Work Text:
A piece of chocolate cake lies on the plate in front of them, a gift from the being keeping all of them here. The whole team had been doing exceptionally well in rounds recently, and the being decided to reward them. Likely to increase morale, considering how depressed robloxians here get sometimes.
Nobody really knew if it was a trick or not. Though, everyone was tired and decided they might as well take the chance. Mostly everyone, anyway. Noob and 007n7 didn't eat their share; noob was too afraid of the idea of side effects after eating the cake and 007n7 just didn't really eat in front of others, if at all.
Two Time didn't like Noob much. They overthought things too much and it made them become extremely overbearing when the other starts to worry about someone. Constantly telling you doing something wouldn't be a good idea, that something bad was going to happen, trivial things like that. They know these things that Noob says, as they experienced it. It's definitely gotten them killed in rounds before where they could've survived just fine.
Not to mention the times where they'd been interrupted—mid prayer, mind you—by them just for them to talk about useless things like sewing, parties, and this friend of theirs. They only talked about that last one if they were already a few bloxy colas deep. Two Time had no idea what was in those, as the ones in rounds seemed to be entirely different. They didn't think about it too much, however, as it was just another fact of life living in this reality. Or hell, as some chose to call it.
A particularly loud crash echoes from the kitchen and snaps Two Time out of their daze.
"Shit!" A voice yelps, one they recognize to be Elliot's. The healer in their group. "Uhh… I'm fine, guys! Just dropped something!" He calls out to likely reassure everyone, and it's like putting a little bandaid on a deep gash. Almost everyone is already concerned.
"Y' sure you don't need help 'n there?" Builderman asks, already halfway out of his seat. The man was like that, always ready to lend a helping hand to anyone. …Almost anyone. 007n7 was still on thin ice with him. It was like that with a lot of the admins. Two Time could relate, as it seemed Dusekkar held a particular disdain towards them and their faith.
"Yeah, I'm okay! Thank you, though." At Elliot's words, Two Time watches as Builderman seems to reluctantly sit back down. They avert their gaze as soon as they make eye contact, though. The others didn't like when they observed, so they had to be careful to not be caught. "Nothing shattered or anything, it's fine. I'll be out there in a sec', okay? Almost done." They slowly release the tension they held in their body after that loud sound, and it seems the others at the table and around them do as well.
Many go back to talking with one another, and soon after Elliot comes out of the kitchen to finally have a slice of cake everything's back to how it was before. They stare down at their plate, poking it a little with their fork. It's still decently cold, somehow, despite it sitting here for a while. Just like themself. They've eaten about… two thirds of it, and they must say it was excellently made! The Spectre must've been quite skilled at baking, they supposed.
Though Two Time just doesn't think they can eat the rest of it. They've been sitting here staring at their plate and observing the others for a while. A lot of the cake had an abundance of icing on it, which at first tasted amazing—as it was a taste they didn't get to experience a lot—but later on was just… too much. It felt like when they ate it, little by little, the taste and sugary flavor of the icing was stuck in their throat, in a way. They could almost say they wanted to vomit, but that wasn't quite right. It didn't encapsulate what they were feeling correctly.
They exhale shakily, putting down their fork finally. There's no point in continuing to hold it if they aren't even going to eat the rest. To the right, they see Shedletsky seemingly approaching them for whatever reason. They would sigh in displeasure, but that would be quite rude. The Spawn would certainly dissaprove of such behavior.
"Hey, Two Time! You gonna finish that?" He's not-so-subtly asking for the rest of their slice. His stance is friendly, almost relaxed, as he has his hands in the pockets of his shorts and a certain… allure to him. They don't know what it was, but they felt drawn to him sometimes. It was fun observing him. Ah… they should probably respond to continue the conversation; the faster they satisfied Shedletsky's needs the better off they would be.
"No, I do not believe so." They watch as he seems to perk up, along with the wings attached to the sides of his head. If they weren't so tired, they would find it quite fascinating. "Would you like me to remove the parts I have eaten so you may have the rest, admin?" They're already moving to grab one of the clean forks sitting in the middle of the table, as they would want someone else to do for them. Two Time definitely wouldn't want to bite the same part where someone else has, whether directly or by silverware it didn't matter.
"Yeah, sure, man! 'Preciate it a lot." He smiles and Two Time just nods along. They're a bit confused on why Shedletsky continues to call them that, as they've all had discussions on what others would like to be called, but at this point they're used to it. It's just another nickname, in a way, that's thrown around casually. Nobody really bats an eye at it, especially because it's Shedletsky. They would, perhaps, comment on his greed or even chastise him in their thoughts for his actions if it weren't for the fact that they really didn't want to keep staring at the cake any longer.
They carefully cut off any parts where they'd eaten the cake with their fork that now lies abandoned, sweeping the remnants into the corner of the plate. Once they deem it suitable for anothers consumption—though they knew Shedletsky really wouldn't care and just wanted more cake to stuff in his mouth in a record time—they give it to him. He graciously takes it, head wings perking up again. "Thank you so so so much, Two Time! I owe you, dude." They give him a smile as he goes to sit back down next to Builderman, talking loudly as the grey-skinned man just shakes his head after looking back at Two Time.
They breathe a sigh of relief, though Elliot seems to be eyeing them weirdly after that. Confusion and a wave of what almost feels like guilt washes through them.
"Not hungry, Two Time?" The main healer asks, tilting his head. Chance glances their way, and the pressure they previously felt is now doubled. They valued Chance greatly, as every time they got to talk to him it lightened up their day. They'd tell such extravagant stories, even if many of them described egregious sins. It was so interesting, they couldn't help but listen. They didn't want to lose that connection now. The resemblance of companionship. "Two Time?" They hear Elliot, worried, call out their name. Luckily he isn't as loud as Shedletsky, or he would've drawn everyone's eyes to them. If they weren't looking already.
"No, not particularly, healer." They tilt their head as he is, smiling as they usually do. It seems to weird him out, almost, as he winces and draws back from where he was leaning on the table a bit. "I do appreciate your concern, the Spawn would be pleased at your display of kindness!" Their tail wags slightly, as they know their statement to be true! Perhaps the Spawn could forgive them for their lies that they've told today later…
"If you say so." He sighs, slowly going back to talking with Chance. He doesn't stop glancing at them, they notice, even as they get up to go back to their shared cabin with 007n7. Elliot seemed to be the only one that even noticed them getting up.
Oh well. It's only small bump in the road. They'll find a way to curb his worries soon. They didn't want him fretting over them like Noob did. The mere thought sent a shiver down Two Time's spine. They approach their cabin, tail swaying as they walk. May Spawn bless them and gift them a better tomorrow.