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Guest wiped his hands on a rag, his face unreadable. He had seen a lot of things as a soldier, and even more as a father, but this? This wasn't supposed to happen in a world of red skies and endless loops. He looked at Two Time, who was currently draped across a wooden chair like a dying Victorian poet.
“This question is a bit personal, but you have to be honest with me,” Guest began, his voice gravelly and low.
Two Time narrowed their eyes, their thumb tracing the edge of their cultist robes.
“Personal? Has the Divine Pumpkin not told you that the body is but a vessel for the Great Spawn? My physical woes are merely a test of faith, soldier. Speak your mind or be silent.”
Guest didn't flinch at the cultish rambling. He’d heard it all before. “Did you... sleep with anyone before you got here? Or even since we've been trapped?”
Two Time’s posture stiffened. For a second, the image of Azure— pale, terrifying, and strangely gentle in the dark— flashed through their mind. The connection they shared wasn't something the other survivors have to know. To the others, Azure was a killer. To Two Time, Azure was... the exception.
“I have walked with the shadows,” Two Time muttered, looking away. “The union of spirit and flesh is a sacred rite of the Spawn. Why does the soldier concern himself with my past devotions?”
Guest let out a long, heavy sigh. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling every bit of his age. “Because, Time... you aren't terminally ill. And you aren't being cursed by a void god.”
The room went deathly quiet. Outside the door, the floorboards creaked— Noob and Chance were definitely eavesdropping.
“Then what is this ‘blessing’ of bile and exhaustion?” Two Time demanded, their voice trembling slightly.
Guest looked them dead in the eye. “It’s a baby. You’re pregnant.”
The silence that followed was so loud it felt like a physical weight. Then, a massive CRASH came from the hallway as Noob fell through the door they had been leaning on, followed immediately by Chance, who looked like he’d just seen a ghost.
“P-PREGNANT?!” Noob shrieked, his voice hitting a decibel only a Robloxian could reach. “But—but we’re in a death game! Is that even allowed? Is there a badge for that?!”
Chance just stood there, his jaw hitting the floor. “I thought... I thought it was just the pizza soup. I was literally about to bet Elliot five mackerels that it was a tapeworm.”
Two Time didn't yell. They didn't even move. Their face went a shade of pale that matched the white of their face. Yes the narrator here gave up on description stunned expression. Their hand drifted down, resting tentatively over their stomach.
“A... new vessel?” Two Time whispered, their cultist brain trying to process the biological reality through a religious lens. “The Spawn... has manifested?”
“No,” Guest said, stepping forward and placing a heavy, fatherly hand on their shoulder. “No ‘vessels,’ kid. Just a baby. And we're in a hell of a lot of trouble.”
Two Time stared at Guest, their eyes blown wide. For a moment, the Great Spawn felt very far away, replaced by the terrifying biological reality Guest was describing.
“A baby?” Two Time’s voice was a flat, dangerous whisper. “No. Soldier, your mind has been warped by the fog. This is not a 'baby.' This is the... Vessel of the Spawn. My body is merely incubating a sacred manifestation of the second life. It requires mackerel and stolen burgers to... fuel its ascension.”
Guest didn't even blink. “Kid, I’ve raised a daughter. The 'manifestation' is going to start kicking in a few months, and it’s not going to be because of the Void. It’s because you’re having a kid.”
“I am a worshipper! I do not 'have kids'!” Two Time hissed, clutching their stomach as if they could physically push the truth away. “This is a trial! A test of my devotion! Azure would never—” They stopped abruptly, realizing they’d almost said too much. “The spirits would never allow such a mundane thing!”
Outside, Noob couldn't take it anymore. The sheer pressure of the secret made his plastic head feel like it was going to pop. He spun around and sprinted toward the campfire, waving his arms like a madman.
“C-CODE PURPLE! CODE P-PURPLE!!” Noob’s scream echoed across the map, startling Builderman so badly he dropped his hammer.
“Noob, shut up!” Chance yelled, chasing after him while laughing hysterically. “There isn't even a Code Purple!”
“There is now!” Noob skidded to a halt in front of Shedletsky and 007n7. “It’s worse than Code Blue! It’s... it’s... Two Time is making a new survivor! From scratch! Inside them!”
Shedletsky blinked, a piece of chicken halfway to his mouth. “What the fuck are you yapping about? They’re just sick.”
“No, Shed,” Chance leaned against a nearby tree, gasping for air from laughing so hard. “Guest confirmed it. Two Time is pregnant. And guess what?” Chance’s grin turned wicked as he looked at the pile of food Shedletsky was guarding. “Guest says they need 'proper nutrition.' That means we’re officially seizing your chicken stocks. For the 'Vessel,' you know?”
“MY CHICKEN?!” Shedletsky let out a heartbroken wail. “That's robbery! That's—that's illegal! I scavenged those fair and square!”
“It's for the baby, Shed,” Builderman said, though he looked just as stunned as everyone else. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing toward the cabin where Two Time was likely still arguing with Guest.
007n7, who had been silent as usual, simply stared into the fire. He pulled another mackerel out of his inventory and quietly handed it toward the cabin direction. He didn't say a word, but his message was clear: If the kid is hungry, the kid eats.
Back in the cabin, Two Time could hear Shedletsky’s distant screaming about his chickens. They sat on the couch, looking utterly defeated as the Divine Vessel logic started to crumble under the weight of Guest’s parental authority.
“I am going to kill Azure again,” Two Time muttered under their breath.
“What was that?” Guest asked, cleaning his gear.
“I said... the Spawn is very hungry,” Two Time corrected quickly, their face turning a bright, embarrassed red. “And it demands the fat one’s chicken. All of it.”