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Two Time spent their days in beautiful green fields and long meadows. They’d always stand in the middle of the pastureland, desperately looking around for any signs of guidance. The freezing wind would always blow into their face and slowly creep up their bones, making them feel so cold. Somewhere in the distance, Two Time would notice a group of sheep blindly following and obeying the Shepherd.
The brunette would try their best to reach them, stumbling over their own feet while running through the wet grass. The wind would soon start blowing even harder, making every step feel like a battle between the small cultist and the deadliest forces of nature. Maybe the sky would darken, and the rain would start dripping onto their pale skin. Maybe their legs would slowly start giving out under all the exhaustion and pain they had to endure. Maybe the scars on Two Time’s arms would keep growing and growing.
But all of that was nothing but small inconveniences. That didn’t matter in the long run. Two Time’s feelings didn’t matter in the long run. They’d stand back up no matter how much the fall hurt. They’d continue walking no matter how cold the wind was. They’d ignore the drizzle that slowly mixed with their salty tears. Their only goal in life was reaching that pastor and joining the sheep. It was all they existed to do, all their body and mind were good for. If they were a mindless sheep, then who else but the all-knowing and all-powerful Shepherd could love and accept them—
!?
Two Time slowly looked down at the tiny nightshade their worn-out shoe had almost stepped on. Its purple petals were pathetically hanging down, as if they were sad that the cultist had almost ignored them in all their glory.
“This can’t be the case though,” Two Time thought, “because flowers can’t really think, can they? And they certainly wouldn’t care about something as silly as getting someone’s attention.”
Still, the brunette couldn’t help but giggle at the whole ordeal. They would certainly remember the purple flower on their way to the rest of the flock.
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The next time the cultist met that nightshade was when the weather was especially cruel. Two Time desperately tried to huddle themselves in the grass, knowing it wouldn’t help them at all. Their thin jacket wasn’t enough to protect them from such crude winds, and it didn’t look like their situation would get any better.
The cultist couldn’t help but sink pathetically into the ground, already imagining the disappointed whispers of the Shepherd and their sheep. Would they still accept them even if they showed such weakness? Two Time wasn’t sure, but even taking one more step toward the flock seemed impossible. Slowly, the cultist looked down in shame and noticed the same purple flower growing not too far away.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think you’ll manage to get to the rest of the sheep, at least not the way things are going right now,” Two Time thought bitterly, looking at their tiny companion.
The flower didn’t seem saddened by the news—still standing strong, as if the wind and rain didn’t plague it at all. The cultist couldn’t help but smile at such confidence, even if it came from something as silly as a flower.
“If you truly believe you can do it,” Two Time smiled sheepishly, “then I believe in you too.”
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And just like that, the nightshade truly became a part of the meadows. The cultist started seeing it almost every day, and soon they seemed to be spreading. You could see how they blossomed and bloomed, bringing a pop of color to the otherwise dull green field.
Not that Two Time ever disliked their presence—quite the opposite. They were a welcome change in the cultist’s plans to reach their promised happiness.
The brunette enjoyed watching the purple flowers grow and thrive while listening to the Shepherd’s tranquil voice. They loved how gentle the petals felt on their scratched-up arms. They adored the scent that seemed to calm all their senses. It all felt so strange, so new.
It was like the nightshades were truly…
…happy with them.
That thought kept repeating itself in Two Time’s mind. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? The only way someone could truly achieve happiness was to cross the field and join the rest of the flock. The flower clearly wasn’t able to reach them yet, and Two Time could only keep dreaming of ever seeing the sheep.
Then why did the nightshades feel that way?
Why did Two Time feel that way?
“Are you happy?” the cultist would sometimes whisper, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the gray clouds. “Are you?”
The nightshades always replied by calmly swaying in the wind.
“Not yet,” Two Time always thought.
“But I will be—when we both reach the Shepherd.”
No answer ever came.
The cultist noticed how quiet the flowers became whenever the herd came to mind. The more determined the brunette was to reach the promised happiness, the fewer nightshades grew in the field.
Two Time always missed their presence. Without them, everything got worse. The winds became so cold the cultist could barely move. The rains made them feel like they’d drown at any moment. And they were lying in the middle of it all, desperate not to die right there.
---
These days left Two Time in such despair. Their legs were too damaged to properly move, so they couldn’t do anything but wait until their body was healed enough to function again. But that didn’t stop the Shepherd; they kept walking far into the distance, slowly becoming nothing but a gray blob in the green meadows.
“Don’t leave me behind!” the cultist would yell, knowing it was futile.
“I am a good follower, I swear! I’ll do anything you want, I swear!”
The Shepherd and the sheep never listened. They just kept walking, as if Two Time was nothing but a small, unnoticeable mosquito in their perfect world.
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Today was another one of those days. A terrible gale had just passed through the entire field, leaving the cultist in shambles. They tried to pick themselves up, but their shaky hands couldn’t support the weight of their body. Two Time gave up, surrendering to the fact that they wouldn’t be able to move anytime soon.
Their attention slowly shifted toward some nightshades growing beside the rocks.
The blossoms seemed to reach out to the cultist as if saying, “You’re hurting.”
“I know I am,” the cultist replied, smiling tiredly. “But it’s for a good reason.”
The flowers didn’t seem to agree, dropping one of their petals as if in protest.
“You nightshades seem to dislike the flock. Why is that?” Two Time asked, but no answer came.
“You know that’s the only way I can truly be happy. That’s the case for you too. The Shepherd wants us to be happy. They want us to reach them, and we can’t disappoint their hopes.”
The petals tilted slightly, looking straight at their companion.
“If they wanted you to reach them, then why didn’t they wait?”—that’s what they wanted to say.
Two Time could hear that sentence ringing inside their skull, repeating over and over.
“Please don’t doubt the Shepherd!” they yelled.
But the flowers didn’t move. Their gaze remained locked—staring right into the brunette’s soul.
“Please don’t do this to me again,” the cultist begged, tears welling up.
The flowers kept watching them.
“JUST STOP DOUBTING EVERYTHING!” the cultist screamed, clawing at the nightshades in desperation.
“IT’S ALL REAL! THEY PROMISED—THEY TRULY DID! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!”
They kept screeching, choking on sobs. Their eyes were red from endless tears. They knew the other sheep were likely judging them, but none of it mattered anymore.
They wanted to be happy.
They just wanted to truly be happy.
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Two Time slowly opened their eyes, feeling the last tear slip down their pale cheek. The cultist looked down at their hands.
Right there, between their pale fingers, was their nightshade.
All broken.
All destroyed.
They wanted to cry—to mourn the loss—but no tears came.
They wanted to scream—to show that they cared—but no sound came.
They wanted to move—but their body felt too heavy.
Somewhere in the distance, they heard footsteps stop.
Two Time slowly turned around.
The flock had finally stopped. The sheep were sitting on the grass, waiting for something. The Shepherd stood before them, unmoving. They were smiling, but the smile didn’t reach their eyes.
“Come with us,” the flock said, looking directly at the cultist.
Two Time tried their best to stand, still holding the broken nightshade. But their body was sluggish and tired. The wounds weren’t healed. The breakdown hadn’t passed.
But they couldn’t give up now—not when happiness was right in front of them. With every step, a small smile slowly formed on their face as they closed the space between themselves and the flock.
Somewhere behind them, a small fire appeared—slowly growing.
Its flames began to consume the green fields and the beautiful meadows, turning all to gray ash.
This is what Two Time wanted, isn’t it?
Now they could truly become a part of the flock.
Now they could truly be happy.
Two Time felt empty.
Two time always imagined the spawn church as beautiful green fields and long meadows. They'd always stand in the middle of the pasture land desperately looking around for any signs of guidance.The freezing wind would always blow into their face and slowly creep up their bones making them feel so cold. Somewhere in the distance two time would be able to notice a group of sheep blindly following and obeying the shepherd.
The brunette would try their best to reach them, stumbling over their own feet while running through the wet grass. The wind would soon start blowing even harder,making every step feel like a battle between the small cultist and the deadliest forces of nature. Maybe the sky would darken and the rain would start dripping onto their pale skin,maybe their legs would slowly start giving out under all the exhaustion and pain they had to endure,maybe the scars on two time's arms would keep growing and growing.
But all of that were nothing but small inconveniences, that didn't matter in the wrong run. Two time's feelings didn't matter in the long run. They'd stand back up no matter how much the fall hurt,they'd continue walking no matter how cold the wind was,they'd ignore the drizzle that slowly mixed itself with their salty tears. Their only goal in life was reaching that pastor and joining their sheep. It was all they existed to do,all their body and mind was good for. If they were a mindless sheep,then who else but the all knowing and all powerful shepherd could love and accept the-
!?
Two time slowly looked down at the tiny nightshade their worn out shoe almost stepped on. Its purple petals were pathetically hanging down,as if they were sad at the fact that the cultist almost ignored them in all of their glory. “This can't be the case though” two time thought “because flowers can't really think,can they? And they certainly wouldn't care about something as silly as getting someone's attention”. Still the brunette couldn't help but giggle at the whole ordeal. They certainly would remember the purple flower on their way to the rest of the flock.
The next time the cultist met that nightshade was when the weather was especially cruel to them. Two time desperately tried to huddle themselves in the grass,understanding that this wouldn't help them at all. Their thin jacket wouldn't be enough to protect them from such crude winds and it didn't look like their situation would get any better.
The cultist couldn't help but pathetically sink into the ground, already imagining the disappointed whispers of the Shepherd and their sheep. Would they still accept them even if they showed such weakness? Two time wasn't sure but even just taking one more step towards the flock seemed impossible. Slowly the cultist looked down in shame as they noticed the same purple flower growing not too far away from them.
“Im sorry I don't think you'll manage to get to the rest of the sheep,at least not the way it's all going right now ” Two Time thought bitterly,while looking at their tiny companion. The flower didn't seem to be saddened by such news,still standing strong as if the wind and the rain didn't plague them at all. The cultist couldn't help but smile at such confidence even if it was from something as silly as a flower. “If you truly believe you can do it” two time smiled sheepishly “then I believe in you too”
And just like that the nightshade truly became a part of the meadows. The cultist would slowly start seeing it almost every day and they seemed to be spreading out too. You could see how they slowly blossomed and bloomed bringing a pop of color to the otherwise dully green field. Not that two time ever disliked their presence,quite the opposite . They were truly a welcome change in the cultist plans of getting to their promised happiness.
The brunette enjoyed watching the purple flowers grow and thrive,while listening to the shepherd's tranquil voice. They loved how gentle the petals felt in their scratched up arms. They adored the scent that seemed to calm all their scenes. It all felt so weird and so new.
It's like the nighthades were truly….
…..happy with them.
That thought kept repeating itself in Two time's head. But that was impossible,wasn't it? The only way someone could truly achieve happiness is if they crossed the field and joined the rest of the flock. The flower clearly wasn't able to reach them yet and Two time could also only keep dreaming of ever seeing the sheep. Then why did the nightshades feel that way,why did Two time feel that way?
“Are you happy?” Sometimes the cultist would whisper while watching the sun slowly disappear behind the gray clouds.” Are you?” The nightshades replied every time while calmly swaying in the wind. “Not yet" two time always thought “but I will when we both reach the Shepherd”
No answer ever came from the nightshades.
The cultist noticed how quiet the flowers became anytime the herd sparked up in their mind. It's like the more determined the brunette was to reach the promised happiness,the less nighthades grew on the field. Two time always missed their presence,because without them everything got worse. The winds got so cold that the cultist could not move properly anymore,the rains made them feel like they'd drown any second and they were laying in the middle of it all desperate not to die right there.
These days left two time in such despair. Their legs were too damaged to properly move,so they couldn't do anything but wait until their body was healed enough to do anything really. But that didn't stop the shepherd; they continued to walk far into the distance,slowly becoming nothing but a grey blob in the greenness of the meadows. “Don't leave me behind!” The cultist would yell out knowing that it was futile “ I am a good follower,I swear! I will do anything you want,I swear!”
The shepherd and the sheep never listened,they just continued walking away as if two time was nothing but a small unnoticeable mosquito in their perfect world.
Today was another one of those days. A terrible gale just passed through the entire field,leaving the cultist in shambles. They tried to pick themselves up but their shaky hands were not enough to support the weight of their entire body. Two time gave up surrendering to the fact that they wouldn't be able to properly move anytime soon. Their attention slowly shifted towards some nightshades growing besides some rocks.
The blossoms seemed to reach out to the cultist as if saying:” you're hurting”. “ I know I am”, the cultist asked,smiling tiredly “But it’s for a good reason”, The flowers didn't seem to agree,dropping one of their petals as a sign of dispute. “You nightshades seem to dislike the flock,why is that the case?” Two time asked but no answer came. “You know that's the only way I can truly be happy and that's the case for you too. The shepherd wants us to be happy,they want us to reach them and we can't disappoint their hopes”,
The flowers just tilted themselves slightly, looking straight at their companion. “If they wanted you to reach them,then why didn't they wait” that's what they wanted to say. Two time could hear that sentence ringing against their skull and repeating itself over and over again in their mind. “Please don't doubt the shepherd” they yelled out. But the flowers didn't falter,no they didn't even move. Their eyes were staring right into the brunette's soul as if waiting for an answer. “Please don't do this to me again”, the cultist begged,while slowly feeling the tears sprout out of their eyes.
The flowers just continued to lazily gaze at Two time. “JUST STOP DOUBTING EVERYTHING” The cultist screamed out clawing at the nightshades in desperation.
“IT'S ALL REAL! THEY PROMISED THAT,THEY TRULY DID! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!” They continued to screech,while choking on sobs. Their eyes were red from tears that just kept flowing out and out. They knew how the rest of the sheep were most likely judging them but that didn't matter at the moment.
They wanted to be happy,they just wanted to truly be happy.
Two time slowly opened their eyes,feeling the last tear strim down their pale cheek. The cultist looked down at their hands. Right there in between their pale fingers was their nightshade
all broken,all destroyed.
They wanted to cry ,to mourn such loss but nothing came out of their eyes. They wanted to yell,to show that they cared but no sound came out. They wanted to do anything but their body felt too heavy to move.
Somewhere in the distance they could hear footsteps stop. Two time slowly turned around to see the flock,it finally stopped. The sheep were sitting on the grass awaiting something. The shepherd was standing in front of them not moving an inch. They were smiling but their smile didn't quite reach their eyes. “Come with us” The flock said, looking directly at the cultist.
Two time tried their best to stand up,still holding onto the broken nightshade but their body felt sluggish and tired. The injuries they sustained were clearly not healed and the mental breakdown from before did not help.
But the cultist could not give up now,not when their happiness was right in front of them. With every step,a small smile slowly grew on their face as they closed in the space between the brunette and the flock.
Somewhere behind them a small fire appeared slowly growing with each second. Its flames engulfed the green fields and the beautiful meadows turning all to gray ash.
This is what two time wanted,isn't it? Now they could truly become a part of the flock,now they could truly be happy.
Two time felt empty.
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