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Rays of sunshine enter my room through my broken window. I hate the sun, it always wakes me up while I am laying so comfortable, well for how far you can even call it comfortable. The beds that the Spectre gives us are cheap as hell. I fucking hate that guy. I hate everyone here, making my life miserable in the dumbest ways possible. They genuinely make me want to just blow my head off, but I can’t. I will forever blame my biggest enemy for this: Telamon, aka Shedletsky, aka my creator. If he wasn’t so goddamn selfish we both wouldn’t have ended up in this hellhole. Whatever. There’s no turning back now anyways.
I slowly open my eyes to get greeted by the blinding sun. I need new curtains so bad, but I broke them after losing lms to Shed. I broke my window too. It’s fully his fault though. I slowly lift myself out of bed and get dressed for the day. Not much to put on luckily, otherwise I would’ve lost my mind every morning I fear. I take a quick glance in the mirror, which too is in hundreds of pieces. When is the Spectre going to replace of the furniture here? Or atleast hire like room service. The guy doesn’t seem broke.
I don’t want to deal with anyone in the cabin right now- I need to get to training immediately. Today I have another match and I’m pretty sure that he’s there too, and I absolutely want to destroy him. Sweet sweet revenge… my favourite. I grab my swords from the wall and then start heading towards the training room.
I look at the clock, which is still barely intact. Around 1 hour until the next round, so one hour of training. Sounds good. Maybe I’ll come up with a new strategy to beat up the survivors. Or increase my reaction time even more so I hit some easy mass infections. The thought about the looks of the survivors faces right before their deaths motivates me to start training usually. Those pitiful looks are what drives me.
Not 30 minutes in my training session I get disturbed by C00lk1dd entering the room. He’s giving mixed looks of anger and sadness. Probably lost his round, lol. Can’t wait to hear him complain again… right. He walks up to me and, of course, starts complaining immediately.
“1x!!!!! Two Time bullied me again ☹️ WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Sigh… the cultist again I see. I really can’t be bothered with an even sadder 9 year old, maybe it’s best to try and comfort him so he’ll shut up. “And what did they exactly do to you then.” “So you see…..” he sniffs, trying to get his words out. “I was just trying to give my dad a hug.. since he was in the round too.. and then I almost got to him but then they backstabbed me and he managed to teleport away :c. I didn’t find him after that since guest kept distracting my minions and everytime I saw a glance of him I got stunned agaaaaaiiinnnnnnnn… also when I finally completely tagged Two Time they entered their second life and I couldn’t find them back either. And Elliot then-” I swear if he doesn’t shut up soon I’m going to lose it. Losing one round can not be this serious, please. No 1x, he’s just a kid, don’t hurt him. We’re all in this hell together, and he’s the one who deserves it least.
The full entirety of the 30 minutes remaining were full of C00lk1dd’s sob stories. I couldn’t focus on training at all. 5 minutes before my round started I left the training room and started getting ready for the match. I really hope I won’t end up like C00lk1dd. Maybe I should target that cultist, before they mess up my bit with Shed too.
Planet Voss… not the worst map. There’s not much leveling and not many looping spots, beating Shed should be easy. I start off with an unstable eye and run towards a group of survivors, but before I can even arrive to them, I feel an agonising pain in my back. I let out a scream and look behind me to see who the hell did it, and of course. Two Time. Guess they’re the first to die then. I pull myself together and start running after the cultist.
After a painful 1 minute chase I finally have them one shot. They missed nearly al their stabs and only landed one frontstab, not enough to gain their second life, how pathetic. I catch up to them easily and kill them. That look in their eyes… soooo good. Alright now, where do we have Shed.. and the others… none of the survivors even tried to help Two Time get out of the chase, which is really odd. Whatever. Not my problem. I use my unstable eye and to my surprise all of the survivors are together… in a corner… dancing… sigh. I’d be a fool if I didn’t try to mass infection them. I line up my attack perfectly and start winding it up, then shoot the projectile with all my speed before running after it.
Sadly most of the survivors dodged it, only Chance got hit, leaving him on 1hp from all his gambling. I ambush him and kill him on the spot, letting the other survivors run away giggling. I keep my eye on shed and when the kill is done I immediately start heading his way.
It doesn’t take long for me to get close to him. Shed has this addiction of running into corners and trapping himself, fucking dumbass. I work him to the ground, lift my sword to right above his face. He’s completely trapped. “Any last words, Shedletsky?” I ask him, looking at him with disgust, while he looks back at me like a fucking clown, giggling n shi. “You know whaaaattt…. I’m not even mad. I like the fact that you killed Two Time first, you should do that more often. Seems like we both dislike the same thing anyways, or in this case, the same person, am I right, creation?” He dislikes Two Time? Do more survivors dislike them? It do would make sense why they usually get little to no help in chases. But the fact that Shed doesn’t like them bugs me. “Me and you, are NOTHING alike, Shedletsky. Now GET LOST!” And with that, I slice off his head. It rolls away from his body. I don’t have time to think about the information I just got, I’ve got other survivors to kill.
It only took about 2 minutes to wipe the other 5 survivors out. It really seems like they didn’t take this match seriously at all. Of course it was my round. I hate them all so much, I hoped that they would put up a better fight. Even Elliot threw the pizza in a corner on purpose, that really shows what kind of match that was. Whatever. After the outro plays I get teleported back on my bed in my room, as usual. I take a moment to recap the entire match really quickly. Two Time definitely wasn’t in this whole party being, poor dude being left out. Not that I could care any less, I would leave them out too, but I’d do that with everyone.
I suddenly remember Shed’s last words. He was grateful for me killing Two Time first, how could someone even say that of their own teammate? What’s even worse, he used the fact that we apparently both dislike them. Which is true but, I don’t want ANY agreement with any of Shed’s statements. In fact, this statement could even bring him some harm… he’s always tried to get me to talk to him even though I’d rather shoot myself than have an actual conversation with him. I jump out of my bed, as a genius idea just entered my brain. THE plan to get revenge on Shed… now just to find a way to talk to that cultist…
Waiting for my next round is a pain in the butt. I have to wait for EVERYONES TURNS. I don’t have time for allat, but the Spectre sure does. It could take days, weeks even before my next round. The only thing I can really do is just sit and wait, and gather some ideas on what to do once I achieved what I need. I’ll just go outside for a little, just to catch a breather. I also don’t want to hear Noli complain about sucking. See, that’s some motivation to touch grass.
I like to stroll next to the river in the small woods on the island. I know the survivors cabin is on the other side of the river, somewhere behind all the trees. I could of course just go there and speak to them, but what’s the point. I wouldn’t be able to do what I actually want to do, so I’m not going to. I reach my spot of destination: the fully West Point of the river. I like to chill here when everyone is pissing me off, which is like always, so I’m here pretty often. Listening to the water is just so calming… it is the only thing to calm me down really. I could sit here for hours- days even if needed. After about 2 hours of just sitting there, I decide to go back to the cabin and maybe train a little, rest a little, whatever. Maybe not train- I don’t want to deal with crying C00lk1dd again. I’ll just lock my door or something… I’ll see.
I wake up to, indeed, crying C00lk1dd noises. Seems like he lost again, what a pity really. His moves have become way too predictable, and he’s way too obsessed with 007n7. Means it’s time to get ready, for an eventual match soon. I once again head to the training room for the 15th time today. I trained non stop, till clock finally showed that it was my turn. Oh as I’ve been waiting for this, PLEASE Spectre give me a DECENT map…
It’s the work at a pizza place map, again not the worst, not the best. Let’s just try to find Two Time as fast as possible. Luckily, I can just use unstable eye, which is what I will do. Seems like they’re all alone again, perfect. I start heading towards their location in rapid speed.
It seems like they aren’t in their best state today. Their sloppy movement and awful stun attempts leads them to be an easy prey, but I’m not intending to use them as extra time… yet. Due to their reckless pathing they end up cornered, in the back of the map where, before the pizzaria got destroyed, the delivery trucks usually were at. It’s a perfect spot. I press them aggressively onto the wall, having one of my swords pressed against their neck so they can not escape. It’s almost like I can smell their fear, or maybe it’s because their cat ears are drooping down. I wish I could wipe that ugly ass smile of their face though, it’s making me unpleasant as hell- whatever. That’s not my problem right now. I look them dead in the eyes as I’m going to give them my so called order. I’d like to call it an order, not like they would have that many options. They seem like the type to obey to them too.
“You. I need you to go to the river in the woods outside your cabin and then follow it to the full east. 2am midnight. Don’t be late. Understood?” They nod enthusiastically, like a child who got told if they shut up they get free candy. Just as pathetic as I expected. I release them from my grasp and decide to just let them live until lms and start hunting for the other survivors.
I ended up killing everyone flawlessly, obviously, so lms came quite fast. Two Time still wasn’t in their best state, I mean makes sense knowing the state I left them in. I whisper them one final “be there” before slicing their head off and getting sent back to the lobby. I swear if they leave me down, I will target them in every round from now on.
I’m a few minutes early to the meeting place. I like being on time, cause Telamon was always late for everything, and I’m nothing like his ass. The sound of the river and the fact that I put my tail in the flowing water makes me feel completely zen. Not sure why this exact spot is the only place where I ever feel like I can just feel something different than only anger, but I really can’t be bothered to figure it out. Suddenly I hear branches breaking on the other side of the river. It must be them.
Out of the bushes on the other side comes a twotimely shaped cultist. They just stand still on the other side. I can feel them staring. I turn my head towards them and obey them to get to my side, so I can trap them incase they’re planning on doing some dumb shit. 3 seconds after the order I have a soaking wet Two Time standing next to me. They didn’t even think twice and jumped into the river. Something tells me that I shouldn’t be too worried about them following my next order too.
“I didn’t know the killers lived on the other side of this-” “Did I say you could speak?” I cut them off, leaving them perplexed. It do makes them shut up, which was my goal sooooo… I’m not complaining. I move a quarter to the right and tap the grass besides me, signing them to sit next to me on the ground. They immediately pick up the signal and sit next to me, keeping their distance though, I can’t blame them for that. It’s insane how obedient they are- as if they’re a fucking dog on a leash, I mean technically they’re a cat, but still. I could definitely make good use of that.
“I need you to do me a favour.” I start our conversation. They stare at me with those big eyes of theirs, head slightly tilted to the right. It’s like I can see the question marks above their head. “You know Shedletsky right? My creator, my biggest opponent… your teammate?” They nod. “You know how I hate him to the core, right?” They nod again. “In one of my previous rounds he told me that he dislikes you like the way how I dislike you, and said we were alike in that. I don’t want to be alike him one bit so not even on that front, also I want to annoy his ass with that information. He’s been trying to get me to talk to him but obviously I don’t want to cause he sucks but he doesn’t fucking listen to me. What I need from you is that you act as if that we’re good friends or maybe even more than that. Just for fake though- I still don’t like you. But it’s definitely worth to see the look on his face. You understand? Or do I need to explain it again slowly so that your slow ass brain can process all the information it has been given.” They just sit fully still next to me, not a single emotion showing minus that one creepy smile that always sticks to their face. “You can speak now, I suppose. So, do you understand?” “Yes I understand…” “Good. Now, I suppose we need to build up a small bond anyways, otherwise you’ll just piss me off the entire time. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”
That question was… probably a slight mistake on my front. They talked about a full hour about their cult, and asked me thousands of questions, from which I only answered like 4. I told them a bit of what I expected from them and they told me they wouldn’t complain about anything I did to them. They’re genuinely the most selfless person I’ve ever met, nothing like Telamon. They also told me that they, from their perspective out of the cult, see me as a demigod due to the fact I can summon my minions from dead bodies, which is probably why they’re being so obedient. I highkey wouldn’t mind having a worshipper… sounds badass.
After around 2 hours I got annoyed of their voice and told them to go back to their cabin as I wanted to sleep. We agreed on meeting here once every Tuesday night, in order to discuss about stuff (mainly on the survivors side). They wave me goodbye as they vanish back into the bushes after another short swim in the river. I don’t wave back. My head hurts from all the shit they just told me in the past 2 hours. I silently make my way back into the killers cabin and head towards my room. 5 minutes later I lay in bed, think of my achievements of the night, and then fall asleep quite quickly.
Rays of sunshine enter my- wait. That’s how I started this story. Whatever. My round is next up- and I can’t help but feel a little excited to put my plan into working frfr. The look on Shed’s face will be legendary, I just know it. As the countdown ticks down further and further, I prepare myself for the upcoming my match.
Bloodfell Manor… I personally quite dislike this map. Pretty sure the Spectre only made it to show his appreciation towards his little femboyfriend Nosferatu, pretty much sums up why I even hate it in the first place. Eugh whatever, time to use unstable eye. Seems like Two Time listened to my instructions and is close to Shed. I start sprinting towards them, and immediately lock onto Shedletsky once I arrive.
It was one of the easiest chases I’ve ever had with him. He missed his slash from close by, which made me able to land a full mass infection on him. I chase him down in order to finish it off, Two Time standing close nearby, witnessing the entire thing. They hold on to their dagger tightly, not making a single movement towards hitting or attempting for a backstab, in fact, they’re actually cheering me on. Shedletsky doesn’t quite understand the situation yet, the poor thing. He keeps telling Two Time to stun me, but they don’t budge. After a few seconds I work him to the ground, sword in his face again, ready to be finished off. I can sense that Two Time is standing right behind me.
“Hey Two Time buddy pal friend now would be a great time to use your dagger, don’t you think!?” Shed stammers, trying to get Two Times attention. “They’re not going to help your pathetic ass, accept it. Besides, they would never hurt their own buddy, isn’t that right, Two Time?” I see Shed’s expression shift after I said those words, exactly what I hoped would happen. He stares at Two Time in disbelief, hoping they would prove my words wrong, but instead Two Time hands me their dagger. “I would never hurt my friend… not again…” they say, nearly whisper. Before Shed can blurt out another word, I use Two Time’s dagger and pierce it right through his heart. MAN that feels good. After the deed is done, I return Two Time their dagger. “Thanks. Don’t think I’ll go easy on ya in lms though. And stay away from my spine.” And with that I run off.
Without Two Time breathing in my neck constantly the round goes very smoothly. It surely is a big difference when you’re paranoid of continuously someone being behind you. Shed wasn’t the only one who is surprised by Two Time acting passively, only doing generators, but not having done a single attempt to stab me yet. Seems like those 2 hours have raised them well. In lms they did put up a good fight, but I ended up killing them in the final 10 seconds anyways. It nearly looked like they let me win on purpose, but they probably just sucked.
After that smooth match many more followed. Two Time really carries the survivor team, and how I mentioned before, not having the paranoia of someone backstabbing you every second makes a huge difference. And of course- every match included some Shedletsky bullying. It was different every match. One was just Two Time fiddling with their dagger during a chase, one was me giving them pets whilst Shedletsky was watching, one was them complimenting me on my kill, another one was them genuinely blocking the way and they once even let themselves get killed so that lms could start with 007n7, since there were only 15 seconds left on the clock. The survivors started to catch on what was happening, and they bought it. They bought the whole friendship act, and it annoyed Shedletsky SO much, it felt GREAT. From disappointed stares to angry comments about me not wanting to talk with him but do wanting to talk with a cultist made me feel awesome. The feeling of finally getting that sweet sweet revenge on him… that what I’ve been waiting for. It was almost that I started to feel comfortable around Two Time… for real.
Wait, what? What are you thinking, 1x? They’re just your partner in crime, your vessel, your worshipper, not someone you should like hanging around with. I shouldn’t like hanging around with anyone anyways. It makes no sense, I’m the literal creation of hatred. Although I did notice I’ve become a little sloppy during lms lately. I always let Two Time live for lms, in trade of them helping me. I’ve been missing nearly all my projectiles, and once they hit it doesn’t feel as satisfying as it used to. Yet I somehow still always manage to win my matches- their movement has worsened too. Directly jumping into poorly aimed mass infections and recklessly running through poison water, as if they wanted me to win. Every hit, every bit of damage, every second ticking down to the end of the round feels like pain with them. Every ending of our conversation during those Tuesdays nights feels like a knife stabbing me in the heart. Being alone on that spot doesn’t bring the vibes as it used to be, only with them there, I feel at peace at last. With them… with them? Shit.. it can’t be…
My mind is racing. Could I actually be enjoying my time with them? I think back to all those Tuesday nights. How they’ve progressively become more a friendly meet-up than just discussing stuff. How I’ve been answering all their questions honestly, letting them play with my hair and me petting them whilst they purr. Even that one night where we didn’t say anything at all, and just stared at the moon whilst leaning on one another till they fell asleep. How our positions have changed, from distant to nearly touching legs. How our moods have shifted, from me directing their every move to just having normal conversations with eachother. All the pieces that I didn’t know were there suddenly clicking together. All those moments- shit.. what was this feeling..? Surely isn’t my usual anger or hate… it feels… warm… and uncomfortable. It’s like what I feel at my spot but 100 times stronger. Two Time you prick.. you.. you.. god damnit.
This Tuesday night feels more unsettling than usually. It’s 1am, an hour earlier than our first meet-up. We kind of both just started showing up earlier and earlier which lead our interactions to get longer and longer. I stare down into the river, wondering what to tell them, or to even tell them anything at all. Before another thought could enter my mind, they have already taken place next to me. I turn my head to look at them and they answer with that dumb smile of theirs. I can’t help but notice my heart skip a beat. I look away before they notice that I’m not feeling like myself right now. Maybe I am feeling like myself.. it just feels so wrong. I think they noticed that I’m not feeling alright.
“You’re not usually this quiet.. is there something bothering you?” I ignore them. It doesn’t feel right, yet I don’t feel like responding. They’re what’s bothering me, but not on the way they think. Are they feeling the same as me? Oh my god shut up 1x, this isn’t you. Act normal they’re just some dumb cultist who’s helping you get revenge on your mortal enemy. Keep you head cool, breathe in breathe out. Keep normal. “I’m.. fine.. don’t worry about it.” “Alright then.. as you wish.” God the silence is so loud. The tension in the air feels enormous. We’re both just staring into the river, listening to the sounds of the streaming water. I focus my gaze onto them, seeing if I can pick up any emotions on their side. Their tail is waggling slowly, they’re still rocking that smile they always have. I can hear soft purrs come out from their direction, legs swinging quietly. I only noticed around 2 weeks ago that they don’t have regular feet but kitty paws. Helps them stay stealthy, they told me. For the rest I don’t notice much difference from other times. Hmm… what if I…
In a swift move I place my hand on theirs, keeping an eye out for what their reaction would be. By the feeling of my touch they slightly flinch, legs stop swinging, tail stops moving, their ears stand straight up and their smile somehow disappears off their face for a second, leaving a shocked expression. They look down at their, well, our hands and then look up at my face. I can’t help but notice my heart starts to beat faster. After a few seconds their tail starts wagging in a faster phase than before, their headwings and cat ears twitch happily and their smile reappears on their face. Either I’m hallucinating, or their face has gained some blush and they started purring louder. I couldn’t help but stare. It was like something was forcing me to look at them. That dumb face of them… god it looked so cute from close nearby. I can feel my cheeks getting warmer by the second, which is very unusual since I’m mainly used to cold temperatures. They feel so far away. I need them closer. I need them on me, or below me, it doesn’t matter. I need them. I need them so bad. Eugh… screw consent. We’re in hell after all, I NEED to kiss them so bad. Plus, I’m the fucking creation of hatred. I can do what I want.
Before they could even realise what was happening, I had already pressed my mouth against theirs, pulling them as close as possible, using all my strenght to hold them. They didn’t resist one bit, wrapping their hands around my body as well. It felt so good, hell it felt even better than getting that revenge on Shedletsky. Their purring has gotten super loud, and I can feel their tail wagging faster and faster, hitting my hand which is wrapped around their waist. For the first time in ages I’ve lost control over my tail too, as it is wagging slightly. It feels so weird, yet surprisingly comforting. I don’t want to let them go. It feels like they don’t want to let me go either, but their air is noticeably running out, so I release them from my grasp, though still not fully satisfied. I want more, I NEED more. Their face is completely red and they’re gasping for air. Right… poisonous saliva… forgot about that. They look so weak, so vulnerable.. just as how I like them most. I grab their cheek, rubbing it with my claw. Their skin is so incredibly soft. They reach out to my hand that’s holding their cheek and look me right into my eyes.
“May I.. get… another kiss.. please..?” Maybe they’ve been just as down bad as I was. It doesn’t matter, all that matters is that they’re here with me right now, and they require my affection. For this once, their wish is my command. I throw myself on them and start kissing them everywhere. Their mouth, their face, I even tore their scarf off to reach their neck. Kissing doesn’t feel enough. Before I know it, I’ve dug my zipper-like teeth right into their neck. I can hear them release a little squeak whilst they tighten their grip. A lot of blood comes out of the wound. It tastes very good.. maybe just because it’s theirs. I lick it all up until the last drop left the mark, then create a new one on the other side of their neck. The bites create toxic greenish spots of where my teeth sunk into their flesh, they’re probably infested with poison too. Well, they aren’t telling me to stop. Seems like they’re enjoying it too.
I stay ontop of them for… I’m not even sure how long. Every second in their presence feels like I’m high on drugs. After a bit they started to look a little whiter than usual, so I stopped with kissing and biting them, I probably inflicted too much poison onto them. I don’t want to get off them, I don’t want to go back to my bed and not see them until the next round and even then for only 4 minutes. God I hate them… I hate them so much. I genuinely left bite marks everywhere… their neck, their arms and even on their torso. I don’t know what came over me… this isn’t who I am. It’s so weird so odd but, it felt so good.. so right… Their presence feels unreal.. eughhh I’ve said all this earlier. I don’t want to let go. I need them to stay. Stay forever, stay for a bit. Just stay with me.
We’re still just laying ontop of eachother next to the river, Two Times hand slowly stroking through my hair. Their heartbeat calms me down. Their purring has never been louder, yet they’re on the edge of death due to the inflicted poison. “I-is this all still an act.. from your side..?” They ask me. Their voice is shaking. “You tell me, I’m just following my instincts… though I do have been seeing forwards to leaving you in a state like this one day.” I tell them, laying closer to their face. “Me too…” they respond quietly. “So this means we’re official then? The first killer - survivor couple?” I ask them, to which they enthusiastically nod. We ended up staying along the riverside for the full night.
It only took 2 seconds for the other survivors to figure out what our current and new bond is. Those bite marks apparently don’t vanish within a day, also we both couldn’t resist kissing the second we saw each other in the following match. Instead of meeting up every Tuesday night, we spend every day next to that river. It has become our spot, but after rough nights I now usually take them back to my room to sleep, lays way better than the forest floor. What started as a revenge plan grew out to something I could’ve never imagine was possible. I obviously still hate everyone and everything, they just make stuff so less worse. And after all, I don’t hate them anymore. In fact,
I love them.