Chapter 1: Oh what Fun
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The clock is ticking.
The killer this round is the Slasher, “Horror Hotel” as the map chosen. Ranged attacks are not a worry, of course; Given that his only weapon is a machete. He is still a threat nonetheless. Elliot was already dead as soon as the round started. An unfortunate spawn point separated him from the other survivors, which meant the injured had to completely rely on their own survival this round.
Two Time is crouching down, watching the killer at a safe distance behind some obstacles, waiting for the perfect moment to pierce their dagger on his back. Red leaked underneath their shirt, ripped fabric exposed a bit of the wound on their chest. They pay no attention to the pain. They're still alive. It should not matter.
At the moment, Guest is distracting the killer, using the walls and rocks to waste time. But Two Time knew Guest couldn't do it forever, at least without help. The Slasher's swings from the machete are always hard to predict. Two Time recalls when the others have complained about it. Somehow, some way, he can always hit them even when they're farther away. It's rather silly to argue about the logic of that given everything else that has happened. To Two Time, it's just a challenge by the Spawn to see how well they can survive fatal blows.
And right now? They aren't doing too well on the surviving part. A bad hit from a gashing wound which resulted in the chest wound they have now. They should've seen it coming, forcing them to take extra precautions. Guest managed to help them escape, as he always does. If not for him, Two Time would've been dead by now. Their chest is bleeding, but they can fix that if they could just do a backstab.
More seconds are suddenly added to the timer. Two Time's eyes focused back to where the killer was supposed to be, who had already turned Guest into nothing but a bloodied mess on the ground.
Two Time's breath hitched, clutching the dagger tightly. Great .
Slasher swung his machete, his eye glows red under the mask coated in Guest's blood. Two Time continued to hide behind the conveniently placed brick wall, observing the killer— They wonder why every map just has random obstacles, mainly walls around. It does help in chases, maybe that could be a sole reason. Thank the Spawn for that to be the case, it is truly merciful for that.
The masked killer won't see them, not when crouched down, so they have the upper hand of catching him off guard as long as they time their stab right. Their grin grew wider on their face. They'll avenge Guest after he saved them from meeting the same fate. If only they paid more attention to do the same.
May the Spawn forgive them for their incompetence.
Two Time watches as the Slasher ran into the opposite direction where they were, possibly towards where Builderman could be; They recall a sentry that he built on one of the corners of the map. That was until Slasher destroyed it near the beginning of the round, hopefully the Admin has already replaced it with a new one, they'll need that. Two Time immediately followed, keeping a safe distance but close enough to where they could land a backstab once they got the chance. The killer seems too focused on finding where Builderman is rather than looking behind them.
A hushed voice suddenly caught Two Time's attention.
"Psst– Hey, Two Time!"
Two Time looked behind to their left. A familiar yellow friend wearing a dirty, yet comfortable blue sweater, peaking from behind a wall. Noob gestured for them to come closer.
What could they possibly want? They stared at Noob, then back to where the killer head off, and just like that they were already out of their sight, possibly having Builderman's head by now. Their grin twitched. Not a big fan of interruption, especially when they had such a good position to hit a backstab.
They had no choice but to follow Noob's request. If they go back now, their footsteps and low health will definitely mark them as the target instead. Two Time smiled as they quietly made their way towards the survivalist. Before Noob could utter a word, Two Time spoke,
"You interrupted me."
Noob blinked, seemingly taken aback. "What?"
Two Time closed their eyes, still maintaining their signature grin. Their head slightly tilted to the side. "You interrupted me."
Noob looked even more nervous, which was not the intended reaction Two Time wanted, but that could just be the result of the round. They're always so jumpy whenever they speak to them. Noob scratched the back of their head and looked away from the Spawnist, taking a good moment to respond. "O–oh.. I'm sorry. I wanted to give you a medkit I found.. Since you're the only one alive that's pretty low... I didn't know you were.. uh–.. I'm sorry." They stumbled on their words.
Spawn guide their soul.
“It’s okay, I forgive you.” Two Time assures.
Noob gripped the medkit, before offering it to them. Two Time did not even lift a finger, even looking disinterested in using it. Noob then pointed at the bleeding wound on Two Time's chest as if it’s obvious as to why they are giving it in the first place.
"Ah." Two Time simply responded.
Does Noob not know how their abilities work? If they didn't pull them out, they could've regained their health back through a stab and the medkit could've been used for someone else. Even then, they can just respawn anyway. Such a waste of valuable resources. The Spawn granted them their own way to heal through backstabs for a reason.
"Why have you not given it to our dear soldier?" They asked.
"I can't exactly give it to Guest while he's being chased..?" Noob grinned sheepishly. Two Time took note of how much they kept looking at them in the eyes only to look away on the ground.
Noob continued, "I–I'm not good at chases... I know Guest would yell at me to stay back.. And the killer might switch targets to me instead, y'know? Haha..." They forced out a small laugh. "...Or maybe I'm just a coward..."
Two Time just stared at them, which might have not helped Noob's current state in the slightest. They sighed. As much as they wish for them to keep the medkit and give it to someone else, it could make the young one feel a lot better if they just take it. Two Time is quite fond of this individual, they know how much Noob wants to be useful. That's something they both have in common.
And so, Two Time snatched the medkit from their hands. "It is fine. I am grateful for your service, Noob. May the Spawn bless you." They smiled. "Now, I highly encourage you to go hide. You have done your part."
Noob scratched their head. "Ah... Right, right."
"I sense your fear. Pray to Spawn. It can ease your worries."
Noob furrowed their eyebrows, and awkwardly laughed. "I'll take note of that.."
And just like that, they ate a ghostburger and their body vanished.
Two Time didn't use the medkit. As soon as they went back looking for the Slasher's whereabouts, Builderman was dead on the ground and Chance had a bleeding arm. Just in time, Two Time lands a backstab while the killer tries to finish the gambler off. They gained a bit of their health back, and gave the medkit to Chance, who was grateful for the assistance.
The rest of the match was Two Time and Chance taking turns in distracting the killer until the timer hit zero. It was a miracle that neither of them somehow died, with Two Time's already low health and Chance's luck, but they pulled it off.
—
The round ended with Two Time, Noob, and Chance alive.
As soon as they were sent back, Guest and Elliot were talking near the table. Their conversation abruptly ended once the remaining survivors were back.
As usual, their discussions were all about the round, some strategies, and Elliot complaining of being the first to die again. Two Time felt sorry for the pizza boy. The stress that comes with being the only reliable healer. The Spawn must've given him such difficult challenges.
Speaking of the Spawn, they did not gain their second life, leaving them quite unsatisfied. They long to feel the gift of the Spawn on their back once again. The ecstatic pain that comes with it. Perhaps they did not do well enough, the recent round being evidence.
Such incompetence. They must pray for his forgiveness.
The voices of the others have fallen deaf under Two Time's ears as their focus shifts to the door. They made their way towards it, and just as they were about to reach the knob, the same familiar voice called for them once again.
"Two Time?"
Their head immediately snapped to Noob's directions, startling the young Robloxian.
"Hello." They simply responded. Noob then fidgets restlessly with the cuffs of their sweater, uncertain on how to respond to such a simple word.
The pause of silence between them is growing rather awkward, even for the Spawnist. It was clear they wanted to say something. It's written all over their face, and whenever Noob is nervous, it is really obvious.
Which means Two Time has to answer them once again, "Do you need anything from me? Because–"
"No no–!" The Robloxian interrupted immediately, "I just wanted to check up on you."
"Pardon?"
Another pause.
The silence was so loud the other survivors took notice.
–Most notably, Guest. The rest gave their brief glances before going back to do their own thing.
Two Time's grin did not waver, but their tail flicked. Noob's eyes widen as they looked back at the survivors and back at Two Time. "Sorry, is that weird?"
Well... Two Time is the last person to be the judge of what's considered weird.
"Concern for another is not an unusual act, dear. If you are curious, I am fine. The Spawn and his divine protection watches over me." Two Time reassured. Noob doesn't look convinced. They opened their mouth to say something, but it was Two Time's turn to interrupt.
"Thank you for the care, truly. Now, if that is all you wish to say, I will be off. I need to attend to my daily rituals." Two Time grabs the doorknob and opens the door. The breeze greets them as they walk outside. Just before they got out, they briefly caught a glimpse of Guest walking over to Noob, but they brushed it off immediately.
–
There they were, legs crossed at the edge of the dock. The lake's reflection of the moonlight stretches far. A beautiful sight. It was always a good place to pray and reflect for them.
After giving thanks for their survival after such a round, Two Time couldn't help but think…
That exchange with Noob was rather... Interesting. Even the one before, during the round.
They have always had the impression that Noob is not particularly one to chat with them. But alas, looks can be deceiving. Noob, despite their overly shy and nervous mannerisms, is quite chatty. They are the one willing to chat with everyone, despite the stutters; Despite the meekness of their voice. Yet, there are still a few exceptions. Two Time being one of them.
The young Robloxian(In all honesty, Two Time suspects they're both the same age) does not seem comfortable around the Spawnist. Though, all of the survivors give them odd looks regardless. They grew accustomed to it. It is normal for non-believers to grow uncertain or doubtful of a Spawn follower. With patience, they will eventually see the light.
Two Time is used to Elliot and Guest's concerns for them, always asking questions if anything hurts especially when they enter their second life on rounds. They relish in the gift. How could they not? The wings, no matter how much it felt as if their whole body was ripping apart, is a blessing given to them by the Spawn.
Bless their souls, no matter how much they insist that the Spawn is watching. It does not ease the others' concern for Two Time. Fascinating how non-believers can have the heart of a devotee. Perhaps that is a reason why the survivors can resurrect like them too.
But Noob– Showing concern when they have not done that before– Such an odd behaviour coming from them.
Unless..
Maybe Noob is interested in hearing the Spawn's Word. Maybe that's why they are trying to talk to them more.
Two Time gasped at the sudden realization. Of course! That must be it. Finally, someone here who is interested. Giggles escape their lips, truly this must be the work of the Spawn. It all makes sense. They can feel it.
They must pursue these little interactions, and help Noob ease into the truth. Patience is the key when interacting with non-believers. Their giggles subsided, but they still had a grin plastered on their face, as their tail swayed from side to side in excitement.
Two Time dusted off their clothes and stood up, making their way back to the cabins. Coincidentally, Guest is outside too– wasn't the soldier just inside earlier?
His face bears the same look of concern he always has; Only an expression he would give to Two Time outside of rounds. The face of pity and assumption that they really do not like.
"Two Time." He says, arms crossed. The height difference was quite clear between the two. Now what have they done to warrant this? They thought.
"Evening, dear Soldier." Two Time waves. Their grin grew a little wider.
"Hello. Are you done with your prayers?" Guest asks.
"Ah, yes. Just in time, I finished a moment ago."
Guest's gaze softens, the tension escaping his face. He stepped closer to the young Spawnist and patted their hair. "Good, are you fine with joining us for dinner then? The others want to eat together."
Ah, it's one of those nights. Usually, at dinner time everyone would sit at their preferred spots. 007n7 is always back at his own cabin, the admins– plus Taph– being at the couch, and as for the rest; Elliot, Chance, and Guest remain at the dinner table. Noob seems to switch their place a lot, sometimes they're at the couch and sometimes they're with the others at the dinner table. Two Time never moved from their own spot, being at the porch where it's the most quiet. The others are loud and they do not even pray to the Spawn before they eat. Such blatant disrespect.
But, they are not opposed to the idea of eating together as a group. It is quite nice as long as they do not bother them during their prayers before and after a meal. If they are not interested in hearing the word of the Spawn, the least they could all do is leave Two Time alone.
"If that is what you wish, I suppose I can join." Two Time's eyes narrowed when Guest touched their hair, but their smile was still present. He kept ruffling it, feeling the tangles and knots on his fingers.
Guest pointed out, "Kid, what have I told you about washing your hair?"
This again?
"I rinse it like you said. Nothing changes."
"Have you used conditioner? Shampoo?" He added, Two Time's tail flicked.
"Is it really necessary?"
"Yes." Guest lifts his hand from their head, placing it on his hips as he looks at them again as if he is scolding a child. "... We'll talk about this more later. Before we go back inside, can I ask what happened after I died? Anything?"
Guest is full of questions today.
"Hm," Two Time tilted their head, their hand resting on their chin to think. Nothing odd really happened, just the usual thing they do in rounds. Running, surviving, stabbing the killer, dying...
Well, there was that interaction with Noob, sure, it was a little strange but nothing worth noting. Just Noob being their usual, awkward self.
"Nothing out of the ordinary, Soldier. Chance and I kept the killer busy until the time ended." They answered.
"I see." Guest says, as if taking note of what they said. "Well, thanks for answering. Let's head inside, the others are waiting, I just came to fetch you."
Two Time didn't really have a choice but to follow back.
–
Tonight's dinner is soup. Two Time likes soup.
It's a little less punishing to the stomach, unlike that pizza or burgers that Elliot makes. That doesn't mean the food tastes horrible, it's quite delicious, but to them it's not worth the cramps after. They'd rather save themself the pain, it might as well be a sign from the Spawn to not waste the food so much.
When Guest arrived with the Spawnist, everyone was already sitting at their usual spots whenever they all ate together. It was quite lively, Shedletsky and Chance doing most of the talking while Elliot prepares dinner. Builderman wasn't here either, to which they assume he is currently helping Elliot in the kitchen. There was a vacant seat at the very corner of the table, which Two Time took. Guest sits next to them, and across the table from where they were is Noob, who looked at Two Time nervously.
Noob looked like they were listening to the conversation before their attention switched. They were tense, yet they gave a smile to the Spawnist. They smiled back.
Two Time could visibly see Noob's reaction when they smiled. The yellow Robloxian's eyes immediately looked everywhere but them, and started fidgeting with their fingers. They looked like they wanted to say something.
The gestures they are displaying clearly indicates that something is going on, their anxiety heightened when Two Time came into the room. Now they are wondering if their assumption of their interest in the Spawn is correct.
"Alright, dinner's ready!" The chatter died down when Elliot and Builderman came back with bowls of soup. Everyone started passing it down until Two Time got theirs.
"Blessed be the Spawn for providing, and blessed be you, for it is through your hands, Elliot." Two Time folded their hands together. A few of the survivors gave them glances, but that's to be expected.
Elliot chuckled, scratching the back of their head. "Thanks, Two Time. Eat well, I mean that." Not long after he went to his own seat.
Everyone has immediately started eating, all except Two Time, who is still murmuring a silent prayer with their eyes closed. It was a challenge with everyone being so loud at the table, but they paid no attention. At this point, they all have grown used to it. Or they just don't want to pay attention to their supposedly "strange" practices. But that does not matter.
"Two Time? Uhm, hello?"
Okay, what.
They ignored the voice trying to catch their attention. And continued.
"Guest, is Two Time okay?"
Two Time is pretty sure they could hear a soft hush noise as a response on their left ear amongst the other voices.
"I'm just asking– They could be.. Uh.."
Two Time has finished, opening their eyes. They looked at Noob. Their eyes narrowed a bit, a little annoyed at the constant interruption. At least with the others they could blur out the noise in their head, but Noob was actively trying to get their attention. "I was offering my gratitude to the Spawn for this meal. Has that not been obvious?"
"Ah–" Noob's eyes widened, they clasped their hands. "I completely forgot. I'm sorry for interrupting. I was just wondering if you were good.."
"Noob, kiddo, they always do that." Shedletsky all of a sudden answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. To be fair, the former Admin is not wrong. Looks like they were paying attention to what was happening to their corner of the table.
Noob did not want to say anything more, wanting to sink down to their seat..
Two Time looked at Shedletsky, then at Guest. The soldier just had a soft grin, finding the situation amusing in a sense. They looked at Noob, who just focused completely on their soup.
Two Time sighed, offering their smile as always to the Robloxian. "It is fine, I forgive you."
There it is again. They apologized, and then Two Time forgives. That's the second time today. Noob's apologies are so sincere and guilt-ridden for such minor inconveniences. The need to over explain was getting redundant.
As they let the others take over the conversations, Two Time caught glimpses of Noob's glances before returning back to their bowl.
They're not usually the type to converse during dinner time, but Two Time needs that confirmation of interest in their religion. They can't help but feel excitement for that possibility.
"I've noticed you're hesitating." Two Time stated. Noob looked at them. Good, it's a way to get a conversation started; Ignoring the previous one.
"Huh?"
"You're eating slower." They clarified. It was a bit difficult to hear, their own voices being drowned out by everyone else's but it was a lot easier with the both of them being at the very end of the dinner table.
"Oh," Noob cleared their throat. "I drank a lot of colas last round.. I'm scared I might upset my stomach even further."
Ah, right. Noob's strange beverage that burns the tongue. Two Time will never get what's so good about drinking something that is attacking your taste buds.
"Did our dear Soldier not talk to you about this before? The usage of your ability must be limited in rounds to prevent yourself from getting hurt."
"... How do you know that?"
Two Time recalled Guest's lectures. They'd get them as well. While they do not agree with everything he says– Two Time finds it rather offensive even, they're no kid– the words stick to them. They also sneak around the lobby enough to listen in conversations. Sometimes listening in on Guest and Noob’s.
Speaking of Guest; He is literally right next to them. Upon hearing his name, his focus shifted towards them both. Two Time smiled at him before looking back to Noob, "It is to be expected."
Noob reluctantly nodded as a response.
"Perhaps," Two Time swirled their soup with the spoon. "I can offer a prayer to the Spawn to ease the pain."
Noob gave a look of surprise, "Oh, are you sure?"
"Of course! Prayer heals all. The Spawn is forgiving as well as considerate. You are always welcome to join me."
Noob took a moment to answer, "I'll keep thinking about it..."
That's good enough.
Two Time hasn't felt this kind of relief in a while. Noob said they'll think about it.. Which means they are closer and closer to the path of the Spawn!
They almost forgot about their own soup, Guest once again had to remind them to eat. The rest of dinner time between them and Noob was spent in silence, letting the others fill in the air with their own chatter.
–
Dinner was nice.
Some of the survivors– namely 007n7– have already gone back to their own respective cabins. But some chose to stay.
Two Time's spot is right next to the beanbag, near the fireplace. They chose to rest on the floor, their back leaning against the beanbag. The sound of the fire crackles fills the silence in the air. All the voices and energy from the survivors have been drained from the rounds and dinner time. Now it's time to rest for another round of death games tomorrow. Two Time didn’t want to rest quite yet.
They like the quiet compared to the loud dining table. Two Time hugged their knees and relished in the peace. A rare feeling especially at such a place like this and for someone like them.
They can sense heavy footsteps drawing near. Quick at first, but slowed down once it was close enough. They recognized it immediately (Two Time has memorized everyone's footsteps at this point).
"Lovely evening, Noob." They greeted before turning up to see their fellow survivor.
Noob seemed surprised, "Evening, how did you know it was me?"
"I can recognize your footsteps." It was probably just something Two Time picked up on throughout their time staying here.
"Oh. Are you saying I'm–" Noob immediately stopped themselves, "Actually nevermind."
Noob looked around, and sat on the couch, shifting their position to make themselves comfortable. Two Time watched their movements, still sitting on the floor, tilting their head at them.
Neither of them spoke a word yet, but Two Time didn't mind. Noob's face says otherwise however.
"I assume you need something, yes?" Two Time says. It's quite clear with the amount of times Noob has been trying to talk to them today. And each time ends with... Well, Two Time's not sure– it ends up as something at the very least.
Noob glanced to their side, eyebrows furrowed as if they're scared to say what's on their mind. Two Time waits for an answer, they shifted their position to face Noob, tilting their head up to properly have eye contact.
Their grin stretched ever so slightly to at least try to appear friendly, but Noob just looked even more anxious. How odd. Everytime Two Time tries to be patient with them it just makes the young Robloxian awkward and nervous. Are they really that unnerving? No, Noob is just like that. They're always so nervous.
Maybe that's why they keep crossing paths. Maybe Noob is actually interested in the Spawn, and they're too afraid to say it.
Nooh still hasn't answered. Spawn helps them both. Two Time won't deny they aren't as skilled at socializing either, but hey, at least they get the basics down. Noob isn't as good at hiding their anxiety as much.
And so, they spoke again, "I know what you're thinking."
Noob's expression shifted to confusion, and then dread. "Y-you do?"
Two Time's eerie grin grew wider. They stood up and sat next to Noob, who instinctively backed away. The Spawnist leaning forward, leaving a little gap between their faces, but still leaving room for Noob to breathe. Their spawn tail wagged from behind.
"You are interested in joining the Spawn."
...
Silence. The fire reflects on both their eyes.
Two Time added, "I've noticed you've been speaking to me a lot more today. Have you considered my offer? I am more than happy to guide towards the path of purity and reincarnation. The Spawn can guide you to a life where you don't have to be so afraid anymore. Pain of all forms is gone forever. Is that what you want?"
They go closer.
"Let me help you–"
Noob suddenly pushed Two Time, not a strong push but enough to surprise the both of them.
"What–?" Noob yelped. "No–" They waved their arms wildly, also to push Two Time away to widen the space between them. "I'm not... I'm not here for that.."
Two Time's tail twitched before going still, and for a second, the smile dropped, before switching back to a small eerie grin.
Oh. They thought.
Of course.
Thinking back now, "I'll think about it" never meant a guarantee. Maybe they aren't so different from the others.
For a second, Two Time felt excited that someone was finally, FINALLY interested in the Spawn. And it was Noob of all people. (Part of them wished it was Guest, they have a heart worthy of being a follower, but the Spawn's patience is limitless, Two Time will try to get to them too).
"Very well." Two Time simply answered. They finally pulled away and shifted their gaze to the fire. They'll wait again. More waiting for at least a sign of interest. More waiting to save these forsakened souls.
"I'm sorry I–... Did you think I..? Oh..." Noob apologized. "I'm very sorry."
Another apology.
Two Time's smile twitched. "I do not get you. Why bother talking to me? For what purpose? You have never considered me to be a vessel worth speaking to."
Noob bit their lip. They gripped on their green pants, their fingers evidently trembling.
"I–I... Uh... If I'm being honest– I thought you were... mad at me.." Their voice lost volume at the last statement.
Two Time blinked, "Mad?"
Noob refused to make any more eye contact. Sudden heat rushed to their face.
"U–UH– Okay Let me explain, Let me explain!!" They stumbled on their words. "I thought you were mad at me because of our last round! I interrupted you with your sneaking thing and I thought you were irritated about that?"
What?
That does not make any sense. They were conversing just fine at dinner time. And at that point Two Time had already moved on from that round.
"Not once have I shown irritation towards you after that." Two Time assured, attempting to calm Noob down but their tone betrayed their intention, causing the young Robloxian to be more embarrassed and panicked.
Noob let out a muffled shriek. "Aaaaa– OKAY! I know you did but I can't help it! I was talking to you to check that you weren't really mad.. No wait that sounded–" They buried their face on their hands.
Two Time just stared.
Are they actually capable of feeling irritation, or anger towards their fellow survivors? Sure, maybe there are moments but the Spawn has blessed them with a forgiving soul. Their heart cannot hold such resentment. They are not one to hold grudges, especially when they can see a person's good intentions underneath their sins.
And even if they can, Noob's mistakes are so minor they could forget them immediately. Interruption in the rounds? Interruption during prayers over dinner? It's all unintentional. A minor mistake not worth looking into.
So why is Noob acting like they have committed such an unforgivable sin? If anything, their soul is more tainted with sin than Noob could ever commit in a lifetime.
The most heinous thing they have done is making Two Time think they are interested in their God.
"I have already forgiven you. Is that not enough?"
"It is enough... I– I promise this isn't your fault I am just so, so dumb..." Noob emphasized. They let out a huge sigh, still avoiding eye contact at all cost. "Actually, y'know what? I'm just... Gonna shut up now. I'm sorry this is stupid..."
It is the Spawnist's turn to be unsure on how to react. Noob's heart is sensitive. They can't tell if it is them walking on eggshells around Noob, or if it's the other way around.
"Noob," They say.
Noob kept their eyes on the fire.
"I meant it when I said I forgive you." Two Time makes sure to control their tone; speaking more calm and soft, mimicking the way a familiar voice used to do for them before. He feels so distant now.
"Your actions are not worth holding against. I promise I hold no grudge." They shift their position once again, feeling more relaxed. "... In a way, I get your fears. For I am the same. But like the Spawn I am forgiving. I believe in second chances, big or small such mistakes may be."
Noob didn't have anything to say to that.
Two Time didn't either. The awkward silence is going to kill both of them. But then they had an idea.
"Have you considered asking the Spawn for forgiveness?" They offered.
Noob finally looked at them, "Forgiveness?"
Two Time gestured Noob to face them. Eventually, they did. Noob was now sitting across the Spawnist, they were curled up comfortably while Two Time had their legs crossed.
“Yes, it is something we do often. We are all flawed individuals. A second life is a permanent cleansing of the soul, but if the ultimate blessing of respawning is still out of reach, we ask the Spawn for forgiveness still. Cleanse the floor from dust to make room for more dust, it is a cycle.”
Noob giggled at the comparison, “Okay, I think I get it.. That sounds interesting.”
There we go.
Two Time smiled and continued, "Apology itself does not wash away the regret and guilt you feel. For that, you ask the Spawn for forgiveness. Offer a sacrifice, and in return, it shall purify your sins."
"A–a sacrifice!?"
"Do not fret. A small sacrifice is enough for a small sin." Two Time assured. Not only is Noob’s mistake the size of an amoeba, it is something their mentor has taught them when trying to get new recruits to join their cause. Start with a small sacrifice, and as time goes on, as you become more devoted, you are ready to perform the most sacred rituals and gain your second life just like they did.
“I can sense your stress. Sacrificing your dreaded fire drink will suffice.”
“Pfft, you mean my cola??” Noob corrected.
“Yes.”
Noob chuckled, “Well, If that’s all it takes..” They took out their Bloxy cola seemingly out of nowhere. Two Time has no idea where they just keep all those snacks, but the same could be said with Shedletsky’s sword. That blade only shows up when he wants it to. “I’m not sure if I fully believe in this..”
“I understand. Doubt is a common feeling to have. We all start somewhere. But you will get there eventually. Now…” Two Time finally stood up, they stretched their arms a little and reached out a hand towards Noob. “Douse the fire. Offer it to the Spawn.” Their smiles looked a lot more menacing with the flames behind them.
Noob hesitated, like they are regretting agreeing to do– whatever practice this is. Still, that did not stop them from following Two Time’s word. They popped open the can of cola as it hisses. The cola hovered over the flames. Is it a good idea to pour down the coke on fire? Hopefully this won’t have any long lasting consequences.
Noob looked at Two Time, “Do I do it now?”
Two Time nodded. So they slowly poured it on the fire. It sizzles, the flame reduced, before flaring up slightly again. Noob never really thought of using cola to put out the fire, but they reckon it’s not supposed to be put out, they just have to offer it.
As the last drop gets consumed by the flames, Noob is left confused on what to do next. They’re unsure why they are doing this. Maybe to make Two Time happy? Or maybe they just want a way to cope with their guilt about… Everything.
“You are supposed to pray now. Ask for his forgiveness." Two Time instructed.
Noob looked around, “Uhm, I don’t know how to pray..”
“That’s okay, I can do it for you.” Two Time held out both of their hands, when Noob placed their own hands on theirs, the Spawnist was surprised at how smooth and fragile their skin was. A heavy contrast to their own.
The campfire flickered at their side.
Two Time closed their eyes and muttered a prayer. It is not often they pray for someone else. Back home, before coming to this place, their prayers are mostly for themselves. Prayer and sacrifices are all to benefit those who are performing it. It is not entirely selfish, or course not. The Elders guide them to do it on their own, so eventually they’ll respawn and be pure.
“... Amen.” Two Time finished.
“Amen…!” Noob repeated, to which Two Time smiled in response. They let go of their hands and asked, “How do you feel?”
Noob paused to think, “... I feel a bit more at ease, huh.”
Oh great Spawn above it worked. Two Time is making progress. Their patience is paying off.
They try their best to contain their joy, “What have I said? You are free to join me more. I can guide you to the right path.”
Noon gave a sincere smile, a hint of uncertainty, and perhaps the lingering guilt.
“Thank you, Two Time.. This was really nice of you. I'm sorry again for assuming you were.. Mad… I guess.” They made their way back to the couch and sat down. “I know I shouldn't be this sensitive.. I guess with everything that's happening, I can't stand the thought of being a genuine annoyance. I'm already useless in rounds. My abilities are selfish. The last thing I need is for others to think so too…”
Two Time took a moment to process their words. Ah. The core of their doubts and guilt. Yet, Two Time can't help that there's more beneath the surface. There always is.
Noob continued, placing their hand on their own face. “Pfft, I can't believe I've embarrassed myself today… All this, ‘cause of what happened last round? What a joke.” they chuckled.
“I suppose it was an odd thing to worry about.” Two Time truthfully said, “But that does not mean your role was useless. The Spawn has plans. It will take care of the rest.”
Noob sniffed, “Pfft, okay, okay… I think I'm good now. We've been here long enough. I learned quite a lot about you.”
“The same shall be said to you.”
There was a sudden cough interrupting their talk, when Two Time and Noob looked at the source of the noise, Guest stood there with their hands on their hips. Now, how long have they been there? Two Time did not feel their footsteps. Perhaps they were focusing too much on Noob.
“Good evening.” Guest greeted, their expression akin to a father seeing their two children still fully awake. “I suppose you both resolved your issues?”
“We were not fighting in the first place, Soldier.” Two Time confirmed, Guest lightly chuckled as a response.
“I know, Noob here was just worried.” Guest looked in Noob's direction. Their face reddened. The question Guest asked earlier before suddenly made a whole lot of sense now.
“Okay, moving on!” Noob nervously laughed. “How long were you here?”
“Came here from upstairs cause I thought I heard something close to a bomb, only to witness the both of you pouring cola on the fire.”
Two Time was completely oblivious to Noob hiding their face in complete embarrassment, as they just nodded, confirming that they indeed have done that.
Guest huffed, “Get some rest, the both of you. We'll talk about this tomorrow.”
Chapter 2: I'm not Spiralling are you Spiralling?
Summary:
Noob's POV when Two Time left the cabin
Notes:
this is less about the duo and more about my characterization for Noob lol
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Sometimes, Noob wonders what they did to end up here.
Which is not a lot of wondering, they have a feeling they know why.
This hell— Or whatever it was— where they have to play these “games” and die over and over is surely a punishment of some kind, right?
At least here they aren't alone.
The other survivors were strange, but none of them seemed malicious(Maybe the exploiter is). They all do their absolute best to aid one another in the rounds. Noob’s abilities only really benefit themselves, and even then they are always bad at that— Either they die early when nobody is there to save them or they die at the “LMS” where their average time of living is less than 15 seconds.
As much as they hate to be seen as someone who's incapable of protecting themselves, it's not really that far from the truth, is it?
It was difficult to adjust to their new life. Everyone around them already looked so knowledgeable and experienced. Maybe they've been here for a while? Regardless, it doesn't change the fact that Noob doesn't have the skills either way.
Well, if they don't have the skills, at least they are capable of socialization. Everyone seems to like Noob’s presence, at least that's what they hope for. Guest and Elliot are always good company. They consider them as their closest friends in this hellish realm, especially the soldier. At first, the yellow Robloxian was absolutely intimidated by him. He’s tall, muscular, full of battle scars, in the army, AND capable of speech. (Noob doesn't mean to be rude, they swear. The guests in their worlds must have a different set of rules— Or whatever admin talk Builderman and Shedletsky have explained prior).
Over time, Noob grew comfortable around him. Sure, it's a little embarrassing to be a (young) adult and treated like a kid, but it's understandable knowing Guest was a father. It could just be his parental instincts, but how would they know? Noob doesn't really know how parents act; They never met their own.
Elliot worries for everyone's safety in general. He gets very stressed at times, and Noob has witnessed the pizza boy’s occasional crashouts after a round, but Elliot has a heart of gold. They both had relatively regular lives before ending up trapped.
Chance is extroverted, which makes interacting with him a lot easy. He taught them how to play some card games in-between rounds. They always seem so unbothered by the circumstances they are in. Noob is glad of that, although it frightens them whenever he has to use his gun. There were multiple occasions where they just see the gambler drop dead in the distance while they hid.
007n7 is a mixed case. They are both survivalists. Both of their abilities benefit themselves. Seven is nice to Noob, but they don't really get a lot of one to one chats. It's always when they're within the rest of the group, which doesn't happen a lot often anyway considering the exploiter’s tendency to self-isolate. The man is also the father of one of the killers, Noob doesn't really know how to feel about that. They don't really know if they want to get closer to him, but as long as Seven’s view of them is positive it's probably fine.
Taph is cool. Noob knows some sign language, but they're now rusty due to… Unfortunate events. Still, they retained enough knowledge to understand the robed Robloxian. He's quite the expressive fella, so even if his face is covered his body language tells a lot.
The Admins were all mildly intimidating, especially the one who bears the pumpkin mask. It's most likely their status that frightens Noob a bit, but outside of that they are all quite friendly. Shedletsky tells the funniest jokes, although a lot of them would fly over Noob's head. Builderman was a lot less formal than they initially thought. Well– Duh! That's THE Builderman. They were thinking they'd say something very inspirational with lots of deep words about powering the imagination and whatnot.
Everyone else were all on good terms with them, Noob makes sure of that. So when Two Time showed a hint of irritation that's when they felt their heart sink.
Call them silly, even Noob is aware that their worries are probably nothing. It was one interaction. One slip-up. So why can't they stop thinking about it?
They're not even close to the cultist. For Admin’s sake! Noob's pretty sure out of everyone here Two Time is the person they've chatted to the least. All they wanted to do was give them a medkit, but Noob could see that hesitation.
Maybe it's just a one time thing. Maybe.
But how would they know? They don't know how Two Time acts outside of… how they are! It's hard to read them. How would they know if Two Time is secretly annoyed at them all this time? Is it them avoiding the cultist or is it the other way around? Did they do something in the past to warrant that reaction?
Noob couldn't stop thinking about it.
When Two Time left the cabin after that round, Guest immediately went to their side. They felt his hand on their shoulder.
“Noob,”
Noob twisted their body around to face the soldier. “I'm fine!”
Guest furrowed his eyebrows. Damnit, Noob really needs to work on their acting skills. They were never good at hiding their distress.
“I haven't even asked yet.” He spoke in a gentle, yet raspy voice. Somehow, that made Noob want to hide under their sweater even more.
Noob sighed, they walked towards the fireplace, gesturing Guest to follow to which he did. They took a seat on the cushions while the soldier remained standing up, arms crossed. He hasn't said another word, waiting for Noob to initiate.
The young Robloxian sighed. Do they really have to tell Guest this? It's a stupid worry. They're supposed to know better than this, yet, they can't shake off the stress building up in their chest on the mere thought of someone thinking badly of them. Being stuck in an endless loop of life and death doesn't seem to stop this anxiety they've always had.
“They weren't mad at me, right?” Noob started.
Guest raised an eyebrow, “Two Time?” He wanted to clarify. Noob pulled the collar of their sweater up their mouth, the flickering flames grabbing most of their gaze. It feels stupid saying it out loud.
“Mmyeah. I don't know if I did something wrong last round or…” Noob curled into a ball, sinking into the cushion even more.
“What did you do?” Guest asked, their voiced remained steady and calm.
“I just gave them a medkit… But I interrupted them doing their, uh, usual thing.” Noob explained. “They looked annoyed.. I don't know…”
The more they explained, the more prominent the heat on their face felt. They can't believe they're explaining this to the soldier. There are bigger things to worry about! if they can't handle this then they can't handle anything else. Pull it together, you've been through worse. They keep telling themselves.
Guest took a few seconds to respond, and within those seconds Noob has already had a million thoughts crashing on one another before he gave an answer, “I'm sure they're not mad. Two Time doesn't seem to be the type—”
“—But you don't know that…” Noob suddenly interrupted.
Guest shook his head, and gave a gentle smile, “You don't either, kiddo. Don't let it get to your head. They'll most likely forget about it.”
That's still not reassuring.
Guest felt that too. “Look,” He added, “If you're still worried. You can talk to them about it.”
“... Maybe,” Noob lifted their head up to finally face him. “... Or I can be more friendly and hope for the best!”
“Noob, it's better to be direct.” Guest sat down on one of the chairs to get to their eye level. Darnit, the soldier is right. The last time Noob left out little hints of something they wanted to say or assure it never ends up well.
But confrontation is scary.
And Two Time is scary.
BUT what kind of person would they be if they're not on good terms with everyone?
What if it becomes a snowball effect?
What if everyone will see how horrible they actually are?
What if they leave them for dead the next time they're in a round?
What if—
Okay no.
Calm down.
They wouldn't.
They gotta fix this.
Between them and Two Time, they are more liked.
It won't affect their place here.
Deep breathes.
Noob didn't realize they hadn't responded yet. They looked at Guest and sighed. Half of them expected him to tell them to stop whining, but he didn't do that. He's too patient and understanding.
Noob ignores the back of their mind telling them how similar they feel to their Guest.
“Okay, I'll try to talk.. to them.” Noob finally responded. Guest smiled.
“Alright, I trust ya.”
Notes:
newtime in my damn 7k Guest fic