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"Darling, please, for all Spawn stands for, drink the soup."
A certain botanist pleaded to them, a spoonful of soup raised towards their mouth with a steady hand, the liquid barely dripping.
They woke up with a slight fever, and ----- had become extremely worried, fussing over their every move and treating them like a fragile glass artifact held in a museum.
One cough? He was there. Spawn forbid they gagged, they'd have a hand on their head in no time, asking if they were okay. It was almost overwhelming, almost.
The corners of their lips curled downwards into a small frown, turning their head away from the utensil, refusing. Their throat hurt too much to speak, so they replied on body language for now.
-----'s smile faded, becoming something more sad, disappointed perhaps.
"Please Nightshade?" He tried once more, setting the bowl down to carefully cup their face in his palms, redirecting their gaze back towards him.
They felt terrible for making their beloved upset, it didn't settle well inside them, ate away at their conscience and left nothing behind.
Their hands were warm against their skin, comforting. It wasn't a kind of love they deserved, but Spawn was still merciful enough to grant them.
They sighed, moving away from his touch hesitantly, placing their hands around the bowl, feeling as the heated exterior seeped into their veins.
They raised the spoon and made themself down the contents, avoiding the strong urge to cough.
It was worth it in the end, to see their partner's expression light up, as the smile returned to his face.
That face haunted them now, appearing every second they closed their eyes. It was in their dreams, pleasant or uncomfortable.
He told them he loved them, even as he bled from the wounds they'd inflicted, draining the warmth they once yearned for.
That was the greatest mistake of their life, losing the one they loved most.
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Two Time woke up feeling quite lightheaded, to the point they couldn't walk more than 3 steps before stumbling. This rightfully got the attention of Guest 1337, who insisted on watching over them.
They didn't even know it was possible to get sick here, but it also made sense. The Spectre thrived off their struggle, why not let them fall ill? It only provides more entertainment.
Anyways, they were not doing well, if that message hadn't been delivered already. Guest was looming over them every second he could, just like ----- used to.
The soldier did his best to be as much as a father figure to the survivors as he could, with a few exceptions of course. Shedletsky could care less about his attempts, Builderman was the oldest there, and well- Dusekkar was a special kind.
A hand was pressed against their forehead, snapping them back to the present moment.
"Sorry," he apologized, surprisingly sounding guilty as he tugged his hand away, "I didn't mean to wake you up."
Two Time hummed, their throat immediately protesting against the vibrations. Oh Spawn, their throat hurt.
Their nails dug into the scratchy fabric of the couch cushions beneath them, a glass being nudged their way.
They took it gratefully, desperate to soothe the ache. The contents definitely helped, being a heated tea that numbed the pain.
Guest glanced towards the old grandfather clock and frowned. "A round's about to start," he announced, "I'll find you as quick as I can."
Just as he finished, the scenery changed around them, and they were now seated on the grass, the cup they once held gone.
They groaned in frustration, pushing themselves up to their feet. Their vision began to blur, and they felt themselves tip forward, straight into another survivor's arms.
"Woah there- careful," Chance spoke, allowing them to lean against him, awkwardly patting their shoulder.
How embarrassing.
They shivered, pulling away from him, yet still kept a hold on his bicep in case they dropped again.
"You doin' alright?" the gambler asked, tilting their head, unused to seeing the usually unstable, psychotic cultist so... what's the word? Docile? Sure, that works.
"I am.. just fine!" Two Time replied with a forced smile, their tail twitching with the lie.
Chance didn't seem so convinced, but granted them peace by not asking anymore questions. Thank Spawn, because Guest finally rounded the corner, and they were back to being babysat.
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The killer selected didn't do much that round, just chased a few of them then gave up rather quickly, only landing a few hits on Elliot before the timer hit 0 and they were all sent back to the lobby.
Two Time felt even worse than before, their head spinning. Their limbs felt heavy, hard to move, but they made it to the couch and fell down, taking deep breaths.
Inhale, exhale. The fog in their brain didn't lift, it felt as though it got heavier.
Guest was at their side in an instant, a warm hand grabbing their jaw and tilting their head up. They felt a damp cloth pressed against their forehead, almost relaxing.
They could rest, just for now.
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