can’t catch— catch me! ] “ +=&
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[Chapter end]
Notes:
I could’ve made this chapter significantly more serious, but I didn’t feel like it. It has its moments, but this is more a chapter to build on character personalities
I need a nap I’m so tired mann
Chapter 8: [ Quick intermission please read ]
Summary:
Yurrrr
Chapter Text
Ok, so this chapter is basically for me to come on here and ask you guys for feedback/requests for future chapters. Like what kinda stuff do you guys wanna see, do you want some more angst, more smut, more humor, etc etc
So uh, yeah, leave some comments about whatcha want in future chapters
Uh
uhhh
runs away
Chapter 9: Mistakes
Summary:
You thought all was well? No. You don’t get the privilege of only good things. What is a coin without both sides? The moon without the sun? Yin without the yang.
1x makes a mistake that leads to a cascade of bad things.
Notes:
Hi, sorry for the heart wrenching angst ur about to read. I did read and take suggestions for future chapters and that stuff WILL happen, but this fic is slow burn which means we gotta let the fire burn before we get back to the smut.
TW // THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS:
IMPLIED/REFERENCED SELF HARM, SUICIDE MENTION/IMPLIED SUICIDE ATTEMPS/SUICIDAL IDEATION AS WELL AS IMPLIED/WRITTEN SELF HARM AND SELF DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIORS
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Nervous. Why were they always so nervous whilst waiting here. They’d both met here so many times before, so why did that deepening pit of anxiety still linger in their mind. Nothing had gone wrong between them. Even their first meeting while tense hadn’t resulted in any bloodshed or betrayal…
Betrayal. Two Time didn’t like that word. It always reminded them of someone. Someone they knew they’d never be able to face again. Even if they were somehow able to meet again. Despite their foggy mind and the brainwash inflicted by the cult they grew up in, they felt great remorse for what they’d done. They never wanted to hurt him to begin with, but they had to. The two were told by their leaders that if they completed the ritual successfully they’d both be granted the gift of second life. Something all of them were desperately chasing.
But Azure never got that gift. No matter how much Two Time prayed and prayed to spawn over their bloodied, limp body that second life never came. In fact, they hadn’t even experienced their own second life till after they were forsakened… huh…
…
Guilt… Guilt ate away at them from the inside out. Like a disease spreading throughout their veins, tainting their body with unresolved pain and regret.
When they’d first arrived here reality hadn’t sunk in yet. They were horrifically unstable, far too manic to fully process what had happened. What they’d done. They explained the whole incident to their fellow survivors like it was perfectly normal, clouded by their own fractured psyche. The look of horror they all had. Two Time could still picture it vividly.
Their mania only worsened after experiencing their second life for the first time. It was euphoria. Pure, unyielding euphoria laced with the pain of cracking bones and torn skin. It didn’t feel real the first time it happened. The pain, the thrill, the rush of it all. Now it was all too familiar of a feeling, the pain hardly bothered them anymore. It hurt, but it was a hurt they’d learned to ignore. Thinking about it in detail sent a shiver down their spine and a familiar ache around those aging scars.
Even now they were still unstable. Very much so. They were well aware of that. But they were also in a clear enough head nowadays to have these kinds of thoughts right now. Reflect and think about the past. Something they always hated to do, avoiding it whenever they could.
They would’ve sunken deeper into their own anxiety and despair if 1x’s presence hadn’t snapped them out of it. They could always tell when the adversary drew near. Those heavy, purposeful footsteps, the faint clattering of chains around their body, the subtle rattling of their reptilian-like tail. It was…familiar. Comforting even.
He didn’t have to say anything as the cultist turned around right as they approached, smile ever present on their face. Though, there was something off about it today… I mean, there was always something off about them, but this was something else. The slight furrow in their brow, that glint in their eyes, the subtle droplets of blood slowly trickling down from a wound they’d accidentally scratched open while trying to soothe themselves. Something was wrong.
Two Time didn’t seem to notice nor care about the blood until 1x drew close, shushing them before they had a chance to speak. She then knelt down, taking their bloodied arm into her clawed hands, examining the open wound. She could tell it wasn’t from her or another killer, the cut was too small to be from her sword, too clean to be from John or c00lkidd, not a messily cauterized burn from Noli’s void star, and not in the right place to have been from Jason. She glanced up at them for a moment, expression unreadable as their gazes met.
There were no words exchanged as he cleaned up the wound, licking the blood off one of his claws before working to bandage it up, stop it from bleeding further and to keep Two Time from picking at it.
Mmm…This tenderness. 1x had rarely shown that kind of delicate care to them. The two hadn’t even had a proper conversation about their…issue with hurting themselves. It was the only coping strategy they had besides a prayer and ripping out their hair. Whenever the thoughts became too much they’d just…Do it. Grab a blade, or anything remotely sharp and tear into their own skin. They did it often enough to where they didn’t think about it. At least, that’s how it was until 1x put the pieces together.
She never said anything directly about it, but Two Time knew she noticed. Her expression always remained calm as she silently gave them fresh bandages, or helped patch them up if a scab or cut opened up. She didn’t seem…Angry. They honestly weren’t sure what kind of emotions were even going through her head during those moments. They hoped she didn’t think badly of them for doing it.
Though…if he did think badly he would’ve made that very clear. He never had an issue expressing his anger or distain. In fact, all he seemed to feel to the outside eye was hatred, rage, and a multitude of other negative emotions. Yet the way he bandaged them up so delicately reminded them so much of… of—
A gentle tug on the cultist’s arm dragged them out of their thoughts. 1x was now sat next to them on the forest floor. Legs neatly crossed as her long hair reached down just enough to pool up in a small pile on the grass. They hadn’t even realized just how long her hair was until seeing it like this. They actually wondered how much longer it might be if she straightened it. Probably trip her or drag all over the ground. Hah. She’d likely come ranting to them about it, maybe let them braid her hair to get it out of the way. The idea of that made them smile…
The night was young and the air was cold. A comfortable cold. The sky was just clear enough to where you could barely make out the speckles of stars littered throughout the night. It was…beautiful. In its own strange, almost twisted way.
…
…
= “ …1x?” =
+ “Hm?” +
= “Why is it you don’t scold or punish me for my self inflicted injuries. I do it purely out of selfishness…so why don’t you—“ =
+ “Because it wouldn’t do any good. Don’t think foolishly like that. There are far more worthwhile things to punish you for. This is not one of them.” +
= “But…why?” =
+ “ . . . “ +
= “ . . . “ =
+ “Because I understand why you do it…I understand the urge. The pain…the relief…+
= “ h-Huh?” =
+ “I’m no stranger to the concept of self harm. I’ve had…my share of experience you could say. Sometimes it’s the only thing that will quiet your mind in a moment of distress or weakness. I can’t force you to stop. That’s not how it works…
What I can do however is offer care I’ve learned. Reduce the damage that’s been done.” +
= “But I am far below your status. I— I don’t— I am eternally grateful for your assistance, praise spawn for your generosity but— I—“ =
+ “Quiet yourself.” +
Two Time fell silent.
1x turned to the cultist, grabbing their chin to gently force them look at her. Her expression… it was…almost sorrowful…gentle…
Caring even…
Her other hand was soon on their shoulder. A moment’s hesitation stood before she leaned in to give them a delicate kiss on the forehead, letting go of their chin in order to move some hair out of the way of their face.
+ “I do as I please. Understood? If I desire to offer assistance then that’s not your place to question. Okay?” +
= “Mhm…I— I understand… I— I’m sorry,,,” =
A look of pity.
+ “. . . It’s okay. . . My sweet. . .sweet nightshade. “ +
…
Nightshade….that’s— that’s what…
That’s what Azure used to call them…
In fact, this— this whole exchange— down to the way 1x bandaged them up with such care to the delicate kiss placed on their forehead. It— it was just like— it—
Memories came flooding. Small flashbacks of their time spent together. The life they had begun to build with Azure. The time shared together, the laughs, the memories…the mistakes…
Oh god.
Oh god oh god.
Two Time was trembling now, looking at 1x with wide eyes. For a moment they swore they saw Azure looking back at them, shadow overcasting their eyes from the hat he always wore, their messy long hair, their smile…
Smile…the cultist’s smile had faded for once, tears rolling down their cheeks as they suddenly got up, forcefully pulling themselves away from 1x before…running. They ran. No— they couldn’t do this— not again— they couldn’t face him. They weren’t ready to. They weren’t— They didn’t want to relive this aching pain. They didn’t want to experience it all again— What if it all ended up the same. What if it all ended in ruin— They— they weren’t ready to open their heart like that. No— not again— They weren’t ready yet— They couldn’t bear the thought of doing it all again. All that flashed through their mind was how jarringly similar their companion was to Azure in that moment.
Azure. Azure…I’m so sorry— Azure….
…
Two Time ran until they physically couldn’t anymore, tripping over their own feet as they collapsed onto their hands and knees, sobbing violently as they curled in on themselves, knees to their chest. It was all too much. They were choking on their own tears and spit as they failed to catch their breath. No matter how hard they tore at their hair and scratched at scarred, delicate skin the memories wouldn’t go away. Forced to relive every little detail down to how they twisted their dagger into Azure’s heart on that fateful night.
God— Oh god they were a monster. Not the kind of monster that could be forgiven, a wretched, unforgivable beast is what they were. They didn’t have a worthy excuse for what they did anymore. They did it out of blind devotion. They didn’t it because they were told to. Did it to please the spawn, bless them both. Did they do it wrong or…or were they lied to…?
Wait…was— Was that what this was with them and 1x? Blind devotion?? A new obsession?? A repeat of everything?? Oh god oh god no please— please not again. I can’t do this again. Please— not again— no- please— no—
Not—
Again —
-
1x sat there, focused on the spot where Two Time had disappeared from. They felt a sudden emptiness spread through their chest like a slow, suffocating fog as nothing but silence filled the air. They initially contemplated chasing after them, but their body stood frozen, unable to move as they tried to process what had just happened. What had they done wrong..? Was it something they said? Were they too aggressive? Too forward??
They didn’t— they didn’t mean to make Two Time upset. They were just…trying to show them they understood their pain. That they could empathize. Was that a mistake..? Was it a mistake to reference their own pain? Their own struggles?? Fuck— Fuck! This is why they hated opening up. It always ended in someone getting hurt…
That’s all they were capable of doing huh? Hurt. Hurting everyone around them. Hating in a desperate attempt to push them all away. Never let them all see that side of her.
She always promised themselves to never be like her creator, to never abandon someone like she had been. Never hurt anyone the way he had. Yet here she is… alone. She hurt someone. Someone she had grown to trust. And now here she is.
Alone…
…Was… was this how he felt staring at them for the first time… here in this hell…? Their body and form warped far beyond the innocent creature he once called his own. That poor child who didn’t know any better? The one who had been imprisoned so long ago..?
1x felt sick. He didn’t want to be here in the woods anymore. He needed to go back to the killer’s cabin, find some sort of distraction— anything to silence his mind. His thoughts were loud and overwhelming, reminding him far too vividly of a time that brought him nothing but pain.
-
1x didn’t do anything wrong, Two Time knew that, but in that moment they couldn’t behave nor think logically. It all felt like a blur of jostled memories despite the fact that the whole situation had taken place barely a few minutes ago. Here they were, laid on cold, damp grass, clutching their chest like their breath had been stolen. Their mind screamed at them to move, get up, keep running away, but they couldn’t. They felt so…weak… so… helpless. Was this… was this how Azure felt— when…?
Maybe if they laid here long enough the spectre would grant them the mercy of a genuine death. Let their slow bleed out be enough to not come back again. To be gone. For good.
What a silly thought that was hm? Do they truly think I’d let their suffering end so easily? This is just the start of the real story. So much pain and anguish to be had, it’d be a shame to end it all so soon. This is what they were all here for. For my entertainment. My punishment. My games. You can bleed out all you want little cultist. I’ll bring you back. Just like I did the first time you died.
Two Time woke up in their cabin room, laying on the floor. The moment they dared to sit up a piercing pain struck through their head, a noise of discomfort following the feeling. Right…they had almost forgotten that deaths outside the matches often resulted in unpleasant physical pain along with other uncomfortable sensations. The wounds they had torn into themselves during their episode had been forcefully healed and turned into nothing more than additional, hideous scars littered amongst the others. A wave of shame washed over them as they hesitatingly picked up the letter they knew would be waiting on the hardwood floor beside them. They could already guess what it was going to say. They didn’t want to read it, but they had to. They’d already done enough damage as it was and it wouldn’t do them any good to ignore it and potentially make things worse. Besides, it was “nice” to at least have some knowledge of what lay ahead for them and their fellow survivors.
Dearest Two Time, because of your feeble attempts to once again take your own life, you and your team will subsequently be punished following the next matches. These punishments serve as a humble reminder escape from this realm is futile and the mutilation of your body does not help that fact.
The following punishments will come into rotation over this next week:
° No item spawns
° 6th generator
° Reduced stun duration
° Double trouble [Two killers]
I wish you and your team the best of luck handling the ‘challenges’ ahead.
Regards,
The Spectre.
The other survivors had probably already gotten the news and read the shared letter. At least they wouldn’t all immediately know it was their fault, the Spectre was merciful enough not to mention them by name in the note the team would read. Though that didn’t make the sinking feeling of guilt go away…
Two Time let out a sigh, forcing themselves to stand up and walk over to their desk, opening a small drawer they’d become too familiar with. It was…where they kept sharp objects like knives, daggers, glass shards, bits of metal, razors, you name it…
Shuffling through the drawer they picked an item that they deemed satisfactory enough and went to sit on their bed. Arms or legs? Hard to pick. Did it matter? It’s not like 1x was going to notice seeing as they likely butchered their relationship with them for good. God how they wish they could just slit their wrists and bleed out the floor. They wished they could die, but they knew they couldn’t, the Spectre wouldn’t let them. It would only make things worse for them and the others. They’d all just be punished more… Mmm… punish…They needed to punish themselves…
They deserved it after all.
-
Thump.
Down went another one of those stupid training dummies. Knocked down and shredded so many times its form was practically unrecognizable. They needed new ones soon. It had been several months since the Spectre last replaced them.
It almost felt like a mockery of their anger. Their pain.
It was a shame they couldn’t use these pathetic dummies to cast necromancy. It’d be nice to have some of their minions around to assist them, but they needed an actual body. A dead one. Whatever. No use dwelling on it 1x…
Slicing the head off the dummy he sighed, kicking it away to join the mangled fabric body as he went to return inside. He hoped training would help him, take away some of the emotions, but in truth he felt worse. So much worse. The events of earlier kept replaying in a way that made his hands tremble, threatening to lose their grip on his swords. He was quick to shut himself back in his room once inside messily hanging up his weapons before sinking to the floor, back up against the door as his knees came to his chest.
1x wasn’t the type to cry often, finding the act of doing so repulsive. Repulsive in a way of shame and vulnerability, rather than genuine disgust. But right now she couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help as she buried her face into her knees and wept like a child.
Tears shifted from ones of guilt to sadness, to frustration, to anger. She was angry, so angry. Not at Two Time, but at herself. She hated herself. It hurt. Everything hurt. She wanted her head to stop hurting. She wanted it all to stop. No more. Please…
[ Telamon… Telamon she didn’t mean to— please—
TELAMON STOP— ]
…
…Before 1x was mirror they had shattered in their moment of anguish, pieces scattered all over the floor. They didn’t even remember lashing out physically. Their room around them was now in disarray, many things lay broken or damaged. It wasn’t until her vision finished clearing of tears that she realized the damage she’d done.
…
Slowly, a trembling hand reached down, picking up one of the larger glass shards. He subconsciously squeezed it hard, causing bits of the glass to break skin, leaving small cuts in its wake where the pressure was most intense. His hands shook violently as he brought the tip glass shard to his arm, using the sharpest point of it to tear into his own skin, dragging it down with enough force and anger to slice through layers of muscle. He would’ve gone down to bone if the damn thing hadn’t broken leaving shards in the wound. Fuck.
Their own blood was not a new sight. Neither was what they’d just done to themselves. It wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last. They remembered first time they did it..the piercing scream they let out… Now it was just a grunt of pain followed by eerie silence…blood pooling onto the floor. They don’t even know why they did it anymore. It just. Made them feel better. For some reason.
It wasn’t that bad anyways. She could regenerate just fine. The blood didn’t matter much either, she could re-absorb it with some effort. And the new red stain on the floor? That was nothing new in this place, nobody would notice it. She didn’t let anyone in her room anyways.
Was any of this the healthy thing to do? Fuck no. But was anything anyone did here healthy?? Probably not. It didn’t even matter anyways. She didn’t have anyone who would notice or worry anyways.
Right?
-
Those sounds. He knew those sounds from 1x’s room. Hauntingly familiar. Not in a good way.
He wished he had ended the match he was in earlier in order to catch up with his close companion before they got so self destructive. It was rare moments like this where the corruption would loosen its grasp on his consciousness mind and let him be aware, worried.
He knew for now the best thing he could do was leave 1x be, maybe bake something with the help of c00lkidd if they still had some ingredients left over. Make some food he knows she likes… After that he could probably get her room cleaned up while she was busy in a match or training. He was the only person allowed to go in there regularly after all.
Despite his own empty heart and intentions sickeningly warped by the corruption in his body, John Doe cared a lot about 1x. Her and the red kid were important to him. Something about the two made him feel. Happy…complete.
They reminded him of something, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what.
-
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[Chapter end]
Notes:
I hope you cried <3
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