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Sigh.
The ceiling above was worn down, mold growing around the corners of every plank, edges worn away and leaving holes open for the weather outside. Two Time would be concerned if they didn't know that this is just how the cabins look in this world, worn down and ready to break at any moment.
Two Time's face scrunches.
...
They've discovered something new about sex, and that's sexual frustration. Being "pent up," as Shedletsky put it once. Sitting up, they look down at their clothed crotch, a deep feeling of strange unease forming a pit in their stomach. Maybe a bit lower. They shuffle their pants and boxers down some, now staring at their bare self. A shaky hand makes its way down, but hesitates just above skin, Two Time's lips curling into a frown. They want to. They want to so badly.
A sudden gust of wind drifting through the room alerts Two Time, an involuntary gasp leaving their mouth as they scramble to pull their pants back up. Oh Spawn, a round right now? Why can't it wait a few more minutes? They jump out of bed and stand up perfectly still, closing their eyes and waiting to be teleported away.
The wind grows stronger, colder, freezing, colder and colder until it becomes unbearable and Two Time can't stay still for any longer. They open their eyes, and the wind disappears just as suddenly as it came.
Huh. Yorick's Resting Place.
Two Time turns their head to see Noob close by, their typical smile coming back to their face as they begin to approach the fellow robloxian.
"Hello there, dear Noob," Two Time greets, Noob letting out a yelp and flinching at the sudden voice.
Noob turns to face Two Time, relaxing immediately once she processes who it is. "O-oh, hi Two Time..!"
"My dear friend, do you possibly have a clue as to who the killer is this time?"
Noob blinks, "Uhm... one second-"
As Noob begins to walk, Two Time follows, observing him closely. His head was held up high, their hands to their sides, her footsteps light. Suddenly, Noob stops and turns to face Two Time, their expression much more serious than before. "John Doe."
John Doe? That's simple enough. Two Time's smile widens as they nod, "John, got it. Thank you for the information, my friend!"
Noob smiles back, though she looks very not confident about it, "Uhm, y-you're welcome-!" With that, Noob downs a ghostburger, and rushes over to a nearby generator.
John. John. Two Time grips the handle of their dagger, having learned where the Spectre likes to put it on their person. They could handle John. They could handle him just fine.
...
... They could not, in fact, handle him.
Two Time rushes past a corpse- Elliot, they realize-, struggling to keep up the pace and limping as an agitated John Doe roared behind them. His footsteps were loud, heavy, and making quick distance, the sound sending a jolt straight down Two Time's spine. Thinking fast, they step behind a wall and crouch, watching as John turns the corner without a second thought to their current location. With his back now turned to them, they go in for the strike, adjusting their feet before lunging forward with their dagger.
... He was too far.
John turns to look back at them.
Oh no.
Another roar rings out, and Two Time doesn't even have time to react before his massive hand slams them to the floor, claws leaving deep marks that burn. They try to move, try to crawl away, but John Doe is on them before they can try to run. They could feel the weight of him against their back, heavy and unmoving, pinned to the floor with a singular clawed hand. Being this close to his corrupted form hurt, burned, like they were being eaten from the inside. John adjusts as he raises his spike arm, and-
-In a split moment, his crotch rubs up against Two Time, and they have just enough time to process the feeling before their chest was split right open.
Two Time gasps, shooting up from where they were resting, taking a moment to process their surroundings. Oh, they were on the couch.
Two Time turns to see three of their fellow survivors also with them, Chance sitting on the chair flipping a coin while Elliot paces around behind him. Guest 1337 was also on the couch, turning to look at Two Time at the sound of their gasp. "Oh, Two Time. He got you too then?"
Two Time lets out a soft giggle, "Yes, yes he did. It was exhilarating!" Two Time clasps their hands together, "It was quite the chase, I think I must've upset him with all my stabbing, he REALLY wanted me dead!"
Two Time leans back into the couch, their smile a little too wide as they continued, "Ah, but unfortunately I failed to get the jump on him, which was ultimately my undoing. He was attacking me for a long while though, so I can only pray that our fellow survivors can make it out just fine with my sacrifice!"
Guest 1337 just kinda... blinks, at all that. He awkwardly scratches at the back of his head. "Uh, wow, that sounds rough. Anyways, I hope they can get out safe as well. It's a shame I was taken out so fast, I could've still been out there trying to protect everyone at this point."
Two Time tilts their head, smile unwavering. "I'm sure you did everything you could've, though I wasn't there to witness your demise I'm certain it was a courageous one, and a well fought battle at that!" Two Time stands, "Anyways, if you will excuse me, I'm gonna go back to my cabin now and rest up. I'll be back for dinnertime!"
Two Time waves goodbye and walks off before Guest 1337 could wave back. The moment Two Time steps outside, they just... stand there, their smile falling away.
The heat, the weight, the burning....
That accidental press...
... They need to feel that again. Desperately.
...
Two Time cannot stop thinking about it.
Walking back to their cabin, they couldn't stop thinking about it. Eating with their fellow survivors at dinnertime, they couldn't stop thinking about it. That night, the next night, the next round, and the round after that, and after that, and after that.
They couldn't stop thinking about it.
So, they've come up with a plan.
That all happened because John pinned them to the floor, right? Well, if they were to recreate that situation again, then surely they could get what they wanted and chase the sweet high of feeling him against them again! Two Time giggles to themself, squirming around in their bed some as they keep thinking about John Doe, about that moment, that sweet sweet moment. Their face flushes as heat pools in their gut, an unusual feeling, but one they could assumedly identify. As they sit up to pull down their pants, they gawk at the sight of something glistening and clear coming from their heat and sticking to their boxers. Huh. This is nothing like the typical fluids they get on their undergarments.
Curious, they reach a hand down, fingers brushing between folds and quivering before they pull away. Two Time observes the fluid on their fingers, how it stuck to their skin in a similar way it stuck to their boxers. Huh. Is this why sex always sounds so squishy and gross? Probably. Hmmm, you learn something new everyday!
...
... Another round. Horror Hotel.
Two Time turns to Noob. "Dear Noob, care to tell me who the killer may be?"
Noob pauses for a moment, looking off in the distance, before turning back with that same serious expression. "John Doe."
Two Time's heart skips a beat.
Finally, finally, they had their chance! They've been waiting so long to see John again, waiting so long to reach that feeling again!
"Wonderful. Thank you, dear Noob!" They reply, a little too happy, smile a little too wide, and they rush off before Noob could say anything.
Two Time makes their way to the opposite side of the hotel, towards the ballpit, knowing that John should be there if memory serves correctly. They peer through a doorway, spotting John Doe standing there, back to them, looking around and sniffing out the survivors. Perfect.
They crouch there way closer, silent, patient, and just before John runs off, they lunge forward and stab him directly in his exposed spine. John roars out in pain and whips his head around to look at Two Time, sending an excited shiver down their spine.
"Yes, yes, eyes on me Mr. Doe!"
Two Time wasn't sure if John Doe could actually hear the survivors or not, but either way, John takes the bait and starts charging towards them with a growl. They laugh manically, unable to contain their excitement as the chase starts, John's heavy footsteps in contrast with their nearly silent ones. Good, good, they just need to corner themself somewhere, pretend to trip and fall, and hopefully, hopefully, he'll try to pin them just like last time.
Does this mean they're not really gonna help their teammates this time? Yeah, but they don't care. They'll all forgive them after the rounds over, they're good at what they do every other time, they'll be given leeway.
Two Time purposefully runs into one of the bedrooms, a perfect small and tight corner, a bit of privacy even. John Doe stomps his foot down and traps the one exit, of course, as he does everytime someone traps themselves in here. Two Time was shaking like a chihuahua, unable to contain just how excited they were as John begins to run towards them. Two Time waits, backing themself up against a wall, waiting for the perfect moment, before dodging and running behind John just as he goes to swing. While John wasn't looking, Two Time falls down, pretending to struggle getting up as their heart thudded in their chest.
John, of course, takes advantage of this like any killer would. Two Time can feel his hand press against their back, his weight and his heat enveloping them from behind, his massive body blocking out the ceiling light and leaving them in shadow. That burning was back, painful and exciting, code deteriorating and leaving them weak. Two Time's smile trembles, and they swallow thickly. John shuffles, and raises his spike arm up. Two Time closes their eyes.
Pushing back into John, they press their ass directly into his crotch, John letting out a strange grunt as he falters, resting his spike arm back onto the floor. Yes, yes! Two Time presses again, grinds against him, and John shudders with a confused huff. Two Time feels so weak, and they can't tell if it's because of their deteriorating code or the rush of heat in their crotch leaving them lightheaded.
Suddenly, John growls, and does something that Two Time didn't even consider a possibility- He grinds back. Two Time can't contain the pathetic moan as John starts humping them, the bulge in his pants growing larger and making them quiver. And just as it started, suddenly all movement stops, Two Time looking up in confusion as John's hand leaves their back. They yelp, John's spike slamming down mere inches from their head, the tip leaving an indent in the bedroom floor. They hear the sound of shuffling fabric behind them, a pause, and then suddenly his hand was on their ass. They squeak as their pants were roughly pulled off (was that a rip they heard?), looking back at John only to see his dick in full view behind them.
Oh Spawn. Suddenly they feel like they've bitten off more than they could chew.
John puts his hand on their head and presses it back into the floor, forcing them to stay still as he presses the tip of his dick against their folds. Two Time was internally screaming, a flurry of emotions making them overstimulated when nothing real has even happened yet. This was way more than they were expecting- or even wanting-, but oh Spawn are they shaking from excitement. They've been- They never thought their first time would be like this- Is this a sign? Did the Spawn bless them with these wonderful feelings? They-
John thrusts forward, slamming inside of them with a roar as their walls clenched around his massive girth. Two Time screams at the feeling, painful and too full and too much, tears filling their eyes and trembling as they felt something warm and sticky begin trailing down their legs.
As John continues to thrust, they couldn't help but feel as if their insides were being suffocated, every thrust like a punch to the gut, every pull back nothing but pure anticipation for the pain to come back. It was so much, too much, and-
"Two Time! Two Time, are you-"
Two Time's eyes widen.
They look forward in the doorway, locking eyes with a horrified Elliot, a single slice of pizza limp in his hand. Oh. He probably heard that scream, didn't he?
John Doe looks up at Elliot and roars, leaning forward and suddenly pressing Two Time even further into the floor, as if to show Elliot who Two Time belonged to in that moment. Elliot, looking as if he was about to throw up, runs off, nearly tripping as he did so. "Guest! Guest, we have a situation!"
John's head was so close to Two Time's now, every huff and grunt and growl loud and clear in their ears, his chest rumbling against their back with every sound. Everything burned, everything was so hot, so many feelings both physical and emotional all at once, and Two Time could barely distinguish a single one of them.
Despite how loud John was in their ears, they could still make out the sound of footsteps through everything else, looking up again just to see that Elliot has now brought over Guest 1337 to gawk at them together. Guest looks just as horrified as Elliot did, but there was something else in his face that Two Time couldn't exactly place. Rage?
"Two Time-?!"
Guest steps forward in what Two Time could only assume was an attempt to help them, but he just ends up stepping directly into the trap in the doorway instead. Guest grabs at his gut as the corruption begins taking him over, Elliot quick to try and give him some Pizza to help soothe the pain. John, meanwhile, was snarling at the both of them, Two Time watching as he readjusts his spike arm to slam it down just in front of their head, Guest and Elliot barely having any time to react before spikes start shooting out from the ground below. Two Time just watches as Guest pushes Elliot out of the way only to get stabbed in the arm with one of the spikes, gritting his teeth and trying to stifle any pained whimpers. It was only then that Two Time realized that John had stopped thrusting into them, hilted as deep as he could go but staying still, finally giving them a moment to breathe some.
The spikes blocked the door for the most part, but you could still see through it, and Two Time could very much see Guest still trying to get inside. John growls again, his good arm wrapping around Two Time and somehow bringing them even closer, continuing back up his thrusts from before and making them whimper at the pain. As the spikes began to receed, Two Time looked back up at Guest only to see his eyes widen. Why does he look like that?
.. Wait, where did John's spike arm go?
"No, wait!"
Two Time doesn't even have to process any pain before the spike goes straight through their skull.
...
... Two Time gasps, shooting up as they take in their surroundings. Oh, back at the couch again. They sit there, pressing against the cushions, trying to process everything that just happened. Suddenly everything feels too open, too cold, and their insides far too empty. A phantom ache still lingers deep inside their core, like it longs for him still.
Oh my Spawn.
Two Time just had sex.
...
... Someone was knocking on their cabin door.
Opening it, they are greeted by Elliot and Guest 1337, both as equally concerned. Elliot steps inside without asking, moving closer to Two Time and putting a hand on their shoulder, "Oh my god, Two Time- are you okay?! You looked terrible! What the hell happened back there???"
Two Time blinks. "I'm fine, dear Elliot. There's no need to worry about me-"
"Dude, I can't NOT worry when I just walked in on you getting raped! How did you even get in that situation??? I didn't think the killers would ever- have they considered crossing that line before??" Elliot takes a step back and puts his hands on his head, "Has John done that to anyone else and I just didn't know?? Do the other killers-"
Guest puts a hand on Elliot's shoulder before he could spiral any further, making him relax some almost immediately. Guest turns to Two time, "Genuinely, are you sure you're alright? That looked.. painful-"
Two Time smiles and lets out a confused giggle, causing both Elliot and Guest to pause, "Really, I'm not sure why the both of you are so concerned about me! While I appreciate knowing just how much the both of you care about me, I couldn't be any happier with that situation's outcome!"
Both Elliot and Guest seem taken aback by Two Time's statement, Elliot looking especially worried by the implications. "Wh... What-?"
"I mean, I just had sex!" Two Time clasps their hands together, "I've never had the chance to do so before now. While it may have been painful, yes, I would be lying if I didn't say that only made it more exciting for me!" Two Time giggles again, more manic this time, their tail wagging as they started thinking about it again. "It was so invigorating too, It's been so long since I've felt so alive! If I'm to be honest, I'm a little disappointed that it ended so quickly, though I'm certain that was only because John didn't appreciate the company. I kinda want to do all that again already!"
Elliot and Guest are holding expressions that Two Time couldn't properly identify. Shame? Mortification? Surprise? Maybe a combination of those things? Either way, the two of them were seemingly too stunned to speak, and this reaction only left Two Time confused. Shouldn't they be happy for them? They just had sex, their first time, something they've heard described as a formative part of everyone's life!
Yet.... neither of them look happy. Two Time's tail stops wagging, and their smile begins to fall. Did... did they do something wrong?
Elliot finally breaks the silence, clearing his throat and awkwardly looking away, "Uh... well, anyways- dinnertime is in a few hours so... don't miss it, I guess."
Two Time simply nods. Elliot and Guest 1337 share one last look between eachother before they turn to leave, not even saying a goodbye. Two Time shuts the cabin door behind the two of them, staying quiet as well.
...
... What is 'rape'?