Shedletsky find egg

by TripleMay3

Summary:

(Please bare with me, English isn't my first language)

Shedletsky finds an egg during a round. Really ironic, considering what he's compared to, but that's besides the point. He found an egg, a fertile one, and now he's taken up the responsibility of taking care of it.

Chapter 1: 卵

Summary:

Shedletsky finds a egg in the battle, cold and helpless, so he takes it in a attempt to give it a fighting chance of living.

A battlefield is no place for children, let alone little defenseless baby, but The Spectre had made it clear how little it thought about youthful life. After all, it did forsaken children and their parents; it had no care for life, no matter the age. So it shouldn't have surprised Shedletsky when he found an egg during a round. 

 

It had been one of the worst rounds in a while. Elliot and Chance were dead, Guest was dying, Two Time was nowhere to be seen, and he had missed all his slashes and been severely wounded too. Not to mention the Killer was 1x1x1x1, so it was more emotional torment that really wasn't needed. 

 

Shedletsky hissed slightly in pain once he realized that 1x1x1x1 had finally lost him. His legs felt like jelly and he was close to collapsing. Poison wasn't doing much for him either. He leaned against the wall and pulled out his medkit. He was going to save it for Guest, but he was close to death and, maybe it was his arrogance talking, but he didn't want to die to his own creation... again. 1x1x1x1 had gotten him a few times. Either way, he didn't want to die from his creation's hand once again. 

 

Shedletsky started wrapping up his wounds with the bandages inside the kit, but it really felt fruitless. Times almost up anyway, unless 1x1x1x1 gets another kill, which he hoped wouldn't happen. But while using a medkit, something caught the corner of his eye.  It was round and slightly shiny, but not too much. He didn't know what got to him, but he propped himself up and staggered towards it as if it was simply instinct. It was slightly buried underneath rubble, but it was easy to move it all away, even if Shedletsky was slightly injured. 

 

"An... egg?" Shedletsky mumbled, almost in disbelief. His wings fluttered slightly as he picked up the egg with some difficulty; it was as big as his head so it was kind of heavy. It was a little warm to the touch, grey with lighter grey freckling, and it was pretty dirty with mud and dust. It was dirtying Shedletsky's hands and shirt, but he still held it close like it was his baby.

 

"What are you doing here?" Shedletsky says, half-jokingly, as if the egg could talk back. But he was confused, why was there an egg here? There is no mother nor father for this egg either, so it was homeless. An orphan egg is a sad sight to see, but when someone sees so much sad stuff all the time, it's hard to feel sad anymore. It's hard to feel sad because there are no other choices except sadness and anger, it's easy to get used to it.

 

"Where are your parents, Mister egg?" Shedletsky mumbled, shifting the weight of the egg in his hands. He looked around, but there was no one. He couldn't just leave it alone, but telling his teammates that there is an egg to take care of now seems a little irresponsible. He looked down at the egg again, its heat starting to dissipate. He hoped none of the other survivors are spectating him. Shedletsky sat down the ground, holding it closer to his body to try to keep it warm. "Or Miss egg. I don't really know." 

 

Shedletsky might be going slightly crazy. He never had a good track record with parenting and he didn't even know if the egg was fertile, and even if it was, he didn't know if whatever was growing inside of it was alive. That brings up another big question, he didn't know what was growing inside the egg. How was he going to take care of the egg if he doesn't know what it was growing. They didn't even have baby stuff in the survivors cabin. Would the egg be teleported with Shedletsky if he held it close? He hoped so. But, looking back at the rubble where he got the egg, he couldn't just leave it. It would die without a parent and proper nest.

 

Time's almost up anyway. Shedletsky would just find out one way or another.

 

 

---

 

Shedletsky woke up in the familiar hard ground of the survivor's cabin. He groaned, as he got up, rubbing his eyes open. Next to him was the egg and a very disgruntled-looking Builderman. 

 

"Shedletsky," Builderman started in that tone that let Shedletsky know that he was a bit disappointed. He helped Shedletsky up, who was still very disoriented for the sudden teleportation, like most survivors who got teleported away. One would think Shedletsky would get used to it, but he was one of the few who really didn't. 

 

"What did you bring here?" Builderman pointed to the dirty, ugly egg that was on the ground. Shedletsky quickly picked it up again, holding it close like he had done before. It was colder to the touch and the shell seemed dirtier than it should be. Regret boiled within Shedletsky; this egg seems pretty dead. 

 

"An egg. I found it so I took it." Shedletsky says, his words less confident that he would like it to be. Builderman shook his head. Of course Builderman disapproved, being one of the few of the survivors who knew of Shedletsky's past. Shedletsky is a good person for sure, there was no doubt about it, he wasn't a good parent. Back when he created 1x1x1x1, he was rather... neglectful. Sure, one couldn't compare 1x1x1x1 to a child or an egg since 1x1x1x1 wasn't a child, just a creation Telamon had made. But when Builderman found out, he couldn't help but think that Telamon's treatment of 1x1x1x1 was rather neglectful. 

 

But Telamon wasn't 'Telamon' anymore. This is Shedletsky. Shedletsky had changed majorly since back then, he learned to be different, for better or for worse. Even then, Builderman couldn't help but think it was a bad idea just in general.

 

"That's a terrible excuse and a bad idea." Builderman finally concluded, making Shedletsky frown. "You need to put it back where it came from."

 

"It was gonna die over there, I couldn't let that happen." Shedletsky tried to reason, but it's pretty much hopeless. Builderman just shook his head.

 

"It's not our responsibility. I know it sounds heartless, but the egg, if it even hatches, wouldn't be living in a good situation." Builderman says, his voice stern. "We can't reasonably take care of it when we can barely take care of ourselves as it is. Not to mention, it's going to hatch in a place where we are murder repeated for sport, it going to grow up knowing nothing but violence. That might just be more cruel than letting it die in peace." 

 

Shedletsky was quiet. He knew Builderman was right, he hadn't even thought about life after the egg hatched all that much. But he still didn't want to simply let it die, surely there's something that could be done to keep it alive and healthy. If it was alive at all. Shedletsky still wasn't too sure. 

 

Builderman, realizing Shedletsky may not be letting it go, sighed, giving up on trying to convince Shedletsky. He knew Shedletsky can be stubborn, maybe as stubborn as himself, he knew all too well. There was very little point in fighting it if his mind was set. 

 

"Fine. Just at least clean it first, it's tracking dirt all over." Builderman muttered giving his slight approval. A hesitant, one, but approval nonetheless. Shedletsky smiled and left, not saying anything more.

 

Notes:

I write this in English class,,,,, how ironic,,,

Chapter 2: 卵 卵

Summary:

Shedletsky cares for the egg.

Taking care of an egg is easy. Shedletsky already knows that much, he's done it before. Just keep it warm and safe, in a nest, don't let it break or get too dirty, by keeping it in a nest, and making sure to be there when it hatches, by being around the nest. So Shedletsky needed a nest since, frankly, he didn’t really learn any other way to take care of an egg. But first, he needed to clean the egg and make sure it actually is alive, then check if it can hatch on its own. The flashlight trick should help with that, even if the veins creeped Shedletsky out. Seriously, after Shedletsky accidentally pulled out one of his own veins during a round, he been creeped out by the sight of anything with that sort of shape since. But it's time to suck it up and face his fears to make sure the egg he was going to nurture himself, and only himself since all the other survivors probably never had to raise an egg before, was alive. 

 

Shedletsky walked over the the bathroom, placing the egg on the sink since it was too small for the shower, even if it was a pretty big egg. 

 

"Just warm water." Shedletsky mumbled, his wings fluttering slightly after hearing the sound of the egg shell rubbing against ceramic. He cringed. He should have put a towel under the egg to keep it safe. Not even an hour into having an egg after a decade of not having to care for any sort of living being and he's already messing up. 

 

"There's surely more towels around here, there were like a million in the closet." Shedletsky mumbled, wandering out, trying to remember where the jokingly acclaimed 'Towel Closet' was. That name was pretty accurate to be fair, it's just annoying that the closet is pretty much full of unusable towels. At least unusable to them, for just an egg, it's pretty useful. And to think Shedletsky was worrying about not having supplies, this improvisation thing was pretty easy. Shedletsky grabbed one of the already stained towels (it looked like it was stained with crude oil or something else that was pitch black) and another bigger towel to dry the egg off once it's clean. 

 

As much as Shedletsky would love to pick and choose for the best, the longer he's away from the egg, the colder that egg was gonna get, with was not any good. So he left rather quickly after the towels were haphazardly chosen. 

 

Shedletsky came back to the bathroom, towels in hand. He took the small, stained, towel and placed it underneath the egg, the other towel tossed onto the floor to use later. He started to run the hot water since the egg couldn't be cold and the hot water in this place never even got that hot anyway. But that's not enough, the dirt stayed like an unwanted visitor. He started to rub the dirt off until he felt the water get hotter.

 

"OW! That's hot! It never gets that hot!" Shedletsky says, complaint in his voice, the wings on his head, outspread and pained. He shook his hand to cool it off until he realized... THE EGG! The egg would boil under such hot water. He quickly turned on the cold water, but it didn't make the situation any better. The water was too cold, the egg could get hypothermia and die! Shedletsky, a little frazzled, quickly snatched up the egg from the water like his life depended on it. Well, his life didn't depend on it, but the egg's life surely did. 

 

"Oh for ##### sake." Shedletsky whined, dirty water getting all over his shirt, staining it more than it already has. There was no saving the shirt, but at least he had extras. He took a breath before doing what he should have done, checked the water temperature before placing the egg in. He shifted the egg into one arm, using his free hand to check the water temperature until it was roughly correct. Just a little warmer than room temperature. That was optimal. 

 

It took a few minutes before Shedletsky got it right. Shedletsky tried to shift the egg's weight into both his hands so he could safely put the egg in the sink once again. But, his hand slipped on the wet egg, making the egg go tumbling to the ground.

 

Shedletsky froze.

 

 

His breathing stopped.

 

 

Time slowed.

 

 

 

He shut his eyes tight, hoping for the best.

 

 

 

He waits a few seconds.

 

 

 

 

But no crack could be heard over his heart beating. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He opened his eyes and there it was.

 

 

The egg, sitting on a towel, completely unharmed, albeit shaken up, which isn't great. Shedletsky let out a sigh in relief before crumpling down to the ground never to it. The wings on his back were trembling, his arms were trembling, his legs were pathetic, he was pathetic. He didn't even know the egg for an hour, he didn't even birth the egg or had a part in it's creation, he doesn't even know if the egg was alive and yet he was so invested in the survival of this little egg it was giving his a physical reaction. Shedletsky panted, trying to regain his breath, but nothing was there. He looked at the egg again, pretty unharmed, and air filled his lungs again. It's fine. They're fine. So he's fine. 

 

"I'm too bird-brained." Shedletsky huffed, embarrassment stinging his cheeks red. He sat up, wings outstretched as if to make a wall between him and the egg vs the rest of the world. He took the egg into his arms and got up, inspecting every little inch to make sure it was really okay, then he put it in the sink again, letting the warm water run over it. He looked at it for a moment, the dirt barely being affected by the water as it ran over the egg.

 

"What are you covered in?" Shedletsky muttered, rubbing off the dirt. He would need soap if he wanted to make it easier on himself, which sucked since he wasn't sure if cleaning the egg with soap would be safe for it. So Shedletsky chose not to, not after that near 'death' he caused. So he started to rub away the the nearly black looking dirt, seeing it come off the egg in little clumps like ash.

 

---

 

Shedletsky felt like he was gonna puke. Flashlight in hand, he felt a bit sick about checking. He still didn't like the sight of veins, even if it was pretty necessary now. He didn't mind before; after all, he'd been the one defeating his opponents, never the other way around. Now that thought of such gore felt sickening. 

 

Shedletsky turned off the light to his room in order to see the spindly veins better. Ironically enough,the egg blended into the shadows like a vanishing act, not reappearing until Shedletsky touched it. He pressed the flashlight against the shell, and clicked it on.

 

It wasn't like anything he's seen before. The liquid inside was noticeably blood red with thick spindley veins covering the outside of the egg. Inside was the a bulbous black blob that seemed to be constantly shifting and stretching like it was expanding by the minute.

 

Shedletsky clicked off the light, leaving him and the egg in darkness. 

 

"You're a strange thing." Shedletsky mumbled, dropping the flashlight on his bed and scooping the egg up close. It was alive, but whatever grew inside wasn't growing very normally. 

 

It's close to dinnertime anyway. He should forget all about it.

 

---

 

 

A small group of survivors were hanging out and chatting as Elliot made dinner. It was mostly about random things that were happening, like how Two Time is really sick and how Dusekkar has been hanging out with Taph more. It was getting late and the rounds were over for the day. It's one of the few things The Spectre was merciful with. It allowed the survivors to sleep, probably so they didn't lose their minds. That wouldn't be fun at all, seeing a bunch of Robloxians run around completely insane from a lack of sleep. The Spectre likes torment. 

 

"Shed's found an egg, gonna try and raise it." Builderman casually said in conversation, taking a sip of Bloxy Cola. He had unzipped his jacket since it was getting really hot and the survivor's cabin didn't have any proper air conditioning or anything. He's gotten used to that back home, but that seems so long ago compared to nowadays. 

 

Guest lifted an eyebrow. "An egg?"

 

"Did he lay it?" Chance says, a little too enthusiastic. But that's just how Chance is. Always a bit too much, just to add some flavor to the bland. 

 

Builderman shook his head.

 

"He found it." Builderman repeated, sitting up. "I don't know where or how he got it here, but he has it now and he ain't letting it go."

 

"So we gonna have a little one running around here soon?" Guest asked as if it wasn't obvious. Maybe it was nostalgia thinking for him, but he sort of missed taking care of children. Not all aspects, but some. It was probably nostalgia, but he liked to think that Charlotte was very calm as a baby. 

 

"I hope not." Chance says, sitting up.

 

"I don't hate kids, but I do NOT want to take care of any kid." Chance adds quickly.  They readjusted their glasses, hiding his eyes more than before.

 

"Right." Guest muttered awkwardly. 

 

"I'd hate to agree with Chance, but I hope Shedletsky loses interest soon and puts it back where it came from." Builderman says, shaking his head. 

 

"Yeah- Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Chance says, looking Builderman, looking offended. They weren't that offended, but again, Chance is too much sometimes.

 

Builderman just snickered. Guest did as well.

Notes:

The Spectre said that Shedletsky wasn’t gonna be let off easy trust me I heard it in my bed during English class today,,,,,

Chapter 3: 卵 卵 卵

Summary:

Shedletsky struggles to sleep and there are disagreements about this egg.

Shedletsky stayed up all night with nightmares. Was that how 007n7 felt? Because if it truly was, then the fact that he went through it every night must be a form of torment straight from The Spectre. Shedletsky himself couldn't sleep a wink; anytime he tried he'd had a horrid dream. Maybe it was just a form of punishment. A punishment for what? He wasn't so sure.

 

It was uncomfortably cold and barren land, nothing like the one Shedletsky had seen before. He was dressed in thick white robes, some parts of it stained in red. It was glitchy and red, and he squished the ground with each step, staining the bottoms of his feet red. He would try to yell for help, but he had no mouth. He would try to run, but it was hopeless. The walls were rounded and just as squishy and unbearably cold. Shedletsky gave up and darkness took over and he would wake up again.

 

The nightmare only lasted a minute or two if he was lucky. So he spent that night staring. Staring at the ceiling, the window to the darkness outside, the walls he decorated to try to make the room more homely, the corner were the egg would be if he could see it, and mostly Builderman who was sleeping right beside him. He looked so peaceful when sleeping, just less stressed in general. Builderman didn't sleep over often, but it's nice when he did. He usually stayed up much later than the other survivors, keeping is mind sharp and busy by tinkering around his scraps and the few tools he had available. But Builderman's peace made him want to go back to sleep too, but he couldn't. 

 

Shedletsky did make the mistake of lifting up his robes once. It was in an attempt to be less connected to the strange dream, he didn't want to wear the clothes that were given to him so forcibly. But instead of seeing his own clothes, he was simply underdressed, his legs stained with red cuts. There was black spreading from them, and it only spread faster the longer he stared.

 

He collapsed dead before he woke up. A whole hour of hell. 

 

Only when it was morning could he finally get some proper rest. He could feel Builderman getting up, stretching a little, stroking his hair and wings before he left bed, but Shedletsky was too tired to open his eyes. He ended up sleeping alone, even when he had company at night. 

 

 

---

 

"Shed, wake up." Builderman said, but it was hopeless. Shedletsky was sleeping and no amount of shaking would wake him now. If Builderman didn't know better, he would have thought Shedletsky died in his sleep. And for a brief moment, he thought that'd been the case and that Shedletsky, his love, would be the first one permanently taken. He wouldn't know if he would live any longer without him, maybe he would just die too. But the fear was gone when he tugged on one of Shedletsky's small head wings, something that Shedletsky hated when anyone did, and Shedletsky made a high pitched noise and swatted Builderman's hand away. That was when Builderman could breathe again. 

 

"Wake up! It's breakfast, you need to get up. Now." Builderman says, a little more rushed. He wanted Shedletsky to get ready and have breakfast before the first round started. But alas, Shedletsky didn't budge an inch. 

 

Builderman sighed. 

 

"Fine, I guess you're a bit tired." Builderman says, giving Shedletsky one last hair stroke before he let Shedletsky rest, closing up the window before he left.

 

Builderman went over to the main cabin where everyone else was. The walk is short, thankfully. Chance was still eating, he was pretty slow when it came to breakfast since he wasn't much of a morning person and still really tired. Elliot was doing the dishes, Guest helped out as well since he didn't want Elliot overworking himself. To be honest, Elliot didn't feel like it was work anymore, it felt too normal to just be chores, he hated it when he was at home, but now it was like a little slice of home. Two Time was resting on the couch, still very sick, a blanket wrapped around their underweight body like a child. They have been sick for the past few days, but had been getting better slowly, but everyone agreed that Two Time would have recovered by now if they'd been healthier. Dusekkar was outside, near the dock, practicing his magic in hopes that its strength would come back. It never did, but it was nice to hope. Veeronica was also outside, trying to skate and take her mind off things. 007n7 was probably still inside his room; Builderman swears up and down the he has never seen 7n7 outside of a round. Everybody else must be in their cabins still, Builderman hadn't seen them yet.

 

"Builderman, you look... rough." Elliot says, somewhat sympathetically. Not that sympathetic though, he only had so much empathy to spare and he was starting to get worn thin with how much emotion labor he had to do daily. 

 

"I'm fine, Elliot, just a bit tired. Shed's not waking up anytime soon." Builderman replied, stretching slightly. He wasn't troubled with anything but the usual. Maybe a small worry about Shedletsky and Two Time, but those issues will pass, he's sure of it. "Shed ain't gonna be here for breakfast today."

 

"That's strange, I've never seen him skip it." Elliot says, plate in hand slightly slipping. He grips it a bit harder. "Is he okay?"

 

"Just sleeping in, must have tired himself out yesterday." Builderman shrugged, taking a seat. He wasn't hungry, but he did skip dinner last night so he should eat something, if not for himself, then not to cause more worry than needed. After all, the Spectre has been coming hard on them the past few days, really making their lives as miserable as possible. Everyone is on edge. Better to not rock the boat.

 

"Oh, the egg thing?" Elliot says, remembering the conversation he had overheard from last night. He hadn't been paying too much attention, but he got enough to know the gist of a couple of topics that was chatted about. Chance placed his plate into the sink, accidentally splashing back some of the water. Elliot flinched.

 

"That's what I think." Builderman replied. He eyes the coffee machine, but he knows he shouldn't indulge. He drinks too much of the stuff and the side effects of that where probably going to catch up to him.

 

"May I ask, what egg are we referring to?" Two Time asked, catching wind of the conversation. Their voice was croaky and clearly unwell, and they wrapped themselves with the blanket a bit tighter. Their tail was droopy a limp as if it was simply a piece of cloth.

 

"Shedletskyhas an egg now." Builderman simply explained, looking over at Two Time's direction. They seemed pretty interested. "Gonna try and raise it."

 

"Wait, wait, waitwait wait. Raise it?!" Elliot says, pausing his chore for a moment in shock. "Like into a kid?"

 

Builderman nodded and he looked horrified. 

 

"No, we can't have a kid here! We can barely take care of everyone here and everyone here is an adult." Elliot says, already stressed out from the thought of trying to help take care of a child. He was stress as it is, he was forced into these cruel games for no reason, being the one who is supposed to help heal everyone (with PIZZA mind you) while dodging any killer attacks since he can't defend himself, then having to come back to the cabin and do more work in the kitchen making more pizza for the next round. Sure, he could lessen his workload by not cooking general meals for everyone and not doing so many chores around the kitchen, but he was unfortunately born with empathy and compassion and he actually cares about everyone's comfort.

 

"I told him that it wasn't a great idea, but he;" Builderman says with a shrug. "I'm sure he will once he's back to his senses."

 

"Children are a gift from Spawn, we should waste such an opportunity." Two Time says, disagreeing with both of them. "We shouldn't let a child waste away as it's turning down a wonderful present. Spawn would be greatly disappointed."

 

"Two Time, don't take this personally, but let's not say children are gifts. The implications of that is... not great." Elliot says, a little more than just creeped out. He turns back to do the last few dishes, only to see that Guest had already done them. He murmurs a small "thanks" to Guest, but the man seemed checked out.

 

"We are all gifts from Spawn, Elliot. It's simply the truth." Two Time says before coughing a bit and laying back down on the couch. "But if you wish for me to talk talk on it further, I won't talk at all."

 

"What are you on about?!" Chance says, plopping himself next to a curled up Two Time, earning him a small disgruntled noise. "Fill me in, what are we talking about? I want to know." 

 

"Spawn's gift enters into Shedletsky's life, but some wants to force rejection." Two Time says, closing their eyes and pressing their hands together.

 

"Normal language." Chance says, squishing Two Time's cheeks together to make a fish face. They loved to do that to Two Time since Two Time looks really silly. They had big bug eyes that seemed to stare into nothing and their face was round despite how underweight they were, which made it really squishy, and Two Time would always just stare as if they had no real thoughts in their head. Chance found it silly, Two Time looked silly.

 

"The egg thing." Builder man replied, reminding Chance of yesterday.

 

"Oh! Right." Chance says, letting go of Two Time. "What about it? Anything new or is it the same? Tell me."

 

"No, I'm just telling Two Time since they didn't know. Elliot brought it up." Builder man replied.

 

"Yeah, Shedletsky is oversleeping so I thought it was because of the egg." Elliot agreed with a slight nod. 

 

"That makes no sense. It's just an egg, put it under a light and it will hatch on it's own." Chance says, leaning back as if he said something revolutionary. They did not. It's pretty basic information. 

 

"It's the only change I've seen that could have caused it." Builderman said. 

 

By now, Dusekkar had floated in, having given up on the chance at improving his skill set. He didn't really need to eat, considering his biology, but it's good to regroup and talk with the other survivors.  

 

"Before we all go in an hour or two for what was tasked, what are you all conversing about, if I may ask?" Dusekkar asked, getting closer to the group before sitting down near Builderman.

 

"Shedletsky laid an egg." Two Time said bluntly, no mention of Spawn in sight. They knew how Dusekkar was about his religion, so they made it a point to try to not bring it up as much, which unexpectedly made Two Time come across as cold. 

 

"No- Two Time, where did you get that idea?" Builderman says, looking at Two Time, completely baffled. He didn't get completely caught off guard by many things, but this was something he definitely wasn't expecting to be told as fact.

 

Two Time stared at Builderman for a moment in silence before they folded with arms and flapped them like wings. "Chi-cken."

 

"Shedletsky didn't lay an egg." Builderman says, his words kind of rushed out.

 

Chance snickered. "Oooh, Shedletsky laid an egg and Builderman's the father."

 

"Don't spread that!" Builderman scolded, but Chance wasn't taking it seriously.

 

"I mean, it would make sense." Guest mumbled under his breath. Guest had just been listening and following along, but he found it too funny to not say something.

 

"What?" Elliot says, not hearing Guest's comment.

 

"I said it would make sense if Shedletsky laid the egg. Where would he find it?" Guest probs, leaning on the table slightly.

 

"I don't know where, he just did." Builderman says, somewhat pissed at these claims. 

 

"Because he laid it!" Chance said, giggling like a kid.

 

"What?" Elliot says, just as baffled as Builderman.

 

"There is no proof that Shedletsky laid an egg." Builderman says, confusion turning into frustration. This is ridiculous, Shedletsky wouldn't lie about that. Plus he would have at least shown some signs.

 

"There is no proof that Shedletsky didn't lay the egg." Chance retorted, still not taking it seriously. He didn't actually believe that Shedletsky laid the egg, but it was funnier to argue that he did. 

 

"That's not how that works, Chance." Elliot says, defending Builderman slightly. "I mean, this is all speculation anyway."

 

Two Time just stared at each person taking, not trying to get involved in the heated debates that they accidently caused. Dusekkar was also quiet, not even knowing what to say. He didn't know who was telling the truth or the context of it, so he just listened. 

 

"That's true, but it's better to keep the possibility open." Guest says, concluding the small argument. 

 

Builderman rolled his eyes.

 

"You are all ridiculous." 

 

Notes:

Sorry for the last upload, I was working on another oneshot, but I scrapped/delayed it cause I want to make Guest x Two Time smut first

Here was the idea if anyone wants to take it:

007n7 finds a way to jailbreak his c00lgui and makes a clone of himself that behaves like a hive mind connected to him so he act normal while really just rotting away. The Spectre punished 7n7 for this tho 🧐

Not so much Shedletsky content today, he needed a little nap before he (spoilers D:<)