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~`Twotime’s POV`~

It was a stormy and gloomy night in the survivor’s cabins. I sat alone in the cabin I resided in, normally Chance was in the bed to my left blabbering his mouth off, but now he was off talking to Shedletsky while they played some random board game, awaiting the next round.

I decided that a small walk in the woods would be a nice counter to the sulky reality of this god forsaken [NAME DROP!!] place.

I walk in a seemingly straight line out of the bedroom and into the hall of the cabin, the surrounding walls a pinewood that was barely being kept together on its own - despite that the space was pretty clean, thanks to Chance hating bugs and having a dedication to keeping any possible spiders out of the cabin. I walk on the same pinewood, decorating the floors and squeaking with each step I made, despite how featherlight I tried to be.

Once I reach the door I brush my hand over the cold metal door handle before tugging on it and opening the door with a solid click, stepping out into the small porch of the cabin and exhaling lightly.

The sky was dark as always. The spawn couldn’t bless us with sunshine in this hell ? How new.

I spotted Builderman out of the corner of my eye, he was seemingly making some sort of trinket. I tried to approach him but with how focused he was on his craft I didn’t want to bother him too much. The other survivors already thought I was weird and unconsolable . .  Azure would never think that, would he ? I proceeded to walk on the muddy nature floor toward the fence blocking the cabins away from the forest, leaving my thoughts of Azure behind alongside Builderman.

I’d taken many walks through the forest before, despite the sort of cake monsters the spectre planted in an attempt to keep us in our cabins, but I’d never traveled beyond these woods and was curious as to what I could find.

I jumped over the fence a few construction workers had built, though the two had a few choice words to shout at me as I walked past the brutalising cake monster: It seemed more focused on them than me anyways.

The moment I got far from the two I was engulfed by fearmongering shadows, eyes blinking at me from every dark corner a tree didn’t selfishly cover from my view, growls and gargles from far cake monsters: overall not the most pleasant place to have a walk in.

The woods reminded me of Azure - or more so how I thought Azure would be after what I did . . oh how sorry I am . . it was for the spawn though . . anything for the spawn . . they gave me my second life so Azure’s death and his blood on my hands was worth it, right ? Right, SPECTRE ? Would Azure ever forgive me if he knew why ? If he knew how much it hurt me ? If he knows ?

How  pitiful, yet entertaining - ???

I shake my head, brushing the existential thoughts away and realising I’d been walking aimlessly while dissolving even more mad than I was the previous day . . or whatever I thought was a day.

I looked around, and to my left there was a wheat field sprawled for about an acre with a big willow tree and a small pond next to it: a beautiful spot to rest, along with the lack of cake monsters.  It seemed like an amazing spot to relax without feeling dread for the eventual time I’d need to see Azure again, in the REAL afterlife or in this hellhole.

The walk to the willow tree was short and not memorable at all, the moment I sat down near it, head on the trunk and hand lightly grazing the surface of the pond I forgot about everything in this place: truly relaxing for once.

Until I heard footsteps.

Loud, ear piercing footsteps.

And . . jazz ?

I whip my head around to the source of the sounds, far into the opposite woods. My eyes scan the seemingly empty darkness before spotting a ruby shine from . . MAFIOSO’S EYE ? ? ? HOW WAS MAFIOSO HERE ? ! IS THIS WHERE I DIE ? ! AZURE MY SWEET I’M COMING WITH YOU ! !

~`Mafioso’s POV`~

I was just walking to the familiar field I thought only I knew of. A short walk I’d memorized and enjoyed many times while waiting for what seemed like ages to finally be the killer in a round.

The stroll was peaceful and enjoyable, though at one side of the forest there were . . cake monsters ? They always went for me like juicy meat and nothing worked to defeat them, not my sword or my goons' brawn, so I just decided to stay away from their side.

BUT.

When I was walking to the familiar wheat field I heard my chase theme start playing, at first it was barely noticeable until the jazz was practically straining my ears . . actually the song wasn’t that bad, just annoying.

I look around, trying to find the reason why my chase theme was playing when I wasn’t around a survivor . . I couldn’t be around one . . I was supposed to be alone.

Then I hear a little squeak, clearly involuntary, out of pure shock and fear. My bunny ears perk up to the sound as I lift my fedora out of view to spot . . Two-time.

How underwhelming.

I wanted it to be Chance.

But I’d rather die than admit it.

Despite that, everything else seems dull until the only thing I see is Two-time staring back at me in pure fear.

That fear-laden stare is what made my feet move on their own. I didn’t want to hurt Two-time and I wouldn’t. I wanted to help. Something was wrong.

~`Twotime’s POV`~

He was walking towards me. Feet thumping with purpose and heathers moving away as his tall frame tore through the piece of the field. My heart raced faster with each one of his steps, my mind racing beyond belief.

It felt like I blacked out, because when I was conscious again he was already next to me and I could breathe his expensive cologne. The jazz, now fading, was only adding to my growing panic attack.

~`Mafioso’s POV`~

The poor kid seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness as I approached. By the time I was near them I could smell their fear and feel how violently they were shaking.

I crouched down next to them and put a hand on their back, rubbing comforting circles on their back. I hummed gently, trying anything to get them stable enough to talk.

I shouldn’t pity them.

I shouldn’t empathise with them.

I shouldn’t be comforting them.

I should be killing them.

Hurting them.

But I couldn’t.

And to hell with the spectre if it thought it could make me.

~`Twotime’s POV`~

He was comforting me. His comfort felt like Azure’s. Azure should be the one comforting me . . And yet . . I felt safer near him.

Near the killer who has hurt me and hurt other survivors countless times . . The killer who has hurt my only friend in the survivors, Chance, even before this hellhole . .

But I feel safe.

I’ll talk to him.

I need his advice.

And I need to know what’s happening with Chance.

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~`Twotime’s POV`~

I leant my head on his shoulder, he felt so stable and calculated . . Like a father. That’s why I found him comforting, because he felt like a father to me.

That thought alone brought me to tears, let alone Azure . . The loneliness . . And possibly worst of all, how he hurt Chance.

~`Mafioso’s POV`~

They started crying, delicate and soft tears. I was pretty sure they didn’t even know they were crying into the fur of my coat.

‘Everything is going to be alright, kid.’ The first words either of us spoke. Reassurance, comfort, understanding and curiosity all at once.

I heard them trying to slur out a pathetic answer around the lines of ‘It’s not okay . .’ Just that made my blood boil.

‘It is . . and you’ll feel better if you just talk t’me, kid.’ I spoke softly near their ear, my accent still thick and palpable in my voice. My hands rubbed their back gently in soothing and repetitive circle motions, letting them feed off the warmth of my body as they sobbed pitifully and squirmed in discomfort from my weighty arm.

‘I . .’ they began, voice quivering and mind spinning ‘I loved him . .’ I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from asking who ‘I loved him, yet I hurt him . . for the spawn . .’ The image felt clearer in my mind. I knew Two-time was a dedicated believer in /the spawn/ . . whatever that was. 

All I knew was that it was in a cult Two-time was and is in that believes in earning a second life.Which explains why Bluudud can’t stop whining about them respawning mid round since he pays no mind when two-time sneaks up behind him and stabs him. [all the killers have back pain cause of bro frfr]

~`Twotime’s POV`~

I felt so much guilt. It was all I felt. Constantly. But now ? It was suffocating. I felt guilty for what I did to Azure, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that it was validated . . that he would forgive me . . I never believed myself. And now ? I was melting into the comforting embrace of a killer, just because I missed my lover so much.

Mafioso wouldn’t understand. He could never understand. Could he ? No matter how much I talk about it, no one will understand. They’ll alienate me even more. I’ll suffer more.

I was never meant to speak of this. To show it to anybody.

And now the steady and seemingly emotionless presence of Mafioso was all I had to cling to. Even if I wanted to tell Chance about all this . . The guilt on my shoulders . . He would just turn me away . . Because I’m like him.

Like Itrapped.

Like the person who never cared for Chance. The man who betrayed him with a darkheart in his hands.

I did the same thing to Azure.

But I cared.

Chance would never understand how much I cared.

~`Mafioso’s POV`~

They stopped speaking, stopped crying, no movements at all. It admittedly scared me. I didn’t care about anything around me. Not the rustle of the willow tree’s branches, not the ruffles of the pond’s surface, all that was here for me was Two-time and the desperate need to help them. [maternal instincts core]

I gently shook them out of their trance [so depressed bro disassociated] and they blinked their tearladen eyes open, looking at me in a way that could’ve made me burst into tears myself if I didn’t need to be strong for them.

‘It’s alright, kid.’ I spoke softly, trying to fake confidence that wasn’t there, in reality I was just a panicking mess. ‘I’m sure whatever you did to this mystery boy can be forgiven’ shit was I wrong to say that.

‘I killed him . .’ OH FUCK YEAH I WAS WRONG HOLY SHIT UHH BREATHE MAFIOSO BREATHE

‘Why . .’ I asked almost breathlessly, I definitely did NOT imagine THAT for what Two-time had done. But now knowing better their guilt was validated, but forgivable . . maybe.

‘For the spawn . . For my second life . . But what if this is all a lie . . What if his death was pointless . . It can’t be pointless . . The spawn is real . .  IT HAS TO BE’ they kept rambling, voice growing more croaky and stressed by each word, but at least I knew what they were thinking and could piece something together. It was better than silence.

‘Was this mystery boy a believer of the spawn too?’ maybe if he was he could understand.

‘Yeah . . His name was . .’ two-time paused, looking into what seemed like nothing ‘Azure.’ [FINALLY BRO][WHY DID IT TAKE YOU 12 PAGES TO SAY HIS NAME][TWOTIME WHY]

I let my gaze wander to where theirs did. The wheat and heather stretched not too far beyond where the cake forest [get it cause of the cake monsters] stretched on. Two-time seemed calmer so I decided to feed into my curiosity.

‘What’s after that forest there?’

‘The survivor cabins’ GOLD. GOLD. I REPEAT GOLD. I CAN TALK SHIT OUT WITH CHANCE wait how would i do that

Two-time immediately put a hand up to their mouth and turned to me, panicking again ‘Don’t you dare go there’ ‘Got it boss’ I chuckle a bit. It felt nice talking to Two-time like they were a real person and not just a ball of guilt and pressure.

They paused again, this time looking to their right pocket where they kept their dagger. ‘Do you think Azure could forgive me?’ they muttered ‘Of course he could. And he will.’ I spoke with more confidence, because I knew that if this Azure boy didn’t forgive Two-time I’d give him a mouthful of my blade.

Two-time gave a small smile, but it was real. Not the one they put on for show so nobody would ask if they are okay. A real smile.

Then they turned to me, a playful little glint in their eye . . oh fuck no.

‘So . .’ they began and I already felt myself go stiff. IF THIS WAS ABOUT CHANCE I SWEAR TO SPECTRE -

‘What happened with you and Chance?’

I paused, practically petrified by the mention of Chance. I didn’t know why I felt like this or what this was. Because one day I felt absolutely mortified by his presence and another I craved it like my life’s purpose . . and some days it was both. This day was one of them.

Two-time seemed to notice the shift and added something ‘I mean before this happened’ i swear an angel gained its wings

‘Oh.’ I gave a little sound of recognition before opening my mouth to speak . . or ramble more so. ‘Chance used to be a friend of the family before he won a rigged game in the family owned casino and stole the prize-’ ‘Didn’t he win it?’ Two-time interrupted and I let out a disappointed sigh . . Why did everyone say that? [CAUSE ITS TRUE YA BULLOX]

‘The prize was never meant to be won, but since Chance SOMEHOW won it with Lady Luck straddled on his hip, it was technically stolen.’ Two-time gave a little groan, clearly not understanding what was unfair ‘So that got him in trouble with the family and in debt with us. He didn’t understand why he was in debt and didn’t return the prize’

‘Did you ever explain what he was in debt for then?’

My blood went cold. I asked myself if I did, if I ever explained to that dumbass what was wrong with the situation . . I never did. 

‘So I’ve been chasing a dumbass around without him even knowing why?’

‘Yeah pretty much . . Chance’s like that.’

‘How would you know?’

‘He’s my roommate and my only friend here. We talk a lot.’

‘Can you tell him what the problem is?’

‘Guess I owe you something.’

‘WAS THAT A YES?’

~`Twotime’s POV`~

I could’ve just laughed at the situation . . This was so much more comedic than my situation. Instead of laughing in the dangerous mafia boss’ face I turned to the pond and washed my dagger in it slowly, as if leaving the memory of this very dagger being covered in my love’s blood along with the water that splashed it slowly.

‘I suppose I’ll get going now, no?’ I ask, clearly holding back laughter with my sarcastic little comments. ‘I suppose so. Plus I need to deal with Bluudud’s back pain.’ Mafioso answered and glared at me. We both knew that Bluudud was suffering because of me.

I grinned devilishly, picked up and sheathed my dagger before walking into the now accordingly named ‘Cake Woods’ to get back to the survivors cabins, drag Chance away from his board game and tell him how stupid his soon-to-be lover was [WINGMAN TWOTIME 5 EVA].

Mafioso also walked off but in the opposite direction into an equally terrifying forest, covered in eyes watching my every move like little hunters . . How creepy. He didn’t seem to care as he waltzed through the terror with his poker faced grin back on and he was steady again.

I’ll be back after the next round for good measure . . Maybe we can talk again.

Maybe this can actually be fixed.

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~`Twotime’s POV`~

The walk back felt relaxing, and reminded me of Azure still . . but in a good way. Suddenly the moonlight made the tree’s leaves shine perfectly to illuminate the forest floor, though there were no little wildlife creatures and only low growls and gargles of the cake monsters it still felt like a forest - or as forest-y as things could get.

Each step on the forest floor made the leaves below crackle and the blades of grass weave suddenly to accommodate the pressure from my foot. Each rhythmic step and breath felt like they were bringing me back to earth, until I got to the fence again and the construction workers yelled again.

I forgot how miserable it was outside of that field.

~`Mafioso’s POV`~

The walk back felt like a fever dream. All that was on my mind was Chance. I couldn’t hate him anymore and let that possessiveness I had for him before blossom completely, thinking about anything and everything related to him. It felt weird but I embraced it. The thoughts about how he used to genuinely smile when he spoke to me, the way he carelessly laughed when he was drunk out of his mind, how he always made time to talk to Elliot . . Everything was so  . . cute. He was cute.

After I made my Einstein level conclusion I heard a scream, not so much pained as it was panicked and excessively high pitched with a weird sort of filter on it. Great. Pr3typriincess. How amazing. [She interrupted the gay panic]

In moments I see a pink-colored flesh-like hand poke out of a bush and then followed by the rest of her, a diamond shaped head with a darker pink bow on the left side of her head and of course the blaring "team pr3typriincess applications open!" on her shirt . . Wait . . Where’s her little sword thing ? A specter ? Scepter ? No clue what it is but it was gone.

‘MRRR MAFIOSOOOO’ she screamed. Why did she scream? She's right in front of me . . ‘BLUUDUD TOOK MY SCEPTOR ! !’ I roll my eyes, but glad that I know what it is instead of thinking she has the spectre in her hands.

 ‘Can’t you get it back on your own?’ ‘NOO CAUSE HE’S BEING MEANNNN CAN YOU HELP MEEE MR MAFIOSOOOO’ I would’ve blasted her head off by now if she wasn't a child. I still have morals, man. 

‘Why do you need MY help when Bluudud is the exact same as you and you can just wrestle that wand out of him?’ ‘IM NOT HERE TO CAUSE CHAOS! 226w6 INTENDED FOR ME TO SPREAD PEACE AND LOVE, NOT THE CHAOS BLUUDUD IIIISSSS’ Wasn’t that her parent’s name? Why do all the parents here have weird names?

I sigh, annoyed that I had to deal with this. Actually, my boys could deal with this. ‘I’ll get Consigliere to help you’ ‘Who was that?’ pr3typriincess seemed to quiet down [stopped screaming] when I said that I’d get someone to help ‘One of my goons, I’ll tell him to get that wand of yours back’ ‘YAY!’ she gave a happy little squeak and waddled out of the forest, leaving me there with a flip phone in hand struggling to explain to Consigliere what I just witnessed and bound his day to.

~`Chance’s POV`~

Uno NO MERCY with Shedletsky. It’d been 2 hours. TWO WHOLE HOURS. I had 8 cards and Shedletsky had around 7 by what I could tell.

But the good thing about uno no mercy is . . there’s a LOT of plus cards. And Lady Luck didn’t only bless me with me gambles, but apparently uno too. 4 +10 cards, 3 +4 cards. And I had a plan.

Shedletsky looked at me with pure fear, he knew, I knew, the world knew.

I lift one of the cards dramatically and his face scrunches before I even place it on the stack.

BOOM ! +4. If you’re thinking why I didn’t use the other cards, so was Shedletsky. His relieved sigh echoed through the tense and silent living room of his and Builderman’s cabin. But he didn’t know what was coming as he lifted his own +4. We all know that’s his only one.

ANOTHER +4. Now it was +16, aimed at Shedletsky. He still kept smiling, but deep inside I knew he was struggling.

I grin at him, aggressive [AND VERY PLATONIC] tension in the room getting higher with every placed card.

‘Is that all?’ Shedletsky asked, signature silly smile still on his face - as if he thought that the game would round back to him winning. But the games never did. 

I nod. For now that was all, the color was red and I’d drained 2 of my cards. I was down to 6 and Shedletsky was up to 23. 2 more cards bound to his name and it would all be over. The game ends when someone gets to 25 cards or someone gets down to 0.

My only normal card was red. And I planned to keep the color red and finish off with my cheeky red 7 [Heh get it?]. Shedletsky ripped into a piece of his fried chicken before proudly placing a +10. Oh poor Shedletsky. The stack only had 6 +10, which means that Shedletsky has a max of another +10 while I had four. If you didn’t know, once you place a plus card you can’t place one that's lower. THIS was my master plan.

+10 FROM ME. Shedletsky shriveled back and didn’t respond, neither pulled a card, knowing I had more. THIS was my victory.

I placed another 2 down at once. ‘So you won again, huh, Chance?’ ‘What if I add salt to the wound?’ ‘Do your worst.’ That was what I wanted to hear.

Another +10 ‘Uno . .’ I said aloud in a malicious and knowing tone before I placed my red 7. ‘And I change the color to red . .’

‘So you had a plan this whole time?’

‘Oh please’ I chuckle, voice burning with sarcasm and confidence. ‘ This is way easier than playing cards in the good ol’ casino.’

‘Will Lady Luck ever stop kissing your a-’

I put a hand over his mouth, cheeky grin still there before I got on my feet and my footsteps thumped on the wood floor as I walked out. Shedletsky clearly wanted a rematch but I’d gotten too bored. Without a proper goodbye I left the cabin with a solid click of the door handle and a chilly breeze hitting my face.

I look around for another survivor, then hear the annoyed yells of the two construction workers near the forest.

YAY TWO-TIME’S BACK !

I rush over to them, shoes making a weird squelching sound in the mud. Once I got to them I gave probably one of the biggest bear hugs I’d ever done.

‘Where’ve ya’ been, buddy-bro?’ I ask politely, smile real and up to my ears, voice leaking with pure joy and bliss. ‘I was taking a walk through the woods.’ Two-time responded like they always did, voice smooth and seemingly controlled. I knew something was up with the cultist but I didn’t want to ask and pressure them.

‘Aaandd what happened during the walk?’ I ask cheekily, clearly trying to fish out more details from them. ‘I found a field past the forest.’ they answered blankly ‘Oh that’s cool ! You can take me there sometime !’ they nodded slowly.

‘Hey . . While I was out I was wondering about something . .’

‘Oh ? What was it ? C’monn tell me ! !’

‘What’s going on with you and Mafioso?’

The silence after that felt deafening. The words were caught in my throat. Why ? Because I never knew what’d happened. One day we were talking like friends and the next I was indebted to him . . With what ? Was it the game I won in the casino ? But I won that fair and square ?

‘So you don’t know?’ I shake my head. ‘Well I talked to him’

. . .

‘YOU WHAT ? !’

~`Twotime’s POV`~

I jumped back immediately, definitely not expecting that answer. Chance seemed angry and concerned at the same time, but his fists bawled angrily despite the fact I knew he’d never hurt me.

I sigh softly and place a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. ‘Mafioso said that he took the prize you won from a rigged game as something you owed him and needed to return. He thought you just didn’t want to return it despite the fact that you didn’t need it. I asked him if he ever explained that to you and he answered that he didn't, so I assumed you didn’t know about the debt in your past.’

‘. . .’

‘He isn’t mad at you about it.’

‘. . .’

‘Nobody’s mad at you.’

‘ . . . Thanks.’ Chance smiled at me, tension dropping ‘I suppose he won’t want to whoop me the next time he sees me’ I laugh ‘Who knows? Maybe after this round we can go to the field together and see if he’ll be there.’

‘Oh yeah we need to play that game.’

‘Did you seriously forget about it?’

‘Yep ! But I beat Shedletsky at uno’

‘That’s amazing. Now let’s get ready to whoop the killer’s ass together’

‘Oh you bet!’

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~`Chance’s POV`

Me and Two-time proceeded to walk hand in hand to the main survivor’s cabin. The walk there was short but meaningful to us both at the same time.

Once I got there I realised that all the other survivors were already there, including Shedletsky, and they were already looking at me and Two-time crooked. I parted from them and sat on the nearest couch.

‘So what’s with the glares, mate?’ I ask, face plastered with a grin, while Elliot was looking at me with his jaw dropped. ‘FUCK HAPPENED BACK THERE?’ Shedletsky scream-asked, but he was only concerned, not angry.

‘You must’ve heard, by the blessing of the spawn you still have ears, no?’ Two-time asked, face emotionless and unreadable. How scary.

‘I DID BUT WHY DID YOU SPEAK TO A KILLER ? !’

‘Better to speak, by spawn’s grace, than be killed.’

‘WHY DIDN’T YOU RUN AWAY ! ?’

‘Because there was no need to.’

Shedletsky gave an annoyed grunt and turned away from Two-time, this time he was angry.

I was planning on speaking, but the timer ran out. We had around 2-3 hours between rounds [unlike ingame, they actually have lives] and this time had ended.

It felt like I’d been swept off my feet, while my eyes were a witness to Bluudud wrecking Natural Disaster Survival . . Great. It’s Bluudud’s turn.

Suddenly, I was in Yorick’s resting place. Spawned in the graveyard [how ironic]. Everything felt different, colder but warmer than usual. I flicked my coin a few times, rerolled, health was ass . . That pattern lasted for around 3 rerolls until I was satisfied with the outcome.

I crouched down in front of the nearest generator and got to work, connecting wires, tangling some in another, but in the end the generator was buzzing back to life.

I got up and started wandering around aimlessly, the ground being harsh and the grass being a tug away from death. While I was focused on the GRASS of all things I didn’t realize my feet were leading me to the poison river until the smell of it hit my nostrils, gladly I managed to back up from it though . . But the round had been boring so far and a minute and a half had passed

Weird.

~`Twotime’s POV`~

I’d spawned right in the manor of the map and walked to a corner, grabbing my dagger out of my pocket.

My heart ached.

But I had to do this ritual.

Or else Azure’s death would never truly have mattered.

IT NEVER HAS - ? ? ?

The ritual was painful to do, but eventually I tugged the dagger out of the ground and placed it back in my pocket, grip loosening but not enough to count. I walk to the generator to my left, footsteps still light despite how much I wanted to stomp angrily.

The generator took little to no effort to finish, being done in about 10 seconds - but taking around 20 off the timer. 3 minutes out of 4 and nobody was dead, my best guess was that someone else had done a generator too.

But with one objective cleared I decide it’s time to shine. Dagger in hand, heart in pieces . . I had to do it. Not just for the spawn. For my friends.

~`Mafioso’s POV`~

Everything was peaceful. Too peaceful. The spectre hadn’t messed with me. I could peacefully think for once, even when I was thinking about Chance there had yet been no complaints from the upper creature.

Until now.

It started with little comments that I heard almost as whispers in the wind. Rather pessimistic whispers . .

THIS WON’T WORK - ? . . SPECTRE

HE’LL ALWAYS FEAR YOU - SPECTRE

I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER - SPECTRE

It felt unnerving. Every time I got some peace I’d hear IT. I dreaded its putrid whispers that would plant seeds in my mind of doubt and agony . . It can’t be true . . Everything was going so well . .

The spectre can’t manipulate this . .

Right ?

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hey guys . . just saying that for the delay in the chapter it WILL be longer than the others [im nowhere near done and its as long as the first chapter so expect a BIG BEEFY ONE by the end of this]

ill be kind of busy next week with exams so ill try to get the chapter out by sunday

bye lovelies <3

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~`Twotime’s POV`~

The round with Bluudud had gone shockingly peaceful. Bluudud didn’t want to kill anybody . .

‘I don’t wanna play tag!’ Bluudud whined. If only it was just a game of tag. With that he’d ran off into the distance, near some corner where he could draw with a stick on the harsh nature-immitating floor.

That was the whole round summarised. But when we got back to rest everything felt off. Like there was a new presence here. I was probably acting a fool though.

~`AZURE???’s POV`~

Things felt cold again. Cruel again. My vision was blurry and I felt a hardwood floor beneath me, shocked shuffles of people and sudden gasps.

My vision felt normal again and I was looking at unfamiliar people, most inhumane in a way. But recognisable from WANTED posters.

The infamous 1X1X1X1 . . God even thinking about that MONSTER gave me chills, let alone seeing it in front of me.

The god Noli . . Words cannot describe him.

John Doe . . The man who had gone mad over the loss of his wife.

They spoke and spoke but I tuned them out, focusing on myself in a close mirror . . I looked like a monster. Like them. I hated it. I looked so different from before . . And the most confusing thing was . .

I didn’t long for my lover.

I used to long for them.

But all I felt once I tried thinking of them was malice.

I would NEVER truly hurt them . . Would I ?

But now that’s what I seemed to want.

Would I soon lose this longing for Two-time and hurt them completely ?

This isn’t me.

~`Mafioso’s POV`~

A new killer. Great. Right after Noli [WRITTEN AFTER THE NOLI UPDATE IK GUEST666 IS HERE HE’LL JUST BE HERE OUT OF NOWHERE] there’ll be a new bother . . But there was something different about him. He reminded me of someone. Someone in a photo that I remembered barely . .

Was this Two-time’s lover ?

At that question I rose from the couch and walked up to him, he was just looking at himself in the mirror - he was one of the killers whose appearances had changed drastically and almost monster-like.

His skin was mostly black, apart from the glowing purple torso, which had around four black slimy tentacles growing out of it like something that wanted out. His purple eyes were as piercing as the ones on his hat, a hat resembling a witches with burning purple features engraved on it . . I swore I saw those eyes blink at me, as if mocking me for my approach.

He seemed to be dissociating, looking straight into the mirror with a face I could only describe as purely petrified. He didn’t even look alive, if his skin wasn’t black he’d probably be going pale. His breathing was raggedy, he was shaking . . It was a pathetic and sore sight.

Though, since recently I’d been acquainted as the new comforter I decided to help . . Well as much as I could.

I put a hand over his shoulder and tried leading him out of the room with all the other killers, since I figured that’d also be something pressuring him, but he didn’t budge. Didn’t move an inch.

If being gentle wouldn’t work I’d resort to something else. I grabbed the entire width of his arm with one of my hands and forcefully dragged him away and out of the room, to the cold and still rather pressuring outside. At least there was some fresh-ish air out.

I saw him flinch at the cold air and his eyes swell up with tears . . Why would he be crying ? Well maybe because this was overwhelming him . . Maybe telling him that Two Time was here would help him ?

I cleared my throat before practically whispering ‘You know Two Time is here, right ?’.

Wrong choice.

He burst into broken sobs, clutching onto me like a lifeline, his legs were shaking - likely from the pressure of bawling his eyes out. He was mumbling something under his breath that I couldn’t quite make out but I could feel the emotion behind it. Rage. Terror. And . . love.

What a mix . .

‘Everything is going to be alright, kid . .’ Classic phrase. I shook him a bit and tried to sound as reassuring as possible. ‘HOW COULD YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ? HOW COULD YOU KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS ?’ Azure screamed in confusion - he didn’t know, I didn’t know . . And hell I needed to stop involving myself in messes like these.

‘I spoke to them, Azure.’ He’d paused, then looked at his hands like he didn’t know what to do with himself. The face on his hat morphed into a frown and I could practically hear the lies the spectre was spreading like mold in his mind.

‘I know what they did to you, Azure.’ I spoke a bit louder, hoping I was louder than the satanic echo of IT. ‘Don’t listen  to that voice, and that’ll be a start, alright?’ I tried to give him clear instructions through this, the same had happened to me when I first got here - though not as complicated because Chance didn’t backstab me . . theoretically he did but he was just being stupid.

~`Azure’s POV`~

YOU SHOULD HATE THEM - SPECTRE

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID TO YOU? DO YOU REALISE HOW LITTLE THEY CARED? - SPECTRE

THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. HATE THEM! - SPECTRE

‘I should hate them . . I do hate them . . But I want everything to be like how it was . . Can that happen here?’ I was speaking softer and pathetically - which made me want to throw myself off a cliff the moment I finished my sentence.

The stranger in front of me looked at me with pity. He didn’t know either. I want everything to be back to normal again . . I was happy with my last memory being that meadow with nightshades, where I’d turned to them to show them a bud that reminded me of them . . But I felt pain. Pain for loving them. I didn’t see their smile that day. But they saw mine.

‘I can try to fix it.’ The stranger spoke, taking me out of my thoughts and making me realise I’d been crying like there’s no tomorrow the whole time.

‘But I . . They . .’ The stranger just patted my back, assuring me. It felt so natural. Maybe my afterlife could be happy with Two-Time . .

‘Y’know, kid, that lova’ of yours was persuaded into sacrifisin’ ya’ ‘cause the cult’ He was speaking with a thicker accent, due to him pulling out a FUCKING CIGGARETTE AS HE SHATTERED THE VIEW OF MY EX-LOVER. But despite how internally offended I felt I focused on the information . . -

Two-Time was convinced into doing this.

‘They neva’ wanta’ kill ya’, kid. They were told ta’

‘. . .’

‘They still love ya’

‘. . I guess forgiveness is probable.’

~`Chance’s POV`

The air was chillier. The forest seemed colder. The other survivors seemed more distant . . Like the world knew something we didn’t - but our subconscious was affected by it already . . Strange.

Two-Time had gone to our cabin, so I decided to do the same.

I hummed a tune from a foggy memory as I made my way to the door of the main cabin. I turned around to the rest of the survivors -

Elliot sat on the pathetic excuse of a couch, looking like he couldn’t handle life anymore. Eyebags bigger than the gravitational force of Shedletsky’s asscheeks, light in his eyes - gone, shoulders hunched like he didn’t know what a normal posture is . .

Shedletsky was at the ‘stage’ and was talking loudly into the microphone that wasn’t connected, while Builderman sat beside him unphased - like this had been his everyday even before being forsaken.

007n7 was standing by the grandfather clock, looking at it tick - I would’ve gone up to him and striked a small chat before leaving the cabin, but Guest 1337 did that the moment the thought crossed my mind.

Dusekkar and Taph were somewhere upstairs by what I remembered - I didn’t really note what they were doing while I was gambling at the slot machines.

Noob was nowhere to be seen - they were probably sulking in the shared cabin with 007n7. Why was Noob always so sad and scared ? I had no clue.

With that analysation of their situations, I clicked the door open and stepped onto the patio of the main cabin - the wood shrieked as I walked on it, like it was begging for mercy . . What an old patio.

The dirt I walked on was dry yet puddly at the same time . . It was kind of gross to walk on.

Finally, after what felt like forever of walking on gross puddles, I got to the entrance to my cabin ! Hooray !

. . .

. .

.

No hooray.

Two-time was crying.

The fastest moments of my life were me practically barging the door down by opening it [that'll creak forever now], sprinting down the hallway like it's the Olympics and shattering the possible sustainability of another door - this time the one to our room.

. . .

I just stood at the doorframe in shock, watching Two-time - who was pathetically curled into a ball on their bed and sobbing into their knees, look back at me with a face more akin to *CAN A PERSON CRY IN PEACE FOR ONCE*

After a short moment of interpreting the situation, I rushed over to them and gave them a hug.

Just a hug.

No questions.

No ‘What’s wrong?’.

Just showing that I care.

HAAH NOT FINISHED I GOT A BIOLOGY TEST I NEED TO STUDY FOR