Chapter 1: A Cat in the Snow
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The whole city was covered in thick layers of snow. Barely anyone is on the streets, except for a few stragglers. Regretfully, Two Time walked down the streets in the freezing cold. It wasn’t like they had meant to be outside in the cold. However, everyone was currently busy, and they needed to complete this job.
007n7 requested a few days off because his child was ill. Guest 1337 was already on a mission, and Chance needed to fix his gun. The others didn’t trust to complete the job. So now they walk in the cold, mourning a warm shower. Perhaps it was foolish to wear their usual coat, which likely didn’t protect them from the cold, but a bulky coat would only hinder them. Their style was agile, and they needed clothes that wouldn’t stop quick and flexible movement.
So, in the end. They only had themselves to blame. Spawn above, they let any of their rivals notice them.
Taking a deep breath, watching as their breath turns into a mist cloud. They studied the surrounding buildings around them in the city's nighttime glow. They had a few more minutes of walking to get to the base.
Silently cursing, they tried to warm their hands with their breath. They were so focused on walking, even though their legs protested. They didn’t even notice when a presence was right behind them.
“Two Time,” a musky voice startled them out of their trance. They jumped a few inches, and their tail went rigid. Time spun around on their heels to see Mafioso looming over them. Mafioso had an amused smirk on his face. Quickly, they made their tail relaxed and controlled their emotions.
It has been some time since they last saw Mafioso. Maybe just over a month. If had asked Two Time a few years ago that they would be on decent term with Mafioso, they would have stabbed them.
“Weird seeing you here, Mafioso. What brings you out of your rabbit hole?”
For Mafioso to been seen in the open and without any of his usually goons put Time on edge. He never or rarely goes out in the open. He hides in the shadows and pulls his victims in the darkness.
Mafioso motioned to one of the buildings. A bank. “I was doing some business when I saw a wet cat walking in the cold. They look so miserable. And a question came to mind. Why is the feared Two Time, a fellow mafia boss, wandering the streets?”
Uh, Dream bank. Mafioso had a lot of business with them. Many people never paying back their loans.
“It's none of your concern.” Time attempted to walk away, but Mafioso grabbed their wrist.
“You're freezing,” Mafioso said it more like a question than a statement. Moving his hand to grab their hand. “You're cold to the touch.”
Time hated his tone. Dealing with Mafioso was something that they didn’t plan for the day. They need a whole day before dealing with the bastard.
“Thanks for stating the obvious. Now, Spawn above, let me go!” Time yanked their hand away. And started to speed walk away. Running would make it seem like they were afraid, and walking was just too slow.
They heard the hurried footsteps behind them. They attempted to walk faster, but their strides were smaller compared to Mafioso's.
“If you keep this up, you are only going to get yourself sick. Do you think your subordinates would want to hear their boss get sick because of their stubbornness?”
Time knew the others wouldn’t ever let it down. They would be worried about them, then they would tease them to hell and back. But why would Mafioso care in the slightest about their health? Was it because of their business, surely, he wouldn’t go out his way just for a business partner?
“I’m fine, my office is only a few more minutes’ walk.” Once again, they attempted to walk off, but they were stopped by Mafioso once more.
Time was about to protest when a warm coat was thrown at them. The coat’s length went down to their ankles, and the fluffy collar buried them. Its scent was a mix of roses, with a hint of spice. Mafioso’s coat.
“At least wear this.” Debating whether to put the coat on, the glare they got from Mafioso made them put it on.
“You are being way too nice today. Do you want something from me?” That must be it. What did he want. Money, some people, power, information what does he want now?
Two Time didn’t like it one bit. Mafioso was known for his cunning tongue. He is the most feared in the underworld. And for a good reason. He doesn’t do things for the niceness of his heart. They are calculated moves to get people to trust him, so he could use, betray, and influence them.
“Do you think so low of me?” The raised eyebrow he got made him rethink his words. “Time, we have been allies for such a long time. Do you really think I’ll just end that relationship? If you have such low faith in me, then trust my knowledge that nothing would be good if I hurt you.”
Time supposed it was true. Mafioso and they have been working together for a while. While Two Time controlled the north of the city, Mafioso had more power in the south. Many people owed the mafia money, and instead of wasting resources on them, Mafioso would step in and get them their money. If Mafioso needed someone to clean up a mess or needed information, he would come to Time. Their relationship benefited both of them.
“Fine,” Time huffed and walked away. They felt the presence of Mafioso behind them. They mentally cursed in their brain. ‘Why was that big bunny following me?’ After a few long minutes, they arrived at Time’s base. But Mafioso made no sign of walking away.
When Time opened the large glass door, they were met with warm air. They melted in the warmth. They tried to close the door, but Mafioso kept the door from closing. Time’s eye twitched but huffed. Slamming the door now wouldn’t solve anything.
“Not even going to offer me some wine?” Time could only groan. Spawn was man striking their nevres today.
“If you're here, we can at least talk about business.” They walk to the elevator. A few other people hurried a greet as they walked past. A few lingered their eye on Time’s coat, but a stare from Mafioso made them keep their mouth shut. “I need some help. Some annoying rats have been causing some trouble for us in the south. Stealing some of my cargo.”
“Those are truly some annoying rats. Are they under orders or people who don’t fear death?”
“From the reports, idiots.” Mafioso laughed.
“I suppose anyone daring to steal from you, darling, is truly an idiot.” Time scorned at him. They ignored him and waited for the ding of the elevator. When the doors opened, Time stepped out and went behind their desk.
Papers were thrown across the desk, and ink stained the desk. Potted plants were scattered around the room. It was a sea of colours, a variety of flowers. Their office at this point was more of a greenhouse than an office. There was a couch with an abundance of pillows, and one stray blanket.
Time lounged in their plush chair; Mafioso dragged a chair to the other side of the desk.
“I haven’t been in your personal office before. A room that someone spends a lot of time in can reflect the person.”
“Then, mister, what does my office tell you?” Two Time glance up at Mafioso before darting their eyes back down to the papers.
“It sure does tell a story.” Mafioso studied the room. He let out a hum.
Picking some papers up, they piled and removed most of the stray documents. In the drawer, they pulled out a document containing the identities of the thieves. They passed it over, and Mafioso flicked through the documents. Just as Mafioso finished the last page, Time got up and opened the wine cabinet behind them.
It was dusty, with a few collections of wines that were given as gifts. Popping one open, they poured two glasses and passed them on to Mafioso.
He swirled it around before taking a sip of the wine.
“Do you always take people to a private office and get them drunk?”
“Only the ones that matter,” Time took a hesitant sip of their wine. The faint flavour of grapes and spice enters their mouth. They frown at the flavour and put the glass on the desk. “So, no problem then?”
“For you, sugar, nothing is a problem.” Mafioso took a sip and raised an eyebrow at Two Time’s expression.
“Take me out for dinner first, handsome.” Time rolled their eyes and sat back down. Two could play this game.
Mafioso finished the wine and set down the glass before staring at Time. “Well, I wouldn’t oppose taking you moon drop to dinner,” he grabbed the wine bottle, “would you be all nicely dressed up for me?” He winked.
“I don’t like men who go fast, I like to take it slowly,” Time leaned back into the chair, crossing their arms.
“You don’t need to worry love, I take it real slow, and make you enjoy it.” He poured himself another glass.
Time let out a laughed. “Do you just crawl into anyone’s bed?”
“Would you let warm your bed,” Mafioso leaned in closer.
Time who wasn’t one to back down, also leaned in closer.
“Are you truly that desperate?”
“Oh, I’m just starving for you.”
Time’s eyes met Mafioso. Normally his eyes are hidden by the shadow of his hat. But in the dimly lit office, his eyes shone brightly. Like obsidian in the light. His skin was smooth expect for some scars on his face. He had some stubble, but it was nicely trimmed.
Time didn’t realise when their hand ghosted over Mafioso chin. Mafioso eyes widen at the touch. He looks down slightly at Time’s lips before meeting Time gaze again.
“Boss you in?” A knock startled both of them. Both with flustered faces sat back in their chairs.
“I’ll track them down,” Mafioso stood up, using his hat to hide his face. Time saw a bright blush that went across his face. He coughed into his hands before leaving through the door.
He opened the door to a Chance. Who went instantly stiff. Chance took a panicked glance at Time.
“If it isn’t Chance?” Mafioso melted back into the dark, musky voice. Chance started to sweat profusely and started to fiddle with his fingers.
“Mafioso, long time no see. Have you been man? You’re looking good?” Chance laughed nervously as he took a few steps back.
“I’ve been divine, caught some many rats recently. Many dumb, useless rats who took a bite that they couldn’t chew. I simply do not understand their motivations. But you, Chance, would know all about it.”
Chance was now backed into a wall. Muscle memory made him move his hand to his belt, but there was no gun there.
“Cat got your tongue?” Mafioso pulled his sword slightly out of its sheath.
“Mafioso!” Two Time stood rigid from their desk. “Back down. Chance owes you no more money.” Out of all the people who could be behind the door, it had to be Chance.
“Hmph,” Mafioso glared down at Chance before sheathing his sword. “It was nice talking to you, kitty.” Mafioso turned around and walked away.
Chance slid down the wall before turning to Two Time.
“I apologise, boss, I didn’t know you were in a meeting.”
“You couldn’t have known Chance, please to Spawn, have the rest of the day off.”
Chance pushed himself up before taking a second glance at Time.
“You alright there, boss? Your face is pretty red; did you catch a fever in this weather?”
“Must be,” internally screamed. Must be the weather. That’s why their face is so red. Right?
Chance seemed to be in deep thought, studying Time’s appearance.
“Hey boss?”
“Hm?”
“Isn’t that Mafioso coat?”
Before Chance could come up with another comment, a dagger flew through the air and stabbed his hat to the wall.
“Chance, do you want to gamble with your life today?”
“Um, no, boss, I’ll get going now. Thanks for the day off,” Chance fled the room and slammed the door shut.
Time buried their face in their hands. Debating whether to jump out the window or face their employee.
They took a glance outside to see Mafioso exiting the building. Somehow noticing the eyes on his back, he made eye contact with Time. Ducking out of the view of the window, Time face planted themself on the desk.
“Must be a fever.” What else could it be?
Chapter 2: A Dog in the Bloodly Snow
Notes:
Hello once again. Here is chapter two, I hope you enjoy it!
Btw
Elliot: He/Him
Chance: He/They
In case you get confused, I wanted to add their pronouns.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Morning light illuminated the office as Two Time was buried in paperwork. It wasn’t unusual for Time to be stuck in their office scanning through documents. It became such a routine for them to spend a whole day per week just looking over them.
If they didn’t do it, it would only stack up and make it more difficult to go through. They always said to others. Today it was just another day.
Rivals are trying to steal, control or attack. People who owe them money. Ongoing developments in other parts of the cities. The budget for the organisation. Reports, complaints, suggestions, or requests from agents. And so much more.
Never did Time think they would be sitting in the top chair. It wasn’t so long ago that they were an agent for another group. Loyal. But now look at them. One of the most feared gangs in the whole city and area. With a whole group of people loyal to them.
Time glanced at the window, and snow started to fall. It was only the start of winter. Yet the whole city was covered in a blanket of snow. It hadn’t been this bad in three years. When the Forsaken gang was first formed. It was such a distant memory. An ache that refused to leave Time. Even as all the time passed, it would forever haunt them.
If the past Two Time could see them now. See how far they come. See the number of people that are in their life. How once the aching loneliness slowly melted away to meet spring. Yet winter was welcome back with open arms.
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3 Years Ago
Two Time opened the door to their new office. It was barren with a desk, chair and single shelf. One framed photo sat on the shelf. Time walked up to it. A spring day with Time covered in flowers and a familiar face. With a longing face, Time moved the photo to face the wall.
Slowly, they made their way to their desk, where one pot decorated the desk. Time had only panted it a few days before. A small sprout had grown.
The poor thing grows in the winter. Time glanced at the window as snow fell. Winter had only begun, yet snow was already falling. Time could already feel the shivers that would plague them for the next three months.
Time stood alone in their office for what felt like only a few seconds. But the sun had begun to set.
Sighing, they left the office without a destination in mind.
It had been a few months since the incident, yet life still felt numb. When they woke up in the morning, they had no goal. Just wandering through the empty building, tracing the grooves of the endless hallways. They miss their old routine, crave it. But that whole world was long gone. The place and people were memories, a faded existence. The city would soon forget the Spawn gang. Just a hazing memory that it ever existed. The true story, only a select few would even know, what happened to the strongest power in the city disappeared.
Leaving Two Time, the lone survivor.
This building was paid for from the funds they had taken. An old goal they had with Az-him. Buying it was a rushed decision, hoping it would fix it. Yet now it was a hollow promise. A painful remember of the future they could have had.
Time has no purpose.
No use.
Just an empty person who ruined everything they had built.
They had plenty of money. The fortune left from the Spawn gang was plentiful. They could easily live the rest of their life alone.
With a groan, they grab their coat and exit the building. The longer they spent in there, the more they felt awful. A decent person walked in in the afternoon. Cars passed them as they sulked on the sidewalks.
Soon, the crowd of people left as the city lights turned on and the sun had finally sunk.
In the distance, they heard a few gunshots go off. Curiosity got the better of them, and they turned in that direction. In the snow, there was a trail of blood, a few drops. Someone is trying to walk while bleeding.
Following the trail, they saw the source of the blood trail. A man with a fedora and sunglasses clutches the side of their body. Ensuring they didn’t make a single noise, Time approached him.
“Who did you anger?”
He jumped and spun his head to Time. His breathing grew frantic, and he tried to back away. He flinched in pain as he pulled on his wound.
“I seriously don’t recommend moving in your condition. Or for Spawn above, you might stop those frantic breaths of yours.” He froze up and moved his arm back to put pressure on the wound.
Time tilted their head. “Are you mute?”
“Wh-who are you?” His voice was shaky, and he kept glancing between them and the exit of the alley.
“Two Time, and you, fedora man?”
“Chance,” he mumbled.
“What's the Chance of meeting you?” Time grabbed their coat and walked closer to Chance. Like a prey animal, Chance still and wearily watched Time.
Time made sure to make their movements readable and carefully put pressure on the wound with their coat. Chance stared. With great difficulty, they pulled out their phone and ran a familiar number. A doctor who wouldn’t ask any questions.
It rang only a few times before he picked up.
“Two Time I thought you quit your illegal activities?”
“Not me,” Time glanced down at Chance, whose eyes widened. “Come down to Lakeside St, I’ll pay.”
“I’m coming, what’s the injured type?”
Two Time raised an eyebrow at Chance, who huffed a reply. “Sword wound,” he huffed a reply.
“Going to take a guess, and that’s the man with the stab wound?”
Two Time hummed.
“Great, be there soon, keep them alive.”
“So, Chance, you never did answer me. How or who did you anger to get stabbed like this?” Two Time observed the alleyway and saw a few stray shells, a few bullet holes in the walls. No other blood tails other than Chance. The gun next to Chance indicated that he must have shot but missed his attacker, or they purposely missed. How scattered the shots were that might be true.
“I don’t know,” Chance's eyes seemed to be looking at something that wasn’t there.
“You don’t know who stabbed you or how you angered them?”
“He didn’t tell me what I did wrong.” His voice broke as he started to sob. Two Time panicked. He could deal with anger, indifference, and disappointment. But crying? Time just kept its hands on the wound. Internally screaming out how to comfort Chance.
Chance's whole body was racked with sobs.
Time seemed to come to a standstill. The only thing Time could hear was the harsh sobbing and the laboured breaths of Chance. They felt the warm blood slowly seep through their coat and onto their hand. Time forced themselves to stay in the present and not let the crawling thoughts in. However, it was challenging when the snow began to fall. So eerily similar.
“It’s cold,” Chance's voice was so painful in Time’s ear. And Time could only stare at the blood. Without even processing, Time hugged Chance.
They didn’t know if it was to comfort them or Chance.
“Two Time?”
Two Time’s tail straightened and, with a yelp, jumped. Spinning their heads around, they saw Elliot standing with a med kit.
With a sigh, Time removed themselves from Chance and let Elliot get to work. Chance flinched at the new presence.
“This is Elliot, an unaligned medic. As long as you pay, he won’t ask questions.” Chance seemed to relax at that.
Time felt their tail relax and took a few steps back. The cold quickly got to them. Without their coat, small snowflakes melted on their shirt. It made them start to shiver uncontrollably.
Spawn, they loathe winter.
Time stood a few feet away as Elliot removed their leather gloves and put on some medical gloves. Elliot dug through his med kit and brought out equipment. Chance should be fine in the hands of Elliot. He was one of the best doctors that Time has come across. At this point, Time could only watch. Useless.
Time went by agonisingly slowly.
“His stable enough to bring to my clinic, I’ll have to do more work and a blood transfusion. Monitor him for a few days, but he should make a recovery.”
Time felt their shoulder relax a bit, but blood staining the snow refused to avoid their vision.
Elliot got to work cleaning up and covering Chance with Time’s jacket. Elliot, with one movement, put his hands under Chance’s knees and back. He lifted him and walked over to his car. He carefully places Chance in the back of the car, ensuring he is stable.
He walked back up to Time.
“Do you need a ride?” Elliot looks over Time’s shivering frame.
“No, I’m alright, Elliot, I’ll port over some money.” Elliot raised an eyebrow and looked up and down at Time.
“Time your shivering head from toe. You’re an idiot if you think you're fine.”
“I appreciate the concern, Elliot, but I can confirm I’m alright. Now I’ll be going.” Time left in a hurry, even as Elliot tried to chase after them. But the patience in his car made him hesitant, and he soon gave up. Time knew they would get a call and maybe a visit soon from Elliot. But in that moment, they couldn’t care less.
Walking home, Time felt a eyes in the back of their neck. Annoying even after walking through random alleys and walking in shops, the feeling didn’t go away. Even after half an hour of weaving and looping, they persisted. Time really didn’t want to deal with this today. They wanted to house and sleep for the rest of the week. They had plenty of human interactions for the week. Whoever was following was a pest.
Leading them down to a silent alleyway, they heard the footsteps grow closer. They were either dumb or despite.
With accuracy, they threw their dagger landing right into the culprit’s shoulder. No point in killing them until they get information. They only grunted. Staring right at Time. It only took a second for Time to recognise him. They never met him, but they weren’t fool to see the signs.
A looming, bulky man with a fur coat, scars covering his body. A stripped hat with bunny ears and a shark tail hidden under his coat. Mafioso. His title was known throughout the underworld. No one knew if that was his real name, but it didn’t matter. Cause anyone who grew too curious normally found themselves in a casket.
Though why was a loan shark, the feared man of the mafia, following Time? They hadn’t even touched their organisation. Whatever benefit they could give was quickly overwritten by all the baggage that came with it. One thing that Time respected them for was that they never messed with anyone who hadn’t entered their circle.
“Mafioso,” his name felt like sandpaper in their mouth.
“Well, isn’t this a nice greeting? Do you normally throw dagger, ask no questions?” His voice was rough and deep and put Time on edge.
“You surely jest? You were following me; I have every right to use violence.” Time didn’t know if the split decision to not aim to kill was a blessing or a curse.
“Hmm, I suppose, but I’m not here for idle chatter. I’m looking for someone.” Time slightly relaxed but moved their hand closer to their other dagger strapped to their leg. “I mean no harm. Whisperers gave me some insightful information about a certain cat that has a knack for tracking people.” His pose was relaxed, hands away from his weapons, even with the dagger sticking out. He didn’t see Time as a threat at all.
“You need to find a certain rat? You seemed to be awfully troubled for one man. What could they have done to get Mafioso purposely attention?” For Mafioso to be willing to ask for help, they must have done something big.
“Who knew that lady luck could help someone win a rigged game? What’s the chance of that? That certain dog that had scurried away with all that money. Chance thinks he can run and barrow, but I want that money back.”
“How much?” Time was going to regret.
“A million,” it was a lot of money, but not enough for Mafioso to make a stir out of it. It must be more of pettiness than actual money. Time would be annoyed at best, send someone out to get it, but make a fuss out of it.
Time’s eyes wander to the snow, a perfect white. But the crimson that covered it was still fresh in their mind. Chance was nothing but a stranger to Time. They knew their name. But that was all. Time knew many people’s names but couldn’t care less for their fate. So why did they open their mouths?
“I’ll pay you.”
Mafioso calm, unbothered air was stunned. He flexes his hand, deep in thought. Confused about what Time was saying. Time could only agree.
Yet, Time kept going.
“I’ll pay their debt. A million isn’t much. I’ll even pay some interest if that would sweeten the deal.”
“What?” His voice grew angry.
“Mafioso, the leader of the most feared people in the city. Is something happening behind the scenes for them to worry about a million dollars? Are they going broke? Is Mafioso pride so easily broken by one man? Is he such a sore loser?” Time knew they were playing a dangerous game. A chance if you will.
But one that succeeds.
“Two million, tomorrow.” He voiced, hand inching to his gun. “You sure are a feisty cat.”
“Consider it done. It was nice doing business.” Both removed their hands from their weapons.
Time walked away first, turning their back on Mafioso. A taunt.
They were stuck in their head, replaying it over again. Swearing to Spawn how idiotic they just were, that they didn’t even hear Mafioso speak again.
“You’re shivering. Did you forget your coat?” Would you let me give you mine? Went unspoken.
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It had been a week.
Time had paid the money and spent the rest of the week, buried inside. They knew their phone was buzzing off, but they didn’t want to be in the present just quite yet.
Though as much as they would like to continue to hide in the building, their low supplies of food forced them to go out. Spawn was out for them as they wandered downstairs and opened the door. Chance stood outside.
Karma maybe?
“Two Time!” Chance was a whole different person from before. A clean, crisp suit, and his long hair was perfectly managed. A bright smile plastered on their face. “I got your coat repaired and completely cleaned. It's such a pretty thing.”
“Yes?” Many questions filtered through their head.
“Lady luck must be on my side. Elliot said they couldn’t get hold of you yet, you walked right out when I arrived. He warned me that I might never get to return your coat. Yet here we are.” He boasted.
“Wait, what are you doing walking around. You were stabbed? You shouldn’t be aggravating it or it will tear open again.” Time knew they were being a hypocrite, but Time had a higher pain tolerance and more experience.
“Don’t worry, Time, I got all cleared by Elliot.”
“So why are you here?” Time thought that Chance would hide away; even if they paid Mafioso, he wasn’t one to let go of a grudge. And whoever the person was that left them to die, surely was still somewhere.
“For a while, I thought that I was forsaken by Lady Luck. But it seems that she sent an angel. So, I must pay that debt to repay her angel. Two Time, I offer you all my capabilities. You give me a second chance. That is a debt that I won’t ever be able to repay. I’ll serve you.”
Time stared blankly. They understood Mafioso when they told him they would pay him. How do you react to someone who you know knows the rules of the underworld? Knows not to be an idiot or stick their neck out into danger, yet they did.
“You know, I work alone, right?” For the last couple of months.
“Then I’ll be your first member of your new group.” Chance said smugly. Time could only just stare. To just casually say that. To even say that to them. Did Chance have no self-preservation?
“Chance. Are you insane?”
“No, Boss, I’m nearly in perfect health. Expect a small stab wound.”
“Do not call me boss!” Time had no time to process that Chance just called their life-threatening wound ‘small’.
“You’re my boss now. So, get used to it, Boss. So, what’s up first?” Time could only groan and they tried to ignore the part of them that wanted to make a few more stab wounds. But their stomach decides to interrupt with a growl. “Well, I think answer that. Come on then, I know could Thai place.”
Time could deal with one annoying dog. Just send him to do chores. He was only one person. They weren’t starting a gang.
Just one person added to their life.
Surely no other would stumble in their life.
…
Right?
Notes:
Another chapter done, chapter 3 is also started by the time I post this. If there is any big mistakes let me know please, this isn't beta read like my other one lol so I can miss things.
I've also dragged two other people into Forsaken, so yippee! Also done some art of this fic: https://www.tiktok.com/@nebulatempest/photo/7533893201460088082
I'll do one for Mafioso and do some art of small spits from the fic.
Chapter 3: A Solider in the Snow
Notes:
Chapter 3 Yippee!!!! I'll do some art after a few hours.
This chapter was split in half as it hit the 3000 chapter mark. Idk if you guys want longer chapters, longer waits or shorter chapters. Let me know if you have any preferences.
Thanks for all the kudos and comments, it means a lot!
Chapter Text
It had been only a week. One week. Sending Chance of meaningless chores to keep him from hovering. Ignoring Elliot’s constant calls. So how could the week end with a man on his hands and knees begging Time?
Spawn must be testing them. For what? They didn’t know.
Yet here they are. In their office, they had added two more pots, growing a Daffodil and a Calendula next to the nightshade. Chance had dusted the whole room and started to decorate the rest of the building. Talking about how much time it would take, but it was worth it. That a nicely decorated place helps bring forth happiness and motivation. It kept him busy, so Time didn’t argue how pointless it was.
Though now, in afternoon light, their office stood, Time looking down at a man. He must have broken in, but that wasn’t the issue. It was the fact that he was begging. Begging at Time.
“I beg of you. I’ll give you anything. Whatever the price may be. Whatever you desire. So please save my wife and daughter. The bacon hair has kidnapped them. It’s all my fucking fault.” It wasn’t every day that Guest1337 swore. Time had a passing knowledge of one of the top soldiers in the Guest Police force. He was feared, but swearing was breaking his moral code.
“You’re a police officer, a higher-ranking one at that. Why come pleading to me? A criminal?” It wasn’t an insult to poke at his pride. They saw no purpose or rhythm reason for his behaviour.
“They tried to cover it up. Refused to act, denied me from trying to even get information. They punished me at every turn, every time I tried to save them. I’m loyal to my city, but I’m loyal to my wife and child. I’ll do anything for them. I thought that with my position and power that I could look after them, but it’s hard to admit that I couldn’t. I never thought that they would be too afraid or corrupt to save innocent lives. I don’t care about my pride, no longer. So, I beg you, help me save them.”
Two Time fiddled with their hair as they tried to process that disaster. They hadn’t been keeping up with the latest news and gossip of the city. But for the corruption to get this bad? People were moving; it seemed that this was just the start. However, they have made a tremendous flaw. Guest1337 was someone who wouldn’t roll over; he would fight to the bitter end. A loyal soul was a hard one to crack. Those people should be feared no matter what their morals as they would too willing to do anything.
“That’s all well, but why come to me? Many others would be more willing or more useful for you?”
“Many have never known, many have forgotten. But I know you. The Angel of Spawn.”
Now that was a name Time hadn’t heard in a long time. A bogeyman story that many diss as a folk story, but a true name.
“So what?”
“The Angel of Spawn. Name: Unknown, Age: Unknown, Appearance: Unknown. The first mention was seven years ago. A report of a whole bar was murder but one, repeating over and over again that the Angel had come for them. Over the next few years, the Angel had killed many, laid waste to rivals, government officials, taking out targets. All up until the Spawn, a presence that had loomed over the city since its creation, was wiped off the map. Angel presumed died,” Guest1337 studied Time’s facial expression. They refused to budge. “But a small rumour, a hidden detail not written in the report. That the Angel was the cause and walked away from the blood and fire. And they disappeared into the winter.”
Time supposed that Guest1337 had done his research. He knew exactly what he wanted help with. And Time had met whatever list of capabilities that he wanted.
Time could refuse, leave Guest1337 to go find someone else. But he knew. And that was something that they couldn’t ignore. They made sure that no one could connect them to the name of Angel of Spawn. Though even they could kill Guest1337 right now without any hassle. Who else did he tell?
Guest1337 knew what they wanted, so they were pushed into a corner. Time underestimated him.
“Well, I don’t have a choice now, do I? But I’m going to need much more information to help you in any sort of way.”
Like a police officer debrief, Guest1337 listed all relevant information, any threads that they had, and theories that he had. Time like this sort, no funny business, no unnecessary dialogue or opinions, just the truth.
When done, they order Guest1337 to get sorted for equipment. Time would get more information from some sources. Chance decides to join them at that moment and gives him the task of looking over Guest1337.
Chance asked if they could give Guest1337 a room in the building. Time didn’t care.
///
Information was a necessity in this business. Where, when, who, how, why? You needed to know a lot to formulate a plan without any hitches. No way was Time going to walk into the bacon base without knowing anything.
So, in the end, they find themselves in front of a building they thought they never wanted to enter. It was suicide. To walk right into the jaws of the shark. But here they are. Standing in front of the shark’s den.
With a confident stride, they walked in, being hit with the scent of smoke and flowers. A popular club was more than a front. Many people glanced up, but the smart ones quickly ducked their heads. A few brave souls watched as the newcomer walked right in and up to the counter.
An employee stood and, without even a glance, led Two Time further into the building. Time studied the halls that were drenched in rich decorations. It matched Mafioso’s personality for sure. Unnecessary dramatic and too overall fancy. If Time hadn’t already hated talking to Mafioso, they for sure despise it now.
The employee stood in front of a large double door with intricate carved details. Time could hear some chatter through the door. He knocked, and for a few seconds, silence fell over the hallway.
“I have a guest,” the employee said loudly.
Then someone from the other side opened the door, a bulky man with sunglasses. He took a glance at the employee who slightly shrank in on himself. Then took a glance at Time.
Time flashed him a smile. Hidden behind his sunglasses, Time couldn’t see his reaction.
“Mafioso, you have a guest.” He waved the employee away and opened the door further for Two Time.
Standing in front of Mafioso were three other men, of all different heights and builds. Mafioso stood looking at Time like prey.
“Soldier, Caporegime, Contractee and Consigliere, may you step out for a bit.” All four of them nodded and walked off, closing the door behind them.
“Mafioso.”
“Look what the cat dragged in. Fancy seeing you here. You rejected my offer, yet you stand before me.”
“I’m not here for your bruised ego. I’m here for business. If you keep up your act, I’ll simply just leave.”
“Without staying for a drink, truly, you wound me, Time. Many would die to be personally escorted right into my office. It’s an opportunity that many don’t get. Though it’s killing me, why did you decide to show up on my front door?”
“I need information.”
“How the tables have turned. May I ask what information you need?”
“You’re not going to kick up a fuss?” Time had expected Mafioso to deny, and Time would have to pay a lot for Mafioso to agree.
“Unlike you, I’m a gentleman who isn’t hesitant to get more connections. So, Two Time, how may I help you?”
“I need information about the Bacon Hair group, I need locations, equipment, training, people and whatever you have.” Time has a distant memory that Mafioso had run into them before, so he should have something about them.
“It would be a pleasure. But may I ask, how did they catch your eye? You haven’t been very active, yet you want to go for some big fish.” Mafioso grinned; he laid his head on his hands behind his desk.
“That is not important.”
“You’re not going to indulge me?” His grin grew wider at the deadpan look Time had. “If I don’t know what you're doing, I may leave out some details because I just didn’t know. It would be a shame if some valuable information were left out.”
“They have kidnapped people. A woman and a child. I’m going to get them back.” Vague enough.
“A woman and child?” Mafioso seemed to be in a deep ponder before a cruel smile fell upon his lips. “Well, we must make haste. Who knows how long they’ll live for.” Mafioso leaned into a mic on his desk and clicked a button. “Soldier, can you get the folder on the Bacon Hair?”
Mafioso turned away from Time, grabbing some folders from his desk. During his search, Time explores the office. It was nothing like Time’s. It was heavily decorated with a lot of personal touches. Some photos on a shelf showed a horde of different bunnies.
“My bunnies aren’t they adorable?” Time turned around and watched as Mafioso looked fondly at them.
“You have bunnies?” It broke Time’s image of Mafioso. Mafioso has bunnies? They knew he had bunny ears on his hat, an aesthetic choice, maybe, but maybe for his fondness for bunnies? Time was learning way too much personal information about him.
“Yes, have four now. I would like to have more, but currently don’t have the room for them. And I wouldn’t dare get any if I couldn’t ensure their safety and happiness.” Time couldn’t stifle their laughter in time. Mafioso's mouth opened, but words never came out.
Time finally calmed down enough. “I do apologise; it’s not often you hear that feared Mafioso has a soft spot for bunnies.”
“I think I’m developing a soft spot for cats as well,” his eyes met Time’s. Time only raised an eyebrow before sitting down on one of the couches. He had four all surround a coffee table. Who needs that many in an office?
A voice broke their conversation, “I have the folder, sir.”
“Come in.” Soldier came in and set the folders down on Mafioso desk before leaving once more.
“I do have one request, Two Time?”
“What is it?”
“I want in. Bacon Hair had once crossed me and got away with it. I want to ensure their destruction. I’ll help recuse them, and you help me crush them.”
It was a good offer. Time feared that he would ask for a future favour. They could do it on their mission and wouldn’t be too much of a hassle. They just needed to recuse Guest1337’s wife and daughter and then destroy what was left.
“You have yourself a deal, bunny.”
Mafioso’s hand went out, and Time, with a firm grip, shook hands.
Opening one of the folders, Time scanned them for hints.
Mafioso ranted about inner workings and his on theories about the hierarchy.
Two Time mostly paid attention. It was mostly important information, but Mafioso had a way that made it sound so boring.
When they had enough information, they made a move to leave.
“You have a coat today.” Mafioso blurted out. Time tilted their head and nodded. They weren’t sure what Mafioso wanted.
“Is there something wrong?” Time inspects their coat, after Chance had gotten it repaired that hasn’t worn it. But they didn’t see any problem with it.
“No, I’ll keep in touch. Don’t hesitate, I’m only a call away.” Time ignored Mafioso and walked out.
They memorised the way out and didn’t even want to know how Mafioso would ‘keep in touch’. That’s a problem for the future Time.
///
Time hated past Time.
Time had fallen asleep on their desk as they were working on a plan. And woke up to a scent of coffee being placed to them. They jumped up and saw a frantic Chance and a worried Guest1337.
“What is it?”
“Mafioso is right outside the door,” Chance whispered with agency. Time looked over to the door, as Guest1337 stood right in front of it. They didn’t have enough energy to deal with this. Grabbing the coat off their chair, they put it on.
“Stay here,” Time opened the door and shut it behind them. So, he had no time to peek inside the room.
“Mafioso, what are you doing here?” And why are you right in front of my office? Chance would never step anywhere near Mafioso, and Guest1337 wouldn’t let in a stranger. That means that this idiot broke in. What is with people and breaking into their building?
“I said I’ll keep in touch. This is me, getting in touch. I’ve found one of the main bases; there should be some information on where they are hiding your targets. So may I borrow you for a while?” He did a mock bow and left his arm out, asking for a dance.
“We should make haste then,” Time ignored Mafioso’s dramatic nature and walked past. They didn’t want to waste any time. The quicker they got this done, the quicker they didn’t have to deal with Mafioso.
///
For such a bulky man, Mafioso hid in the shadows just as perfectly as Two Time. Looming over the base, they studied the area. They watched as people entered and left; time flowed slowly. They split off so they could enter from different sides. The more ground they covered and the quicker they did, the better.
Time enters from the west; they fit through a crevasse in a window. Many would never think anyone would fit in, but Time was flexible. Fitting in tight spaces is like second nature. From the rafters, they watch the people below.
Without much of a hitch, they locate cameras and mark them in memory. Sneaking around became easy when they noticed that no one looked too closely at the rafters. Confidence or cockiness cameras were little to none. It just made this job easier.
Like a flood, most of the people rushed out of the large room. Two Time could only assume Mafioso. Mafioso had it handled.
With a flip, they dropped off the rafters and into a roll. A room had their curiosity, it seemed to be well guarded and had a passcode. Patience showed that they didn’t even try to hide the passcode.
Quickly, they entered the password and opened the room. A few rows of shelves met them, and they scanned them to see if the folder was organised, as reading a few of the reports showed garbage. It made Time wonder how the Bacon Hair had lived this long.
When they got to the end of the row. A man with reddish hair, half asleep at the desk. Silently, Time approached from behind and slid their dagger right next to his throat.
“I need some information. I’ll let you live if you do.” The man flinched and, with shaky eyes, looked back to see Two Time. Flashing him a smile, he quickly looked away.
“Wh-what did you need to know?” His voice shook, and sweat quickly fell from his face. With a shaky hand, he tried to get closer to a button. With Time’s other hand, they grabbed a dagger and stabbed right into the hand. He let out a screeching yell.
“Don’t do that now, that just causes unnecessary pain. We can make this quick and easy for both of us?” He violently nodded as he watched the pour seep out. “Now, I need to know where Daisy and Charlotte are? And I would it quickly,” Time circled their dagger around his throat.
With a shallow, he typed on his computer and pulled up an address and images of them. They were alive.
“They are to be killed in the upcoming week. That’s what you wanted, right? You’ll let me go now?” Time watched the man squirm as he tried to keep the sobs from escaping him.
Pulling out the dagger in his hand, Time then stabbed it right into his heart. Time watched the man’s eye go wide before the light flicker out. His body fell on the desk, and blood poured onto the floor. Shoving them off the chair, Time plugged a USB into the computer. While it was in, Time tore down the folder of the shelves. The floor was littered with papers. From their belt, they grabbed a bottle and poured its contents on the floor.
A ding meant the USB was done, they unplugged it, and walked out. Turning back, they lit a match and threw it in. In a split second, the room was engulfed in flames. Time didn’t take a second glance back.
They had their information and destroyed what they could for Mafioso.
It wasn’t long before Mafioso joined them. Blood covered his whole body, and Time had a suspicion that none of it was his.
“I got what we wanted,” Time said, ignoring how the blood slowly dripped all over the floor. Mafioso inspected the flames pouring out of a room. His grin quickly appeared on his face.
“It seems you truly have a fiery personality.”
Time hummed while chucking a USB at his head. Mafioso swiftly picked it up out of the air and flicked his tail.
“All information they had on their cloud, other bases, people, deals that they made. Use it to get rid of all their evidence that they ever existed.”
Mafioso couldn’t stop the cruel smile.
“Well, that settles that. Are you still up for another dance?” Mafioso led Two Time outside. The fire had spread through the building, and sirens blasted in the distance. They both vanished into the night. They need to act fast. It would spread like crazy that a Bacon Hair base was burnt down.
Sending a text to Guest1337. A location and to hurry up.
“I met you at the base. I need to restock.” Time check their equipment, if they need to, in guns blazing, they will need more ammo.
Mafioso let his hand out, for what Time could assume a handshake. Like before, Time went to shake his hands, but Mafioso had other plans. He grabbed Time’s hand and pulled it up to his mouth, kissing it. Time felt warmth rush to their face. Quickly, Time twisted his hand and fled away before yelling back.
“Thirty minutes, don’t be late.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Chapter 4: A Experiment Left in the Snow to Rot
Notes:
Sorry for the late chapter. Most of it was written but I struggle for no reason to finish the last part. Idk why but its finished now. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Also I made a whole bunch of headcannons for Slasher. I made a whole bunch up, so when he does get released things will be completely wrong.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Snow blanketed the city. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and the light reflected in the windows. An alert rang through the city, ‘warning, please return home.’ The city was put in lockdown. It was the perfect time to strike.
It wasn’t long before Guest1337 made his presence known.
“Two Time, this is the place?” Guest1337 peered over the ledge at the glass building. The building resembles another office building, with nothing out of place. Yet it hides one of the most annoying criminals. And now it has stolen Guest1337’s whole world. And the lengths he would go were endless.
“Correct, you focus on getting them out, they don’t know me. They didn’t trust me, leave the fighting to me and Mafioso. Don’t go wasting your strength, don’t get distracted.” Guest1337 nodded.
From a glance at the files, they focused on the lower floors. Higher security and more personnel. That would be extremely frustrating to go through. So, they weren’t. Grabbing their grappling hook, they fired it right into the side of the building.
“See you inside,” Time swung right into the building, shattering the glass as they rolled into the building. Guest1337 could only stare in horror. Two Time was either confident or had a death wish. Probably if Guest1337 had to guess. After all, cats do have nine lives.
Time shrugged off the glass and continued further. Time could comment on the tackle decorations, but then it meant they cared. One thing they could compliment is the layout, a confusing mess to herd unwelcome guests around and around.
A few strays roamed the halls, but a quick slice of the throat and dragged into the shadows, dealt with it.
Unlike the warehouse, they couldn’t set fire to the building. And exploding it would only draw too many unwelcome eyes. They need to come up with a plan. They don’t have one.
Finally, they found a staircase. It only led up. Which they could only groan. Bacon Hair had truly made their base and maze. The thought of making a bomb so they didn’t have to deal with it crossed their mind. But they were here on a rescue mission. That meant unnecessary danger to the targets and could only cause more problems. So, walking like a normal human.
It was strange that only a few people wandered upstairs. It put Time on edge. Their eyes kept studying the hallways, looking for anything out of place.
When turning a corner, they felt a foreboding presence, and they drew their dagger. Swinging their dagger at the target, they felt their hand get caught. Their hand was twisted, but Time kicks their legs out under them. They made a groan in protest. They toppled onto the culprit and were ready to pierce their dagger into their heart.
But familiar eyes met theirs.
Crismon eyes that swirled with surprise, and a smirk fell upon his face. His hat fell off during the shuffle, and his black hair pooled underneath him. He held onto Time’s thighs to keep Time’s balance.
“It is a pleasure to see you again,” his voice was the same musky, irritating voice. He made no sign of moving.
“Mafioso?” Time lowered their hands.
“What? You don’t remember me after an hour? Am I so forgettable?” Time sighed. But Mafioso only continue to have his smirk. “Are you going to get up?”
Time then properly had a glance at their position. With a flushed face, they suddenly stood up and muttered curses at Spawn. “Come on, we don’t have all night,” Time gritted their teeth as they walked away.
“Lead the way, darling.” Mafioso walked silently behind them. They wander the halls together. While Time relied on their stealth and agility, Mafioso used his strength and endurance. Anyone they came across was silently taken out without any hassle.
Both of them came to a grinding halt when the next room they entered was nothing like the others. A massive room with no windows, yet a lot of doors. Days-old blood stained the floors, and the smell was putrid. It made Time unnerved.
Time spotted fresh corpses, whose bodies were wrecked. Time kneeled beside them. They wore what looked like doctor clothes and had the familiar bacon hair. But it was impossible to truly recognise any of them. Their bodies were torn to shreds by long slashes and what Time could only guess was a chainsaw. Each injury was personal, someone who desired to break their bodies slowly but live long enough to feel each cut.
They didn’t do this. Mafioso and Guest1337 were out as well. Someone else was in the building.
“Mafioso,” Time glanced back at Mafioso, who was looking at another body.
“We need to be careful. This isn’t done by the amateur.” Mafioso’s previously tone was gone, replaced by a cold, distant voice.
Time could nod in response. Carefully, Time read some of the documents on a desk that had specks of blood on it. Time’s eyes darken as they kept on reading. Mafioso had made his way over and took a glance at the papers.
“Human experimentation.” Mafioso frowned. “On their own men.” There were hundreds of reports and documentation about experiments, to test different poisons, make people stronger, and just plain curiosity.
One of the files had drawn Time’s eyes. Experiment 51: Successful. Many of the others were written as failures, or the subject was far too damaged to continue. Name: Jason. Test subject 51 had died during an experiment. His body was then used for the resurrect project. The body’s main functions have been successfully restored. Brain functionality is less than we hope, but progress has been made to develop more. Overall, Experiment 51 is a Success.
To bring someone back from the dead. Now that had Two Time’s full attention. It had been quite a while since they had to deal with resurrection. Their body felt heavy as they scanned more of the notes. They needed to know more about how they manage this and how they start. These dates were a bit old, so surely they had more about the progress.
“They made empty husks. Brain functionality needs more development, yet they list that they don’t speak, remember, or move without prompting. The body might be alive, but the mind certainly isn’t. Are these people even alive?” Mafioso had read over Time’s shoulder
But before Time could think of a reply, and loud bang grabbed their attention. Both twisted their bodies over to the door opposite where they came. Rushing through the door was Guest1337, who was holding his abdomen. His steps were uneven yet strong.
Time didn’t hesitate to run up to him and put him behind them. It didn’t matter that Guest1337 was taller to hide, but clearly, he wasn’t in the best shape to fight.
Dreadfully, what was chasing Guest1337 slowly walked through the door. A masked figure confidently walked closer to them. His mask had stitches and had blood covering whatever pattern was underneath it. The holes for the eyes only reflected an empty abyss. He wore a trench coat that was covered in dirty bandages. He held a long machete, and on his back was a chainsaw.
They had found the other guy.
“Guest1337, who’s your friend here?” Time held their dagger close and watched the man closely.
The man tilted his head and stopped his movements. “Was just walking and he came out of nowhere and started to pursue me.” Guest1337's breath came out harshly, and was started to slump.
“You.” The man pointed his machete at Time. “Who. You different.” Time slightly lowered their hand. He had made no motion to move, only observing the room. His head turned to the corpses on the floor and then looked back at the three of them. Comparing them.
“We aren’t with the people on the floor.” Maybe they had thought that since they are in the building, they must be with them. An understandable logic.
“Blood. Hands. No Difference. Must. Kill.” With that, he sprinted with inhuman speed right at Time. Time pushed Guest1337 away and parried the man’s attacks. For such a small man, his attack weighed them, staggering Time.
Mafioso grabbed the man by his neck and flung him away from Time. Yet, even with his whole body colliding right into a metal bench, he didn’t even flinch.
“Guest1337, find them,” Time yelled at Guest1337 and got ready as the man recovered. Guest1337 look at Time with hesitant eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t chase you. Now get going!” He gave Time one more look that Time couldn’t describe before running away.
“Guess that means we have to deal with him,” Mafioso didn’t look pleased that the man recovered so quickly.
“Can you handle it?” Time through their dagger into the man's shoulder, but yet again didn’t flinch.
“Can you?”
The man charged at Time, who darted out of the way. It became a dance as Time dodged the onslaught of attacks while Mafioso tried to get a lethal hit in. He kept trying to slash Time, completely focus on Time and not giving Mafioso any time of Day.
“You’re a real slasher, aren’t you? And a targeter aren’t you?”
With a strong punch to the stomach, Mafioso manages to stagger him. With a loud clank, his machete fell to the floor. Mafioso drew his sword, ready to strike.
The man with a howling scream ran at Mafioso, pushing him onto the floor. Mafioso rolled over, getting on top of him, trying to strangle him. Time rushed over getting ready to stab him, yet with a screech, he ripped Mafioso off him. He grabbed the chainsaw from his back. And Time heard the grinding noise.
Time saw how the man slowly approached Mafioso, who tried to get up. Time felt their feet move, yet the brain hadn’t caught up. The man raised the chainsaw. In a second, Time slammed their whole body into him. His whole attention snapped to Two Time. Time reached for their second dagger, but the man with one hand grabbed Time’s throat. Struggling at the hand, Time tried to claw at the hand. Even as their nails dug and ripped into his flesh, he didn’t stop. He raised Time of the ground. Time’s vision swam with black dots, and their lungs screamed as burning filled them.
Time saw Mafioso force his legs to stand and rushed over. His crimson eyes were so wide, and his mouth open. Time hadn’t seen so much emotion on the man.
In the corner of their vision, they saw the chainsaw in the other man's hand. The man's flesh was a hint of green and smelled of rotten flesh. And under the trench coat was a nametag of 51. Huh, found him.
Mafioso could only watch in horror as the chainsaw ripped into Time’s flesh, piercing Time’s abdomen. Time felt their body fall onto the fall, torn to pieces. Blood rushed out of the wound covering the man and made a puddle on the floor. Mixing with the other bloods.
“Jason,” Time crocked out as blood splashed out of their mouth. Jason flinched. He relaxes his hand, letting Time fall. But Mafioso catch them and gently set them down. Ripping off their coat and applying pressure to the wound.
Time laughed at the man's usually confident nature, and his smug expression crumbled. How the calm and collected, fierce mafia leader fell to shambles.
“Two Time,” his voice was quiet.
Time loathes how he prolongs their death. Their head were fuzzing as cold engulfed them. They hate the cold. How their body scream and protest when they move an inch.
Distantly, they felt the warmth that started to grow in their head and back.
Time to shrug Mafioso hands off of them.
“Please, Two Time, do not die like this.”
“What, no quick snips?” Their voice felt grinding on their ears.
Soon, the warmth melted into a burning, like lava pouring over them. On both shoulder blades, bones snapped and pushed against their skin. Their mouth let out a bloody, curdling scream as wings ripped from their back. Time felt each tug and pull as their body tore itself apart. Their mouth was quickly replaced by a fit of laughter as warmth spread through their body.
A halo floated upon their head as they sat up, as Mafioso hands hesitated over them. Chasing the rest of the cold away, their body began to repair itself. Quickly, the wounds were quickly stitched together, leaving no sign that it even occurred. Their laughter soon died out.
“Two Time?” Mafioso
“Oh, dear Spawn,” their usual grin was replaced by a look of go realisation. Mafioso had seen them die yet rebuild their body. Their halo illuminated Mafioso’s face, and their eyes reflected Time’s. Time felt a million lies come to their tongue, but none could escape.
Snapping into back, their mind focused on Jason. “Jason!” Time forced their body up, using a desk as a crutch, and scanned the room. Getting the hint, Mafioso drew his sword and searched the room.
While Mafioso looked around, Time used a desk to stand up. Their legs protest as their forced to bear weight upon them. Their body demanded that to forget the phantom pains that haunted them after they activated their second life. They honestly forgot how much it affected them. It takes some time for the weakness to wash over them, but they will be as good as new soon.
Mafioso studied how Time’s whole body shook and looked like a newly born fawn. “He’s gone,” Mafioso voiced as he walked back over.
“Two Time,” Guest1337 rushed in with two figures behind him. Time looks at how his torso was now covered in an old jacket, tightly wrapped around. Blood had crusted around his abdomen, though his steps were still uneven. “What happened?” Guest1337's eyes widen in horror, and the woman behind him gasps.
Time looks down at their shirt and coat, ruined and blood still fresh covering their body. The woman rushed pasted Guest1337 and ripped Time’s jacket off. Guest1337 rushed over as well. “We need to cover the wound.” She pressed their blood-soaked jacket over the ‘wound’. “What happened?”
“You do not need to fret, I’m alright. But we must make haste, we need to leave.” Both Guest1337 and the woman, whom Time assumed was his wife, look at each other. They kept glancing back to Time, trying to figure out how Time was ‘fine’. “I can assure you; I’m in perfect health. You must worry about yourself, Guest1337, that wound needs to be treated properly soon.”
“In perfect health, pardon your bleeding!”
“As much as I would like to agree with you, Time is right, we need to leave.” Mafioso loomed over them. His body stood on edge, scanning the new arrivals.
“I must thank you for helping my husband save me and my daughter.” She bowed her head, taking a small step back from Time. “My name is Daisy, and this is our daughter, Charlotte.” With one movement, Diasy lifted the young girl in her arms.
“Your husband and kid?” Mafioso said it was more a question than a statement. He stole a quick glance at Time. “Anyway, we need to leave.”
Guest1337 led with Diasy behind him. Time went to follow, but before they could even step Mafioso stopped them. Placing his hands on their back and knees, he lifted them without much hassle.
“Mafioso!” Time shrieked, grabbing onto Mafioso's shoulder for balance. “What do you think you’re doing? Put me down!” Struggling against Mafioso’s grip, but it was in vain. “Seriously Mafioso, what is up with you? I can walk!”
“Can you?” Mafioso kept on walking unfazed by the constant struggles of Time. After a while, Time sank into his arms with a huff. Completely empty of energy. Guest1337 ever so often look back at them but keeps his distance. It was slightly embarrassed to be bridal carried. Yet there was nothing they could do but accept.
“May I ask a question?” Mafioso avoided eye contact as he heard the rough breathing of Time.
“You may,” Time knew what he wanted to ask. There was no avoiding it, Time hadn’t expected to have anyone to find out.
“What was that?”
A loaded question, with a complex answer.
“It’s a long story.” Truly, it was. Years of years of story to tell.
“Would one day you ever tell me?”
Time pondered. Silence drowned both of them. Both were stuck in their own heads as the tension grew thicker.
“Perhaps, do you even have that amount of patience though?”
...
“For you? Yes.”
Notes:
YIPPEE IT'S DONE!
I just love writing Doubletrouble, its so much fun! I love these silly people and making them ignore each others red flags. Also Guest1337 being a Father is a treat. I love him just being that type of man that will adopt anyone younger than him as his child. Daisy would also just accept any of the duckling her husband picked up.
Chapter 5: Come Inside for a Warm Embrace
Notes:
I apologise, I said this chapter would be out soon, and I lied. I got busy and pushed this aside. So sorry for the wait but hoepfully the next few chapters should be out sooner.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The roaring of a car’s engine abruptly woke Two Time up from their haze. They use their hands to rub out their eyes to wash away the blurriness. Forcing their thoughts to fix themselves, they try to move. But the warmth around just shuffled them around again. They tried to remember the last few moments and why they felt so weak.
Snapping up Time, bashed their head against someone's chin. Their eyes darted to see Mafioso looking down at them with a smug expression. They studied their face, blood still smeared on it, and the iron smell clung to him. His hair was a mess, and his hat was nowhere in sight.
“Look what you see?” Mafioso had to grab Time’s tail before it stabbed him quickly. “I assume that is a no. Well, how do you feel?” Mafioso still didn’t let go of Time’s body. He had wrapped them in his coat. Time didn’t even notice at all. “You were out for a while, but not asleep, just unresponsive. If you didn’t soon, I would think you died.”
“It almost sounds like you care. But don’t get your panties in a twist. Spawn’s above, I don’t need your pity or concern.” Time shoved Mafioso's chest to remove themself, yet Mafioso didn’t budge. “For Spawn’s sake, let me go.” Time does not and would not be treated like a lap cat. Time debated biting Mafioso.
Though Mafioso gently moved Time to the other seat.
“If you desire it, I'll shall. Though, would you mind telling if there are any side effects of your trick?”
Ignoring Mafioso, Time looks around the car. A fancy leather seat and dim LED lights. Blood had now stained the seats, which Time internally cursed at. The front and the back of the car were divided; it screamed Mafioso.
“Oh, dear Mafioso, would you like to use that pretty mouth of ours to tell me where we are headed?” Time didn't like this one bit; Mafioso still was a threat. No matter if they helped them, they still were and will always be dangerous.
“Well, after your stunt, your blue-haired friend was worried that you were dying, but in his state, he couldn't do much. Annoyingly, it was difficult to convince him to let me take you. He is loyal, I'll give him that. Where do you get such a man?”
“It's none of your business now, is it?” Time counted. Time’s eyes wander to the tinted windows, watching as the city becomes a blur as they drive past. “You still haven't answered the question.”
“Well, I couldn't leave you in good faith in such a state. And I don’t know where you live.” Time raised an eyebrow. He clearly knew as he walked right up to their office. “And I haven’t had the chance to thank you either.” Staring at him, Time tried to fight the urge to strangle the man.
“So, you have kidnapped me?” Only Time would get kidnapped after a rescue mission.
“Kidnapped is such a strong word. I’m offering some dinner as a thanks. Is that such a crime, Time?” Time loathes the way their name sounded in his voice.
Time grumbled, still the thought of wrapping their hands around his throat and laughing as his lungs screamed. As his body thrashed against them, the life slowly faded from him. Yet here they are, their body leaning against the window of the car.
It wasn’t long until the car started to slow, and a mansion stood before them. No matter how much they learn about the Mafioso, they still need to remind themselves that the Mafioso is rich. Old rich. They flaunt richness as a power move to put people in their place. Many others counted their money and liked to flaunt it around. Though this mafia didn’t flaunt theirs. They didn’t need to. How their clothes always were prim and perfect. Their building, even though old, never had a flick of dust and had modern technology.
While Time was studying the building, Mafioso had gotten out of the car and opened the door for Time.
“Can you walk?” Mafioso held their hand out for Time. Remembering last time, Time ignored the hand and stood out. Their limbs no longer felt like they were drowning in lead. Weakness had slowly melted away, leaving their body rimming with extra energy. Mafioso stood still, staring at where Time was, but Time just moved closer to the building.
“Dinner, right?” If Time got this over with, they didn’t need to think about it. Time had been to plenty of dinners, some for assassination or connections. They had been trained from a young age on how to get people to talk and how to manipulate a conversation. How you should act and conduct yourself. How to spew out flowery language to get what you want. ‘Just think of it as another mission that Spawn has given you.’
“Perhaps we should wash off first. Then we can dine in. I’ll take you to a bathroom where you can have a shower, and I’ll find some clothes that aren’t drenched in blood.”
“Perhaps.” Time felt like the dry blood rubbed against them. How it stuck underneath their nails and how their hair would brush against their neck.
Following behind Mafioso, Time observed the few people who walked past. They bowed and moved along with their day, not sparing Mafioso a glance.
“I’ll have someone bring you clothes, they'll leave them out the door. I’ll also clean up.” He left Time alone.
Time opened the door to the bathroom and quickly locked the door. Sliding down the door, they let out a sigh. They buried their hand in their hair and tightly pulled at it. How far they have fallen. The shame they would have brought to the Spawn. They were supposed to be better than this; they are. Aren’t they? Born and raised to be the perfect follower. Always completing missions without any hitch. The Angel of Spawn. But in the end, here Two Time was all alone. Who were they without Spawn? And they have revealed to a rival the secret of Spawn. Time would have been torture to death for it, even after all they have done. ‘Would have.’ It stung yet felt so numb.
Finally, Time took in the room. Warm lighting lit up the marble floor and the plants. On the edge was a large glass door, with pebbles in the ground. A massive shower. What was the purpose of it being that large?
Ripping away their layers, they let the clothes fall to the floor. They enter the shower and turn the shower on hot. They stood directly underneath the pour of water and let the water wash away the blood. Their tail swished lightly. The warmth melted away the tension in their shoulders.
Time looked for some soaps to scrub the rest of the blood and dirt off. Noticing a bottle of soap and a brush, they poured it on. Roses and a hint of Spice. It was a pleasant smell.
Slowly, they relaxed in the shower. But a gentle knock broke their thoughts.
“Excuse me, I have brought clothes. I leave them outside the door. I’ll make sure no one is in the hallway. After you're done with the shower, I'll be down the hall and I’ll escort you to dinner. Please enjoy the rest of the shower.” Time listened closely as their footsteps drifted away from the door.
Turning off the shower, they prepare to be hit with cold air but notice that the floor is heated. Grabbing a towel, they dried themselves off and made their way to the door. They opened it to see nicely folded clothes.
A black turtleneck, red velvet vest and black dress pants. It wasn’t something Time would normally wear, but they didn’t have a choice. Though the clothes were comfortable and warm.
Walking down the hallway, a maid bowed to them and led the way. Time led to a balcony where Mafioso was sitting, looking at the night sky. Candles illuminated a table and the roses that surrounded it.
“Mafioso,” Time pulls out a chair and sits across from him.
“Two Time,” Mafioso stare at Time before continuing, “Would you like some wine?” Time nodded, too busy staring at the view. The mansion sits upon a hill slightly away from the city. It was a breathtaking view that you just didn’t get in the city.
Pouring Time tea, Mafioso snuck glances at Time.
“Pardon me, dinner is ready,” the maid had returned with a trolley of food. “On today's menu, we have pan-roasted pastry rolls, layered with an herbed tomato puree, a creamy blend of artisanal cheeses, and tender bites of aged salami.”
Mafioso, thank her before digging into the meal. Time picked up the wine and took a hesitant sip, immediately they scrunched their face. Mafioso observed Time silently. How quickly they put food in their mouth to drown out the taste of the wine. And how they refused to even glance at the glass.
Mafioso called out to the woman again, “May you get some tea?”
“Of course.” Shortly, she came back with a tray of chamomile tea. Mafioso gestured to Time, and she poured them a cup.
Time picked up the tea and had a sip. The flavour melted on their tongue. After a while, they felt a presence staring at them. Following Mafioso’s eyes, they notice how he was looking at their tail. Which was gently swaying, hitting the chair in a rhythm. Straightening their tail and tucking it away, they took a glance at Mafioso.
He chuckled and leaned his face in his hand. “You’re an enjoyer of tea?”
“I find it more pleasant.”
He hummed as he swirled his drink. A question was on the tip of his tongue. But it sat unsaid as he stared at Time. Their hair was like a raven feather that looked like matte black. Though once light hit it, it was hints of purples and blues. Their pale skin was no longer covered in crimson. Though Time, being dressed in scarlet and black, matching Mafioso’s, stroke his ego.
“You’re staring.” Time had been watching the skyline and felt the eyes digging into their skin. It was agonising for a few minutes.
“You should wear red more, it looks good on you.”
Time tilted their head, “Thank you?” Not what Time had expected. Surely that wasn’t why Mafioso gaze was so fierce. Admiring a colour? Though perhaps a hobby of his was colour theory, a skill that many higher people have. To look the best you must, match your body to colours and clothes to show the best version of yourself. However, Time never thought red looked good on them. It was a harsh colour.
“Two Time?”
“Just spit it out Mafioso. You’re a fool if you think I’ll accept that as an answer. What has gotten you so tongue-twisted? If it wasn’t so frustrating, I would say it’s cute.”
“Why did you save me?”
“Pardon?” Time sat the teacup down, their hand hovering over it.
“When Jason was about to kill me, you stepped in.”
“That’s what got you so flustered? Spawn, you're idiotic.” Two Time never answered his question.
“I’m flustered? I think you’ve been that more than me.”
“Shut up your ugly trap up!” Time slammed their hands on the table, rattling the tableware.
“I thought I was cute?”
“Do you want to see what I think of you?” Time gripped the edge of the table, ready to pounce on him. Mafioso’s smirk grew larger and he stood up, looming over Time. His posture was calm as he leaned down over the table.
“Oh~ do tell,” his voice provokes a threat. Time had a brief thought this how they died. Because they decided it was a good idea to swim with the shark. But Mafioso made no movement, no sign of malice. “I’m waiting.”
“Then wait.” Time leapt onto the balcony railing. “If this was to repay the debt due, then consider it repaid. Spawn, may you be blessed. See you later, bunny,” Time hopped off the balcony, landing into a roll and ran off.
Mafioso could only stare before he chuckled and watched the figure run off. A light blush fell upon his face. He was just using Time. At first, it was to draw in a target, then curiosity that kept them alive. Time was a useful tool that Mafioso could use. Right?
How now they smelt just like Mafioso, and how they look so well dressed. The way their smiled made his heart skip a beat.
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
He smashed his head against the railing.
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Chapter 6: Dance in the Snow with me?
Notes:
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Chapter 6| Dance in the Snow with me?
|1 Year Later|
Snow drifted down in the morning glow of the city. Two Time’s head was plastered on their desk, as they slept. A few more flowers scatter the room, one pot had three different flowers: a gladiolus, a daisy and a lilac.
A gentle knock was soon followed by Guest1337 entering the room. Quickly, he noticed Time asleep. A smile fell upon his lips. Bathing in the morning light, they look peaceful. He drew the curtains close and grabbed a blanket from the chair, and threw it on them.
“Sweet dreams, Time,” just as quickly as he came in, he left. As much as he would have liked to carry them to a proper bed, Time didn’t have one. Maybe they should get a one for their office. Under his breath, Guest1337 mumbled how he could sneak a bed in.
“Guest1337?” Daisy peeked around a corner with Charlotte behind her. “Is Two Time not hungry?”
“They're asleep. Do you think we can sneak a bed into their office?”
Daisy paused and pondered. “If we get Chance to drag them out of their office for an afternoon, we could carry in and set it before Two Time gets back.” Daisy pulled out her phone and sent a quick text message to Chance.
“How would Chance manage to get them out of the office?”
“Well, he has a party to attend to. It’s the perfect excuse.”
“Two Time would never be willing to go to a party.”
“Leave it to Chance to psych someone out. He will probably annoy them until they admit defeat and go with him. And Chance can keep them away as much as we want.”
“I suppose how much trouble can they cause?”
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“TWO TIME!” Chance slammed the door open, rattling the potted plants. Leaping into the air, Time glared daggers at Chance.
Recovering from the fright, Time asked, “Give me a good reason for this, or I swear to Spawn I push through this window.” Time combed through their bed hair while stretching their limbs. With a large stretch, their bones set into place and glance at Chance.
He had an amused look.
“You’re coming with me,” he said with confidence. Rushing behind Time, and started to push them to the door. Grabbing his wrist, Time twisted it until Chance let out a mutter of pain. They released his hand, and Chance cradled his hand.
“And pray tell, why should I listen?”
“You’re so mean. Now you have to join me to make up for it.” Chance dramatically fell onto the other chair. “You have brutally injured me, and now I can’t do my duty. I need support from my boss.”
“Spawn.” Time sighed, rubbing their forehead. “You aren’t going to leave me alone until I agree.”
“You know it.” Chance winked.
“Alright, what do you want?”
Chance forgetting his previous ailing, he sprang up and grabbed their wrist. Pulling them through the building until they reached his room. Recognise the path to Chance’s room, they're getting more confused. Time could only watch as Chance pushed them into the room.
“Chance?”
Time didn’t get a response as Chance ran around his room, throwing things around. Their room, which was normally somewhat clean, was a mess of clothes now. They scanned the abundant amount of clothes, all screaming of lush and expensive. Every so often, Chance would hover clothes over Time before muttering comments under his breath.
No matter how much Time begs for an answer for the madness, Chance didn’t answer. Subsuming to their fate, Time let Chance do whatever.
Though Chance paused when he pulled out a white dress with hints of light purple. It had pearl adornments that led to white roses. Long gloves that met translucently off the shoulder sleeves. The skirt part was made of silk and had a few layers that flowed around. It was gorgeous. Chance brought it up to Time. His eyes seemed to light up when they held them in front of them.
Time lighting patted the smooth texture and admired its beauty. The neat stitching and the well-crafted lace.
“This is the one.”
“Chance, might I ask what this is for?” But once again, Chance didn’t answer.
“Put this on,” Chance shoved Time into the bathroom. He shut the door behind them, and Time stared at the dress.
Carefully, they hung the dress as making sure it didn’t touch the floor. Once they ensured the dress was okay, they took off their clothes. With the stubbornness of Chance, Time had little to no chance to refuse.
Time eyes met the dress once again. It wouldn’t hurt them to try it on.
With the utmost care, they dressed themself in the dress. It fitted them perfectly, like it was built just for them. It felt weird. Even though it was fitted, it matched their size, and it fit their style. Twirling around, the dress followed them, and Time didn’t have to force a smile.
They met their eyes in the mirror.
Time would be blind to say that they didn’t look good. The pale dress matches their pale skin and contrasts with their hair.
“Time?” Chance knocked gently on the door. “You need any help?”
“I’m alright, Chance, I’ve got in on.” Time opened the door as Chance looked at them. “Though again, what is the purpose of this?” Chance had always bugged them about getting other outfits, but never to this extreme. It was a lovely dress, but not practical for a new outfit.
“I knew it, you look like a swan princess. It's stunning on you. Why don’t you wear this anymore?”
Time titled their head, “What?”
“I found this early on. I had my suspicions that it was yours, but I could never be certain. Seeing how it fits you confirms it’s yours. So why don’t you wear this anymore? And where did you get it? I need to get a version of it.”
Found it? In this building. Time dug through the memories searching for any hints of where this dress came from. But nothing came up. Time would never buy this, and no one would buy this for Time. So, where in Spawn’s name did it come from?
“This isn’t mine.”
“No need to be embarrassed. If you want to keep your secrets, that's fine.” Time just sighed; there was no point in arguing.
“But once again, what is the purpose of dressing me up?” If Chance wanted to play dress up, they wouldn’t make such a fuss.
“Well, I was invited to a party, and I had a plus one. A large function, the yearly winter solstice event. And who else would I invite but my lovely boss?”
“Elliot?” A blush crept up Chance’s neck. He faked a cough.
“My sensational boss should use this experience to make more connections. It's the perfect setting for meetings and enlightening conversations.”
Time supposed that this was a good opportunity. Somehow, they had built an organisation in the past year. If they wanted to make it stable, they would need more connections and build a reputation. This event was the perfect way to do this. These events were filled with hungry wolves waiting for anyone to throw them a bone. Time could play their cards right and have many wrapped around their finger.
“Well, I suppose it’s a good idea.”
Chance lit up, nodded hastily. “Yes! Come on, I need to do your hair and your makeup.”
“Who’s the host?” Time asked as Chance pushed them in front of a vanity.
“Builderman.” Chance grabbed a hairbrush and started very carefully. Unlike Chance’s, who had more textured hair, Time was straight, though it had volume. They styled in a half-up and down hairstyle.
Time hummed. Builderman was a very important figure in the city. His company had built most of the buildings in the city and invested early in most of the key businesses. If you wanted money, he was the richest in the city. Though, despite being the man with the most influence, many didn’t hide their disdain for him.
“Don’t you need to get ready?”
“Unlike you, I don’t need assistance to get ready. I’ve gotten one of the men to get our car ready. I’ll meet you down there.”
Time nodded. Walking out of his room, Time mentally created a checklist. They could guest the list and make a priority list. Time saw one of the men bow to them and open the car door. Honestly, it felt weird. Spawn promise equality, that no one was higher than someone else in the family. Everyone greeted each other in the same manner. Yet here they are, somehow the boss of a whole group. They honestly didn’t know how it started.
After helping Guest1337, others have sent in requests. Time didn’t want to bother, so they sent Chance and soon Guest1337. Saying they needed to pay Time back and to be in service would prove their will and loyalty. Then they asked for more help and equipment, and Time got them as they wanted them to be successful. Though now it wasn’t just a Time.
Chance was the pushiest one about it. Using his money and the casino as support.
Despite Time’s reluctance, they now had to bear the responsibility for all people under their roof. And if it meant getting more support by going to a party. So, be it.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long before Chance caught up. He wore a rose suit, with embroidery of cards and his signature hat, but red.
“Do you like?”
“You look like you,” Time glanced at the window. It was peak daylight, so the city was a crowded mess. Thousands of people walked past, all going about their different lives.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment. When we get to the party, you’ll be the one to drown in compliments. You’ll be the most beautiful, awe-inspiring person there. Everyone will bend backwards to be even in your vicinity.” Time chuckled at Chance's dramatic speech.
Chance rambled on about different subjects the whole car trip. Once did his phone pinged and he read with a weird expression before asking Time a question. “What’s your favourite colour?”
Time paused.
Purple?
…
Red?
Time’s fingers were hovering over the lace, taking notice of the nightshade pattern.
“Purple.”
“Okay, do you have any in preference beds?”
Time snapped up to Chance. “What is this? Fifty questions?”
“Just wanted to know more about my boss. How are we supposed to work together if we don’t know each other well? We must be able to understand each other's understanding and reasoning. Personally, I like a softer mattress and fur blankets.”
“Well, I guess I firm mattress and a lot of soft blankets and pillows. Anymore random questions?”
“No, I got a good understanding of you.” Chance texted on his phone, and Time looked away. Whispering under his breath, ‘just like a cat.’
Songs from the radio filled the car.
While Time got lost in their thoughts, Chance nudged them. “Boss, we are here.”
Time opened the door of the car and stood in front of a large brick building. Immediately, Time noticed the high security and the few gaps in the security vision. It would be annoying to sneak in, but not impossible. If you had the courage and the skill, it was possible. Though Time didn’t have to worry about sneaking in, for once, they were invited.
“Shall we?” Chance linked arms with Time and helped them up the stairs. A few others walked beside them all in their own luxurious outfits. Time could only recognise a few faces, many, though Time had no clue.
Entering the building, Time was met with a flash of light and colour. A clash of different perfumes and the constant chatter overwhelmed their senses. Unlike Time, who needed a second, Chance seemed to thrive in the environment. Thankfully, Chance took the lead and brought them upstairs.
Time rested on the railing that looked over the first floor.
“Haven’t been invited to such a party before.”
“Invited?”
“You don’t need to be invited to show up to a party, Chance. Nevertheless, we should do what we came here to do.” Chance just hummed and grabbed a drink off a tray for a passing waiter. “Chance.”
“What?”
“Please keep the drinking to a minimum.”
Chance glared through his drink and muttered an insult. Time just sighed and hoped the man could be responsible for his drinking. If he wanted to act like an idiotic drunk, then that’s on him. Though Time would check on him to ensure he doesn’t drink too much.
“Well, boss, I’ll go talk to some friends. You’ll be fine talking to new people?”
“I’m perfectly able to communicate with others.” Time stood straight and walked away from Chance, who chuckled into his cup.
Time walked into the dance of people, disappearing from Chance's view. Scanning the building, Time felt their body relax as they studied exits and weaknesses.
“Greetings, it grieves me that I don’t know your name.” Time turned around to see Builderman. Unlike the people around them, Builderman dressed more casually than the rest. A simple grey shirt and jeans. It made him stand out like a sore thumb. You wouldn’t think he was anyone important until you see the taller man standing behind him.
Shedletsky. Well-built muscles and a presence that made people bare their necks. His dress in a gold and black suit hid weapons. His eyes scanned Time. Whatever he found, he didn’t see them as a threat. If that was an insult to their capabilities or praise for this skill in masking.
In a split second, Time changed their posture and warm small covered their face. “Greetings, Builderman, I’m truly honoured that you graced me. My name is Two Time. You truly have an eye for a grand design. This building and its decorations are candy for the eyes. You must be proud of your skills.” Time animated their hands, ensuring their body were loose and calm.
“That’s some high praise. You know who to stoke someone’s ego. It is such a pleasure to meet you, Two Time. I must say you look divine.” Time took a glance at Shedletsky, whose focus wasn’t on either of them but on watching around them. He didn’t even tag them as a threat. In the end, that was perfect for them.
“You flatter me. How has your business been? Especially with all the chaos happening in the hierarchy of the city, it must have caused some chaos.”
“It sure has been interesting. Many are vying for the top, yet with the number of groups all fighting, who knows what will happen? It’s better to stay on the sidelines for this fight. Though my son doesn’t see it that way.”
“Your son?” Time didn’t know he had one, but quickly recovered. “He has a different view?”
“He suggests that I’m more proactive and I should fight to defend this city.”
“A good soul. But you see it differently? This city doesn’t deserve your attention?” Time tilted their head, walking next to Builderman, next to the railing.
“It’s not that. But if we cross that line, we can never step back into the neutral territory. A place that I’ve built my life around and have striven to stay in. If we attack, we have fewer resources to defend. And that is something that I can’t risk for the hope of solving an ever-growing problem.” Builderman's eyes fell upon the first floor, watching the crowd. His grip on his glass tightened, and a crack formed on the glass.
“You defend your stability; I cannot see an issue with that. Though might I ask, what happens when your throne you have built starts to crumble? When others see a flaw in your building and attack its weakness, breaking your stability, destroying your goal. Pray tell, what would you do?” Time watched Builderman stiffen, and his eye grew dark.
“You speak like you see the future.” Builderman's body was tense, and his body leaned against the railing.
“Know the future, I do not. But a future based on facts and predictions? It’s more likely than you think. You have an item in your possession that many crave and will rip out your throat for. You might not have a choice but to strike before they do. In the shadows, they already started to make progress, though you have time on your hands. The truth still eludes them.”
Builderman twisted their body to stare at Time in horror. His mouth moved, but no sound came out, and his breathing became laboured. Shedletsky finally took notice of the change of atmosphere around Builderman. He rushed over and put himself in front of Builderman, hovering over his weapons.
“Stand back,” Shedletsky shoved Builderman to stand behind him.
“It was an honour to meet face to face for the first time, Builderman. I hope you heed the warning. I truly have high hopes for you. To use the gift that Spawn has given you. It isn’t any day when you are handed on a silver plate such a powerful item. May the Spawn bless you, Builderman.” Time bowed but kept eyes on the Builderman.
Many emotions went across his face before the hint of recognition daunted his face.
“The angel,” Builderman muttered, and he had a look of realisation. Shedletsky turned around to meet Builderman’s eyes. With a haunted breath, he violently turned around, but Two Time had long vanished. “My days never thought that they would attend.”
“A follower of Spawn? But they all died. Didn’t they?” Shedletsky scanned for any sign of them.
“No. One lived. And now I know who gave me the present.” Builderman let out a shaky breath. “We mustn’t take their warning lightly.”
Shedletsky hummed, hands still itching near his weapons.
“Sir, we are having technical issues. We must hastily review.” Dusekkar appeared behind them. His tablet shows that the building had a glitch.
“Found out what caused this,” Dusekkar nodded and rushed off, “Shedletsky, tell the men to be on high guard and prepare for the worst.”
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Time blended into the colourfully blend of people hiding from Builderman and Shedletsky's view. Hopefully, Builderman keeps protecting that item and using it for the benefit of the city.
Deciding to review the crowd, Time walked over to a table in the furthest corner. Eating a few of the snacks on the table. While Time would like to leave Chance to his own devices, just a quick checkup wouldn’t hurt. Though after a few minutes of searching, Time didn’t see a hint of Chance.
“He must have gone downstairs,” Time huffed and stood up.
Before Two Time could walk downstairs, someone else stopped them.
“I’ve seen such a pretty face here before,” Time glanced at the tall male. His long blonde hair was tied in a neat braid with highlights of blue. He wore a regal outfit of sky blue, gold and snow white. Though the tiara of ice was the main centrepiece. His smile didn’t meet his eyes and was cold. Time was tempted to shove him off, but he wanted something.
“Oh, thank you, Sir,”
“ITrapped. And what’s your name, dove?
“Two Time, it’s nice to meet such a specimen as you.” Time looked more carefully at his outfit; on the surface, it was bold and refined. Yet the fabric wasn’t polyester, and the fur was synthetic. The jewels were fake, too clean and bright and didn’t reflect the light properly.
“You flatter me. I heard on the floor that an angel arrived. It seems that your beauty was not put truly into words. You look like ash falling onto fresh snow. Spring has arrived and bloomed, peaking through the snow, and the light reflects the surface, illuminating you in this dark life.”
He sure had a way with words. A snake’s tongue. Though a bunch of useless fluff.
“You are so unique.” Time rolled their eyes.
“Though I heard you came with someone. Might I steal you away, though, for a dance?” Time narrowed their eyes. So that’s what he wanted.
“Oh, you mean my dear friend Chance? You must save your praise for him; he is truly worth your attention.” Time noticed how ITrapped grinded against his teeth as he forced a smile.
“Chance. Worth my attention? You must jest. He isn’t worth the effort, and he isn’t worth yours either. It’s such a sin that he drags your beauty when standing next to him. His nothing but worthless trash that should be kicked to the curb.” Now that was interesting. ITrapped stood in front of Time and threw petty insults at Chance.
“Jest? What really is a sin is envy. Envy is such a nasty look on you; it brings down your mask of superiority. It makes your cracks in your appearance more pronounced.” ITrapped scrunches his fists and stands closer. If he thought that his height was a threat, he is mistaken.
“Do you know who I am?”
“A pathetic man,” Time watched as ITrapped wind out his arm. Time could see the punch a mile away. But before Time could counter, Chance grabbed ITrapped’s fist.
“ITrapped,” his voice was bitter yet weak. Chance's hand shook, and he flexed the other hand.
“If it isn’t my love, Chance.” ITrapped took a step back and put up his mask once again. Chance let his hands fall to his sides.
“Take my name out of your mouth, you have no right.” Chance's stance was closed, and he looked one second away from fleeing. “Leave us alone.”
“I was just having a nice conversation with Two Time here. You sure did replace me quickly. Though, how did you get anyone to like you again? Does he have something on you?” ITrapped turned to Time. “The only way anyone would ever love you is if you bribe them. You have no other worth. Chance, darling, I was the only one to love you without your worth, yet you refused to show the same.”
Time had no idea what was happening. Clearly, this was something that Chance had to deal with.
“You didn’t. You only wanted me because of my reputation and money. And I let you,” tears started to form on the edge of Chance’s eyes. Though ITrapped probably couldn’t see, it was hidden from view by their shades. But Time had subconsciously positioned themself so they could see behind the shades.
“Chance?” Time didn’t like where this was going.
“I let you. I’m such a fool. I knew it ITrapped. Do you think I couldn’t see past your shabby poker face? I thrive in poker. I took a chance. A gamble. I thought that there was a chance that you would love me. I kept making up excuses, saying I needed to hit more. Add more and more onto my bet.” Chance stood his ground, staring right into ITrapped.
“And that game was the dumbest choice I’ve made. Desperation to show how much I wanted to prove to you that I loved you. But you wanted me dead, didn’t you? A one and six chance, and I walked away. So, you wanted to finish the job. You literally stabbed me in the back.”
Time could only stare at Chance. As his mouth spilled an endless stream of speech. This was the man that Time had found, all alone, bleeding out in the snow. And the man next to him was the one who had stabbed him.
“In the end, it wasn’t enough for you. Even Lady Luck can’t fix the impossible, right? But I don’t regret it. ITrapped, you're one of the best gambles I ever made. Yet like other games, you must know when to fold.” Chance let out a shaky breath before standing tall. He fixed his wrinkled suit and grabbed a wine glass from a waiter.
“So, what, Chance? You are nothing. What can you do against me?” ITrapped seemed one second from leaping on Chance.
A smirk grew on Chance's face. “What can I do against you?” Chance raised his glass, eyes still covered, staring right into ITrapped. “Everyone, I have an announcement. ITrapped is now officially banned from my casino, and I will refuse anyone entrance if they have been seen with Itrapped.” Not once did Chance look away from ITrapped, he kept his ground.
Chance’s casino was a popular spot, so many would refuse to even pay attention to ITrapped. Then, if a few refused to talk to him, others would do it by association to not get ignored also. This was a public social execution. ITrapped had no money and little power to his name. He was now nothing in the higher hierarchy.
Dowing the wine, Chance stepped away from ITrapped. Whispers filled the room, and many eyes fell upon ITrapped. Two Time, eyes bore into ITrapped’s back as he fled.
“Are you alright?” Chance turned to Time and fussed over them.
“He was only being a fly. Are you okay?” Time took the glass from Chance’s hand and set it down on a table. “Spawn above, Chance, you didn’t need to do that.”
“No, I needed to do it. I’ve been ignoring it for too long. It was only festering, and it needs to be put to rest. It was a fool's gambit. I need to own up to my mistakes.” Chance went to grab another drink, but Time grabbed his hand.
“Your mistakes? You wanted to love. You gave him everything, and he gave you nothing but a sword through the heart. You should never forgive him, no matter what his motivation was. He is heartless.”
Time is heartless. Giving Chance empty comfort, like they hadn’t done the same thing. Stabbing the one you loved through the heart for power.
“Thanks, Time.”
Sorry Chance.
“I need to freshen up. Go enjoy the rest of the party, be safe, alright?”
“I can assure you that I’ll be fine. Take as much time as you need.” Chance gave them a thumbs-up and walked away.
Time was left all alone again. They are starting to loathe this party.
Time smoothed down their dress, and they thought of the pros and cons of ditching the party. Before they could start to tally them up, a voice broke them out of their thoughts.
“Two Time?” Time knew that voice way too well. Spinning around, Time’s eyes met Mafioso’s. Of course, he had to be here.
“Mafioso, it’s a surprise to see you here.” Time put their hands behind their backs, itching towards their dagger.
Mafioso seemed to be in a trance for a while, just looking at them. It unnerved Time how much he felt like prey under his gaze. Finally, he coughed and took his eyes off Time.
“Is it? This is my natural habitat; dozens flock to me for loans, for business, pleasure or whatever. A good way also to find pests you seem to have forgotten their due. Though I’ve never seen you here before, the surprise is you. So might I have the pleasure of knowing why you are here?” Mafioso leaned in closer.
“I tagged along with a friend. Is that such a crime for you that I’m here?”
Time streak of avoiding Mafioso was set back to zero. They had been doing so well, too. After Mafioso took them to his house, he seemed to stalk Two Time and always ignored Time’s personal bubble. It creeped Time out. He wanted something from Time, but they had no idea what. Money, power, to kill them? Honestly, they wished he would just stab them to get this weird dance over with.
“No, it’s good to see you here. It’s a nice surprise.” Mafioso took a step back when Time had leaned away. “Have you been enjoying the party?”
“It has been interesting, I suppose.”
“Interesting? It seems you haven’t enjoyed it at all. I can’t let your first party be a bore, it would a shame to leave just an unpleasant first impression.” Mafioso offered his hand.
“What?” Time knew this trick too well.
“Two Time, may I have this dance?” Or not. A dance?
“You’re kidding me? I’m not dancing with you, Mafioso.”
“Then let’s make it a deal. I’ll give you access to my weapon market, without any payment fees or catches, if you dance with me.” Time stopped their insult when they processed what Mafioso had said. Mafioso’s mafia has such a large market of weapons that a few could rival. The commission fee to even get a catalogue was enormous. For a while, Time has simply used older weapons, and it didn’t bug them. Though the others need better gear for their safety. Time lacked access to weapons. But to give that to Time just for a dance?
“Surely you jest. To give that away for a measly dance?” Time didn’t understand the worth of it.
“A measly dance. It’s a dance with you; it is worth so much than that.” Time couldn’t stop the laugh that burst through their mouth. “What’s so funny?”
“You’re actually serious?”
Mafioso just smirked.
Spawn, he was serious.
“Fine, I’ll accept.” Time let their hand fall upon Mafioso’s. Though with one tug, Mafioso pulled them to the dance floor, and Time had to keep themself from tripping.
Mafioso led, and Time quickly fell into place following Mafioso’s cues. Mafioso rested one of his hands over their waist and led with the other hand. It had been such a long time since Time had danced, but muscle memory took over. Both of them glided over the dance floor.
“You know, I never thought white would look good on you. Though I stand corrected, as this dress is divine on you. May I ask why this dress, though?”
“I just happen to have it, and a friend wanted to see it on me.” The grip on their waist tightens before it goes loose again.
“Was it that annoying rabbit? What was his name again? Chairlie? Carl?” Mafioso’s eyes pierced into Time.
With a slim smile, Time stepped onto his foot. “I do apologise, I lose focus when people are talking shit,” Time winked as Mafioso frowned. “Are you going to continue making me lose my focus?”
“It would be a shame to ruin this dance with you. How about I ask, how have you been recently?” Mafioso pulled Time closer, as their feet crossed.
“I’ve been well. What have you been up to?” Time didn’t understand why the useless chatter was still it wasn’t too bad.
“Busy, in recent times, many have begged for more money. And some have decided to ignore their warning. There has been so much unnecessary bloodshed because of stupidity. Besides, I hear that you've been entering the dark part of the city.”
“It just sort of happened. Too late to back down now. I have to support my men and ensure their safety and security.”
Time glanced over to Mafioso’s face, and a large grin spread across it. Before Time could ask why the grin, Mafioso span them around. Their dress flew around; the layers shone under the chandelier light. Quickly, Mafioso pulled them to his chest.
“You’re enjoying this too much.” Time muttered as Mafioso chuckled.
“Let me enjoy it.” Mafioso kept spinning them around and leading them around the floor. Even when the song ended, Mafioso didn’t let go. He just changes his pace to match the tempo of the new song.
Time only sighed.
“Dance is not plural Mafioso. Are you planning to dance until I die of exhaustion?” Time didn’t think it was an effective way to kill someone, but Mafioso was a special case.
“If you get too tired, let me know? I promise to sweep you off your feet.” Time’s face was dusted with pink and stepped on Mafioso shoe once again. Not even offering an excuse.
Mafioso only chuckled again.
“You are quite a good dancer if you ignore the ‘losing’ of focus.”
Time wanted to bite their tongue off. “A friend taught me. He enjoyed it.”
“Well, do extend my thanks to him. He allowed me to have a great dance with you.” Mafioso had a warm smile and almost made Time forget the thoughts that wanted to consume them.
“He would be happy to hear that I’m a good dancer.” He would. But Time couldn’t pass along Mafioso’s thanks. Time remembered the endless practices that he would force upon them, making them dance until their feet ached. Never did Time complain. It was worth every ache in their body to see him smile.
Mafioso noticed the grim expression on Time’s face and how their eyes glossed over. A few thoughts flew across his mind before he let his impulsive thoughts win.
Mafioso’s span Time again and led them into a dip. Time snapped out of their daze to hold onto Mafioso’s shoulder and hand like a lifeline. Mafioso’s face was a near inch away from Time’s. Both just stare at each other for a few seconds. Neither of them wanted to break the trance that fell upon them.
However, a distant noise broke Time’s focus. With one quick motion, Time tugged Mafioso down and shouted.
“Everyone, get down!” A few listened.
A large flash of light burned Time’s vision, and land bang assaulted their ears. Time fell upon the floor harshly, and they felt a wave of pain engulf them.
Ringing in their ears, noises were distant as Time tried to sit back up. Mafioso attempted to push them back down, his mouth moving, but Time didn’t hear anything. Time shoved off Mafioso’s hands and forced their eyes to focus.
In the distance, Time saw to figure walk through the now destroyed wall.
Noli and 007n7. Both were thought to have retired a few years ago. Yet here they are. Is everyone coming back from retirement?
Mafioso pulled Time all the way up, as Time pulled their hand through their hair. It felt way too warm as Time pulled their hand back into their vision. Blood dropped from their hand. Their eyes moved to their dress; thankfully, only a few blood drops fell on it.
Slowly, their hearing came back to them.
“Two Time?” Mafioso’s voice was the first.
“I thought they retired.” Time heard a wave of pain, grunts, screaming and crying.
“I suppose not. They did sure have an explosive entrance out of retirement.” Mafioso pulled Time to stand behind him.
“Very funny. The true question is what they want. They aren’t really now for blowing up parties. Random arson and chaos, sure. But this targeted, they want something.”
“I had some rumours of Builderman acquiring a sort of after item. Maybe that’s what they are after? But by doing this, they are making an enemy of everyone here.” Mafioso watched the duo, not even caring for anyone and headed upstairs where Builderman was.
“They don’t care. Their desire for it outweighs everything else.”
“You know about the item?”
“If that’s what they are after, yes. And to put it simply, if it falls into their hands, it won’t end well for people. Mafioso, go check up on your men.”
“And let you walk towards that mess?”
“I’m not going to join the fight, there are plenty of security.”
“Fine, don’t do anything rash.” Mafioso fled.
Time wiped their hand off on a table and took their dagger that was strapped to their thigh. Time watched as many people rushed past them, fleeing from the flames that started to engulf the building.
Heading upstairs, they saw a mess of destruction.
Noli and 007n7were fighting a few men, while Time could see Shedletsky leading Builderman away. Noli had grabbed a weird bottle from his belt and chucked it on the floor. A few of Builderman’s men were covered in a purple gas. In a few moments, they started to attack each other or attack the air.
A hallucinogen.
It seems Noli’s formula has improved in recent years. While Noli charged at Builderman, 007n7ran to one of the panels on the building.
Time sprinted over to 007n7, who was focused on hacking into the panel.
“What's your plan here?” 007n7flinched and whipped around.
“What's it to you? Stay out of my busy, walk away now, you're not worth the effort.”
“Call it curiosity? You haven’t been seen at all, not a hint of you for a few years. Yet now you’re here, attacking Builderman?” Time knew that he wouldn’t tell them, but maybe he could give them a clue.
“The Voidstar.”
Time’s assumption was correct. Though, how did 007n7and Noli know about it? Builderman would’ve gotten leaked. Did someone know that Time gave it to him?
“What do you want with it?”
“By your expression, you already know what it does. Are you here to take it from Builderman as well? Builderman think he can have all of its power. He doesn’t need it, so what’s the problem?” 007n7’s expression turned sour and clutched at his heart. “There is no price I won’t pay.”
Time wanted to press more but the sound of Noli charging stopped them. Time dodges out of the way, falling into a defensive stance. Noli doesn’t pay Two Time a single glance and grabs 007n7.
“Noli? Let me go!”
“No time,” Noli bridal carries 007n7and leaps through the window. Time could hear the distant screaming of 007n7. Time felt another person rushing past them as Shedletsky followed them out the window. During Time trying to process what occurred in front of them, and herd of disorientated men staggered towards them.
Time raised their dagger as men charged at them. With fluid movements, Time uses the dagger’s handle to knock the men out. It was easy, as the men's focus was everywhere and their movements were sluggish.
It didn’t take long before the men fell onto the floor, and Time scanned the area. A few stragglers remained, but clearly weren’t a threat. Finally, they lowered their dagger and took a review of the mess. Upstairs were destroyed with tables flipped, glass shards covering the floors.
“Two Time,” Time's eyes wander to see Mafioso walking up the stairs. A few of his men was behind him, eyes looking at Time surrounded by bodies.
“Noli’s hallucinogen has improved drastically. They are just unconscious,” Time motion to the bodies.
“Men split up, cover the area, help the injured and search for any more bombs.” Mafioso’s men saluted and separated. “Are you alright?”
“I’m alright, though I must part ways with you. I need to check on my friend. I do apologise for our dance that was cut short.”
“Next time then,” Mafioso watched as Time walked downstairs, his hand still out. He sighed, pulling his hand through his hair. With a huff, he walked away, making his way to Builderman.
When Time hit the first floor, Chance sprinted over to them.
“Boss!” He grabbed their shoulders and examined Time’s body for any injuries. “What happened? Why were you near the fight!” Chance pulled Time outside, stopping at the top of the stairs.
“Chance, I’m okay. It seems Noli and 007n7have made a return. They sure did cause a ruckus.” Time eyes hovered over the crowd that was formed outside. Flashing of red and blue illuminated them in the night. Most of the surrounding building power seemed to be turned off, leaving this part of the city bathed in darkness.
A strong cold breeze hit Time, making them shiver. Time flinched when something cold and wet hit their nose. Their head turned up to see the first snowflakes that fell upon the streets.
“Oh, great, it’s snowing,” Chance sighed and helped Time down the stairs. “I’ve called Guest1337 to come and pick us up. Tonight, been eventful, hasn’t it? Don’t think that all parties are like this Time, you’ll get your hopes up. Well, I’m exhausted and going to crash for a while.”
Chance took off their shades to rub their eyes. He pulled out his phone for some light and quickly noticed the red staining on Time’s hair. “Time!” Chance pulled Time close to look at the gash in their head. “This isn’t okay. Head injuries are serious. I’m calling Elliot to meet us at base.”
Chance dialled into his phone, ensuring not to let Time go. Sighing, Time watched as the crowd slowly died down and left. Even when Mafioso headed out of the building with Builderman in tow. Time ducked their eyes and watched as a familiar car pulled next to them.
“Guest1337.”
“I take back my previous statement. You two can cause a lot of trouble.” He sighed, helping Time into the car and grabbing a towel so Time could put pressure on the wound.
Time vision turned blurry, and they lost track of time. They didn’t realise they arrived until the car door opened and Guest1337 offered his hand. Time just accepted and walked into the building. Chance pleaded with them to head to the medbay, but Time ignored them to headed to their office.
When they enter the room, their eyes widen.
A purple bed sat in the corner of the room, with a curtain that could be drawn to hide the bed. It was covered in soft pillows of different textures. Time took off their shoes and collapsed into the bed.
It had been so long since they slept in a normal bed. It felt nice.
Elliot would be up soon. But shutting their eyes for a moment wouldn’t hurt them.
Their body sank into the bed.
Notes:
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