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"Two Time- you can’t just-"
Elliot tried to speak but they just slinked away into the dark outside the lobby.
With a dejected sigh, he followed.
Trying to reason with the cultist was getting increasingly difficult.
He just wanted to talk to them
But every time he tries to, they just shrug him off and walk away.
Elliot followed them all the way to their cabin, knocking on the door.
"Two Time.. please?"
No answer.
He doesn’t want to barge in.
"Two.. please answer.."
-
Two Time grumbled as Elliot kept knocking at their door, insisting on checking up on them.
In reality he’ll probably just lecture them about sleep or even eating if they're THAT unlucky.
It’s been a couple of rounds since that dream, they’re rather not dwell on. It wasn’t exactly the easiest thing they could just forget about. It lingered in their head. The awful type of linger, the linger where something would never leave you alone fully.
Just like Elliot.
They never thought horribly on the pizza guy, but his heavy amount of concern for them was a bit overwhelming.
They just wanted to be left alone with their thoughts but Spawn help them if they get any peace to do so..
Two Time froze. The realization just settling into their head. A wave of dread grasped onto their body.
They forgot to pray to Spawn..
Oh no.
Nonononononono..
Nooononoonono
They couldn’t have done that??
How did they forget??
It’s so important how did it slip from their mind??
The spawn is going to be so angry at them!
The spawn-!
They instantly went over to the shrine they build in quite a large chunk of the corner of their room, and knocking over a few objects on their way. They dropped to their knees in front of it. Murmuring prayers that were embedded into their mind. Word for word.
Their body shook with guilt of forgetting. Hands trembling as they struggles to grasp them together in a praying motion.
"Spawn… please I beg of forgiveness, I did not mean to hurt thou by forgetting to pray..Please Spawn.."
They trailed off the actual prayer just murmuring random words their mind flooded with.
Their brain just focused entirely on begging for forgiveness.
Eventually whispers of Spawn filled the room.
Their pleading broke off into an actual prayer.
They prayed for forgiveness.
They prayed for punishment.
And the Spawn, this time. Gave no answer.
It was silent.
Too silent.
No whispers of reassurance.
Just dead silence..
Except their rapidly beating heart hammering through their ears, and the gasps through crying that escaped them.
And it was clear to them now.
The Spawn didn’t forgive them.
-
Elliot finally picked up the courage to open their door. And he felt genuine satisfaction that he didn’t delay it any longer as he saw what they were doing.
He quickly knelt beside the cultist, grabbing their dagger out of their hands that was about to draw a line onto their skin.
But their wrists were a bit red from scratching. And they were sobbing silently, trying to stifle it.
Elliot internally panicked as he grabbed their weapon out their quivering hands putting it on the desk beside him and guiding the trembling Two Time into his arms.
They did try to pull away occasionally, but mostly stayed where they were.
They tightly grasped into his shirt, breaths shallow and shaky as Elliot wrapped his arms more securely around them.
His hand reached into the mess of their hair stroking through it gently. Applying enough pressure for it to be felt but not hurt. It was so they could focus on his hand in their ebony hair rather than their racing thoughts.
And after a bit of a while they calmed down.
"I-I’m..sorry.."
They rasped out, sniffing.
He hummed in their ear and smiled.
"It’s okay."
Eventually they pulled out his arms, shakily standing up, wiping their eyes with their sleeve.
"Do you wanna get some rest in my room?"
"Mh..yeahm.."
They mumbled looking at the floor.
-
Eventually Elliot reached his room, holding the door open for Two Time.
They nodded at him and walked inside.
Two Time gazed around at his room, but only briefly since they’ve already been here before. But sometimes Elliot likes changing the structure of it, moving furniture around.
He had said to them one time that it was fun.
And they failed to see how.
Elliot patted their head, trying to get their attention.
They faced him, waiting anxiously on what he was going to say.
"Do you want me to sleep on the bed with you or?"
Two Time grasped at their arm in thought.
"..I don’t know if Spawn would like it.."
They whispered.
"I’m not worried what Spawn thinks, I’m worried about what you think…"
Elliot said back.
So Two Time just nodded.
They’re sure Spawn would mind.
It’s been quiet for a while anyway..
-
Elliot huffed as the sleeping cultist snuggled up closer to him.
He could feel their warm breath against his neck.
He didn’t mind but they clung so tightly onto him, like they were scared Elliot was going to leave them in the night.
But eventually after a bit of shuffling, Elliot drifted off.
And Two Time held onto him a little tighter.
Because they’d rather hold onto something real rather than fake.