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“Death is not the end; it’s the beginning of return.”
This was Two Time’s entire principle. The Spawn’s principle. Their salvation. Even after their big mistake. When The Spawn had come up to them with a promising opportunity to test his faith, why would they not? After all, he was a high disciple. It was a trial of seeing how he would fare exposed to non-believers, as the members The Spawn had said. There was no outcome he would succumb to the pressure of the non-initiated. Only the people of The Spawn knew the truth and they would succeed and show their true devotion to The Spawn.
They were told they were also tasked with aiding a close companion of The Spawn he hadn't recalled being in any scriptures. “The Spectre” as they would learn it was. Upon gaining this information and mission he was swiftly guided out of the sanctuary to the nightshade field by their leader. Something about their leader telling him how he was thankful for them, mentioning how they’d miss them but “deals were deals”. The correlation between the bux the leader was counting and this deal with the Spectre still stumped Two Time. They had figured the money was just from The Spawn before the memories got blurry from there.
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Wake up
Two Time had woken up with two things. Determination to prove themself, and this… The way to describe it was difficult. A voice that was telling him stuff? No… It was nowhere similar to the revelation of The Spawn. Implanting thoughts in his mind was a more accurate description.
They were in a woodland cabin, covered up to halfway above their head in a blanket and laid across a small sectional sofa. Shifting to look around and extending their legs straight caused their lower legs to dangle off of the small sofa.
“Oh good,” a scruffy voice he didn't recognize called out, “You’re awake.” Removing the blanket off themself letting it drip off the couch they sat up. A man with blue hair in military attire was leaning against the wall beside them. “Name's Guest 1337,” he pushed up to a stand addressing himself. “Stay calm, kid. You're probably confused and scared,” Two Time had no reason to be afraid, this was all part of The Spawn’s plan, “There are others just beside the room. We awoke here a while ago with no memory as to how and have been trying to figure out where we are ever since. You’re actually the last one awake.”
They had noticed the other voices just right on the other side of the wall now that Guest mentioned it. Tense, slightly panicked and awkward. Forced to cooperate with each other to figure out what was going on. They were already starting to miss the sanctuary, as well as the presence of… No. They had achieved respawn, even with the guilt gnawing away at their heart. The members had said The Spawn had been pleased at their devotion. It wasn't a mistake.
A large rough hand was placed on his shoulder when he noticed they were spacing out, “You alright, kid? All of us here want to make sure we've got each other's backs. We’ll get you home, promise. What’s your name?”
“....Two Time,” They hadn't gotten used to the name rolling off their tongue, even after all this time. They wouldn’t trust this non-initiated. Other members had warned him about outsiders' closed-mindedness when it came to the truth. They just needed to be a bit more open to the word of The Spawn. It was always watching afterall.
“Quiet one, I see. Well.. Nice to meet you, Two Time. Join us at the table, maybe you can shed a new perspective with your ideas.” Guest grinned at him once again turning and meeting up with the other voices. Two Time getting up and following quickly after, he turns to make sure they're following him before noticing a small detail. “Do you not have any shoes?”
…
Two Time supposes they’ve almost never been bothered by their lack of footwear.
“There is no need for concern. It is simply a test of The Spawn!” The other voices chatting seem to have faltered and the heads of other non-initiated peek out into the living room to listen to their conversation.
Guest raised his brow, “The Spawn?”
“Oh yes, The Spawn! He is the salvation to everyone who believes. His love endures in our hearts forever. It simply is a reminder to help our souls cling to the Earth. A cling to the soil to implant our rebirth.” Perhaps Two Time could take a step up from his mission and convert these non-believers? The elders might even praise them for adding new additions to their congregation.
“Interesting, so it’s a religious thing, unlike Shedletsky. You sure you’ll be alright though?” They give an affirmative hum before Guest turns to address the new people in the living room. “Hey guys, kid’s woken up now. This is Two Time, they're not much of a talker. Hey Noob, maybe you two could get along.” He chuckles as a person in the back, seemingly young, maybe even younger than him, gives a small nervous laugh back.
A gray skinned man wearing a hard hat steps aside Guest and places a hand on their shoulder. “Hey buddy. I’m Builderman. We know you're confused and you're not alone. We all woke up here with no idea where we were. But as I’ve stated with everyone else here, let's not panic right now, okay? Promise we'll do our best to figure out how to get you home.” Builderman gives them a reassuring smile, turning back to continue discussing possible ideas to get out of here.
Two Time finds it odd. They came here out of their own free will. Weren't these others also here for something too? Granted, not for the reason they were obviously not being believers of the Spawn but how come they were the only one who knew what was going on?
Before they could even open their mouth to inquire about it, a thought implanted itself into their head.
Don't
Their mouth wouldn't budge, not allowing them to ask the question. Is this the Spectre the Elder’s told them about? Despite not being able to say the words they tuned back into the conversation. “—No need to say that about them. Anyways.. Do you have anything on you, kid?” Guest asks. Two Time didn't need to know what one of the others previously said before Guest defended them. The newly-initiated always found them unnerving. It never bothered them.
They pat themselves down, sure they don't have any on them but double checking just in case.
No, nothing.
Shaking their head in denial, Guest nods. “Welp, you and I are on the same boat. Only ones that got nothing. Alright, we can probably work something out with what we have.” The military soldier shrugs it off.
“Ha, Lady Luck’s not on your guys’ side huh?” A fancy looking man with shades and fedora teases both of them. He rolls a coin around his fingers idly playing with it.
“I don't think now's not the time for that, Chance.” Some guy in a red uniform chided him before Guest assured that he didn't mind and it's all in good fun.
The roar of conversation continued. Everyone was brainstorming and trying to lift up the mood despite the situation. Two Time had to admit, they're a little scared. Being the first time they've been out of the sanctuary in a long while, around these strangers alone by themself.
It’s no matter though. The Spawn is here for their support. They will still make the elders proud. They just had to be unaffected by these outsiders for…
.
They weren't sure how long. Will the Sanctuary get him back? No! How dare they question the Sanctuary! They're to not sleep for two days for this crime.
Ba-dum
It feels like something is squeezing at their heart. Almost like somethings grabbing it
Ba-dum…
The compression gets tighter and tighter-
!
They’re filled with a phantom sensation. The feeling of their heart being pulled out but nothing is hurting them before one blink and they're standing in front of a graveyard.
Jason Voorhees
..What? What’s that supposed to mean?
The sounds of a chainsaw erupts through the air.