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Two Time refuses to sleep.
They’ll never go to sleep, especially when that nightmare of killing Azure keeps coming back. It flashes through their memory like whiplash, every single time.
It’s saddening how they did it for a second life, only for it to be a hoax. Whatever, at least Spectre granted them the second life. It’s always been like this.
Sleep is a painful yet beneficial experience.
Two Time wishes the nightmares stopped for a while. Too bad they can’t forget it.
The voice of Azure faintly keeps calling out to them, it’s like he finally came back to life.
It’s alright. They’ll pray until they forget the memory.
Why did you do it?
Two Time regretted their own decision. Perhaps if they had thought twice about it, Azure would’ve still been alive. Think about it, he would’ve stayed with them. But no. After all, there’s always a bad situation in each tale.
A field of bluebells surrounds the cultist.
They’re all blue, just like the sky. Two Time smiles. Instead of that cryptic, creepy smile, it’s a warm, genuine one.
Something shatters.
The sky slowly breaks, tearing apart the cheerful environment. The flowers are now wilted, and they see a purple shadow. Blood pools from the shadow.
Purple light emits from it, a hat, almost like a witch’s, is worn by the perpetrator.
Two Time recognizes the person, and squints their eyes from the bright light.
“..What have you done..?”The shadow mutters, a pained expression on their face.
They slowly disappear, and Two Time is dumbfounded. Ah. Right. Azure will never come back.
Blood is smeared on their hands, a dagger laying right beside the corpse. Despite Azure’s efforts, it seems he has failed to escape Two Time. Two Time shakily reaches for the dagger, ignoring their bloodied clothes. Azure is gone.
The cultist wakes up, their forehead drenched in cold sweat. Two Time breathes in and out, trying to calm down. The dagger is on the bedside table.
It’s almost like if Azure’s blood was still on it.
The voice of Azure is faintly calling out to them, and Two Time, well, is simply used to it.
I’ll be waiting for you, Two Time.
The stinging words never left their mind, even with every distraction they could possibly conjure up in their mind.
Two Time’s manic smile never changed.
It’s time to stop sleeping. Again.