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It was a Cold Dark April night in the specter's realm. At least that's what everyone thought—it's hard to keep track of time here, given how days blend into each other. say for when new people arrive but that rarely happens, We turn our gaze
to a group of survivors playing poker. Chance, Two Time, The Stupid Annoying Chicken Eating Guy Shedletsky, And Vee. "Well I'm out :( " Said Veeronica, setting down cards onto the table. "Serves ya’ right, " Said Chance, petty from his past losses
To Vee. Their last game forced him to fork over 7 bullets. Now it's down to Two Time, Chance and The STUPID. CHICKIN LOVING PIECE OF SH- *Ahem* Sorry about that. . .-and shedledsky. It's a tense game, it always is given how these three are usually the
last ones standing during poker. "Well I don't know about you but~I'm going all in" Said Shedledsky with his stupid chicken eating face. "Oh are you?" Said chance who would respond by calling shed's bluff. "these two are idiots" Thought Two-
Time however they wont say it out loud because personally they dont care enough either. plus for once luck is on their time, a full royal flush. "Wha- How! Those cards aren't even in the Deck!" Yelled Shedledsky. "Well I'll be damned." Said Chance.
"By degree of the spawn, Read 'em and weep you two." Said two times, who was unusually sane. "I'm impressed, Timey" said Shedledsky, who would get a dagger thrown into his food. He deserved it anyways.
Several Rounds Later <3
As I struck DOWN the last survivor with my blade, I relished in their pain. For it was I 1x1x1x1, who has finally achieved victory, Or at least this time. "who knows how long until that THING resets this place, and revives them including. . . Him." I said the last word with
Disgust. The night is unusually quiet tonight, something I'd never really cared for. But I have extra time, it seems as if the 'Round' has yet to end? this hasn't happened before, I know I killed the last survivor. . . right? That was until I Saw, THEM. The beautiful non-binary I want to kiss sloppy style TwoTime. That deranged cultist who always lingered in the back of my mind, flashing images that brought unsettlingly pleasant chills through my spine. The familiar sound of the angelic hymn that came with that mosquitos second life was almost as second nature as my hatred of the yellow chicken freak—better known as Shedletsky. God I hated Shedletsky.
Besides the point, the tune of the standard lms played in the background, the sound of the timer ticking counting down the very seconds brings my feet into a familiar rhythm, carrying me across the map at an inrobloxian pace. It didn’t take me long to reach the location of the cultist, readying my dual blades with green corrupted charge—mass infection.
TwoTime, the expectant thing they were, dodged the attack expectantly, that unsettling smile of theirs widening in that sharp grin. “You’re always so.. Predictable 1x1. Maybe that’s why Spawn hasn’t graced you with a second life. Perhaps you aren’t enough. What kind of monarch isn’t worthy of a god like the Spawn.”
TwoTime taunted, their hands reaching for their dagger as they blocked an oncoming slash from 1x1x1x1’s swords. “I care not for petty gods, I care to strike down those in my way. You are in my way.” It was becoming annoying how the parasite managed to read his attacks well enough to block them with such an odd dagger, a barely functional one at that. But to question how their dagger functioned was like questioning how hate gained sentience—blame john shedletsky—which was something we didn’t question; “You going soft on me, now? Perhaps you’ve come to realize how you fare against disciples of the Spawn?” 1x1x1x1 threw an entanglement TwoTimes way, with TwoTime giggling hysterically as the chains from 1x1x1x1’s entanglement grazed across their shoulder, leaving a red cut across the cultist’s shoulders. “Just die already- you’ll respawn anyway. With how pathetic you are, I know you’d enjoy it. Is it devotion, or perhaps your sick, twisted, horrid desires?”
As the two fought, the Spector watched the two in bored amusement. It leaned against a nearby console, and without much thought, it shifted its form. This shift caused an unknown button to be pushed, sucking 1x1x1x1 and TwoTime right when 1x1x1x1 was about to deal the killing blow.
The two rolled and fell onto an oddly rock-less ground, with 1x1x1x1 being pinned beneath the cultist from the sudden shift. Their dagger, pointed at 1x1x1x1’s throat, was the normalest thing that they two would’ve been used to…
However, instead, what broke them out of their thoughts, and what got them to realize they were both bleeding—although while TwoTime bleeds actual blood, 1x1x1x1 bleeds pure venom. That venom also happened to taste like sour candy and a hint of citrus, but thankfully none of it got into the cultists system. It would’ve fully ended their life in a mere 2 hours—but both had bigger worries. After all, they felt an odd shift of the ground waving beneath them, which was almost disorienting at how bright it was outside…
They both, hesitantly, moved away from the other to stand up, a mess of blood and venom where they laid previously as they adjusted to the new source of light and viewed the scenery around them.
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𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 10𝚝𝚑 1912: 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔: 𝚁𝙼𝚂 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌.
The Morning sun was rising over the Ocean, The waves were surprisingly calm The north wind blew over the ship, her massive smoke stacks spewing smoke into the sky it was something neither of the two had ever seen before, all around them were seemingly robloxians in very expensive outfits, one had a lavish lavender dress, another was in a typical suit with white gloves, Two Time and 1x would hear someone should “HEY! YOU! DROP THE WEAPONS!” as two white starline employees draw their revolvers and aim them at the pair, The Two didn't really care, and they weren't gonna give up their weapons, so what if some rich ass fancy smucks had fire arms, 1x1x1x1 was a—previous—4 dimensional being, and he had TWO venomshanks… So he charged his swords and cut through the two employees, grabbing TwoTime and rushing through the ship. Did they know where they were going? Absolutely NOT! But 1x1x1x1 did not give two shits about directions. Meanwhile, TwoTime hid their dagger in their cultist robes, and was unsure to feel about what was basically hand holding. The two would end up meeting a gate, standard issue on ships at the time usually used to trap third class below from the second and first class decks, of course it can be used to catch wanted persons on the ship such as the two, Before 1x1x1x1 could break down the door, he was hit by a gunshot, sure he’s done worse to himself but, it’s still annoying to say the least, after all who do these three dimensional beings think they are? Don't they know who he is? They should be bowing at his feet, not opening fire at him! And he’s gonna teach this smuck a lesson.
1x1x1x1—who had been personally trained by telamon or harbored the same skills shedletsky posed—was a ruthless fighter who lacked mercy. His slashers were ruthless and brutal, with old guns being no match for swords created from s.f.o.t.h. It did not take long for those without such experience to be taken down by the monarch, and upon spilling their blood to the ground, he stabbed his chest and brought the recently slaughtered crew back to life. He commanded them to go back to working and clean themselves up, but having those on the inside would be useful to him in the long run, even if they would pretend to be ‘as normal’ as they possibly could. Robloxians disgusted him, but they were in the middle of who knows where, and 1x1x1x1 would like to be back on land—a sentiment TwoTime shared. TwoTime, who was admiring the craftsmanship of the boat, only felt minor disgust at their surroundings. Non-spawnist sinners with surprisingly good taste were what infested this ship, and yet even though they had to hand it to them, the spawn must have been generous to lend its creativity to non-believers…
The Fine wood Venesta painted white, and it’s spotless too, where ever they are it’s the nicest place two time and 1x1x1x1 have ever been Two Time, being y’know a robloxian might be able to blend in if he steals a suit and he’ll be able to ask Where They are, the thought of which robloxian was blessed enough to be given the ability to make this place, it’s like a palace on the ocean, 1x1x1x1 on the other hand doesn’t think too well of the place, it’s good he’ll give it that but its made by a robloxian. Eugh, disgusting. He wishes nothing but bad luck to this cursed place. From below past the gate comes the sound of cheers and stomping along with music? That is rather strange, perhaps something worth investigating. “Dont tell me you're thinking of going down there.” Said 1x1x1x1, he despises this place, Two Time on the other hand. . . “What? It’s a good chance, spawn doesn’t intend to let me waste such, and hey you could possibly get some new. . .what do you call them, more undead people” Two Time clearly wasn't gonna let this go. 1x1x1x1 let out a long, exasperated sigh. ‘Fine.. But I do not intend to kill in such visibilty. For your information, I do not like being out in the middle of nowhere, and plus the Spector sent us here for a reason.” 1x1x1x1 then looked between him and TwoTime, and before rolling his eyes. “Where are we even going to get clothes? I barely have any, and you have… “ 1x1x1x1 looks over Two Times outfit with a scrutinizing judgemental gaze, “...whatever those are.” Two Time, offended, did not take kindly to this comment. ‘Spawn deems I wear them, and I do not wish to displease our holy Spawn. However, you are correct in that we do not fit in.. But alas, your question is one of utmost importance—we do require proper attire.” As the two are bickering a seamstress walks past with a clothes and towel cart, an easy means of disguise. Two Time Plunges their dagger into the seamstress’s back before 1x1x1x1 grabs something completely random from the car, tossing it at the face of the cultist. “You really are trying for that third life, aren't you? Was 2 not enough?” 1x1x1x1 sneered.
“Oh please, the Spawn only grants 2 lives, and to gain the second you must sacrifice the most dear thing to you. My best friend, my dear Azure, my nightshade.. He was a mere price to pay for my devotion. But he would forgive me, and I’m sure Spawn does too.”
1x1x1x1, who was struggling with not only putting on a suit, but adjusting his domino crown and fixing his long white hair. Two Time, who had more experience in being a functional person—at least when compared to 1x1x1x1 they were not sane whatsoever—had an easier time dressing. Two Time, who could only comfortably fit into a dress due to their tail being unable to be comfortable without a hole cut in the back—and that was a can of worms they didn’t wish to open that night. The dress Two Time adorned, an Edwardian-era gown in a soft blue. The dress itself was flowy, with sleeves flowing over their shoulders. It made Two Time feel oddly pretty.
Meanwhile, 1x1x1x1 couldn’t help but feel self conscious, but he didn’t feel like having a dress expose his glowing chest. Somehow, the suit hid it well, and it was loose enough where it wasn’t restricting. Shedletsky could not look this good even if he tried, and 1x1x1x1 took pride in that. Two Time wondered if Azure would think they were pretty. They looked towards 1x1x1x1, and their grin widened slightly. “You look nicer in a suit.” Two Time has mused, as 1x1x1x1 scowled. “Shut it. I’m only in this thing because I HAVE to be. And I look better than that yellow freak.”
Two Time shrugged. ‘His gluttony sickens me.”
The two spoke of nothing else.
Silence fell over the two.
But if they stood there too long, they’d probably be viewed as odd..
And being near the body of a bleeding person did not do well for keeping their clothes clean..
Two Time tries to figure a way to open the gate before 1x1x1x1 just breaks it open. As the two descend the music gets louder and louder until they reach Third class dining hall, the tables have been arranged into a stage as robloxians from ireblox and bloxland dance on the table as the two both agree it sucks, Two Time looks out a port hole and sees it’s late? How long have they been here? The sun is high in the sky in the afternoon, and since 1x1x1x1 and Two Time are in first class outfits, being in Storage is drawing attention, “Your plan isn't working Two Time.” Said 1x1x1x1 “Well, why wouldn't it? We were all passengers, weren't we? And even if they're non-believers, Spawn wouldn’t have any difference, so why is this not working?"
“Because you aren’t doing something right and even I, 1x1x1x1, don’t know what. Robloxians are so… confusing.” Suddenly from behind them they hear in a very thick accent “Aye lads! You a bit lost?” Said Paddy the Irebloxish immigrant, “Yes, we are, spawns grace. And who might you be?” Said Two Time. “The Names Paddy! And you're in Third Class on the RMS Titanic! The grandest ship in the world!”
“I.. Don’t follow.” Replied Two Time, still puzzled over their location. “In the name of the Spawn, what exactly is third class?” Meanwhile, 1x1x1x1 is practically glowering at the two in disgust, but does not voice his obviously vile inner thoughts.”Ah!” Said Paddy still in the slightly annoying accent “You Two must be stowaways then? Like Davvy over ‘ere! Didn't wanna pay for a ticket?”
“We did not wish to be here, especially not with disgusting beings such as yourself. We only happened to end up here, unwillingly.” 1x1x1x1 spoke up before Two Time did, irritated with the company of annoying robloxions like Paddy. “Well, that's a bit rude aint it?” Said Paddy, “We don't deserve that kind of hate! We're just trying to get to America! But if you want out, you first class stowaway go talk to the ‘ptin up on deck!” Two time turned to 1x1x1x1 as if to ask silently ‘what in spawns name did he say?’ to which 1x1x1x1’s expression mirrored that expression as an answer. What the HELL was a Captain? And what in…
What in Spawns name was a fucking deck? 1x1x1x1 did like the sound of first class, albeit due to the small ego he seemed to radiate.
“Well, I understood nothing you seemed to say, which means it’s not relevant to me. Are you coming cultist, or am I leaving you to rot with the others?”
𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒, 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 12 𝖕𝖒. 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 12. 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊.
Shedledsky, Taph, And Chance are playing poker (once more) none of them have noticed the absence of Two Time (Aside from 7n7 he’s noticed the missing survivor) “Have you guys seen Two time like at all?” said 007n7. “Nope, probably off sulking like usual,” said Chance. “😥👍” agreed Taph, their hands moving to form the ASL required to communicate, which had taken every survivor—minus veeronica and noob due to both having programs/people to have helped them learn—a long time to learn. “Well it means less people to beat in poker a shame, anyways, read ‘em and weep boys” Said Chance as he laid out a full hand of kings plus an ace “OH WHAT THE #### THAT’S BULL####!” Yelled Shedledsky. (Die in a fucking pit you yellow fucking glutton) Talph just didnt say anything as usual. The vibe was just wrong.`
Meanwhile, the killer's cabins had dissolved into chaos. Slasher, the mute boy he was, was attempting to calm down c00lkidd and Noli, who had both become major issues with the loss of the hatred created by the monarch, but without words he could only do so much. Nosfertau—FUCKING KILL YOURSELF’ NOSFERATU—did not care much, sharpening his claws as he leaned against the counter. “He’s fucking gone, whats the issue”, he spoke up, killers being able to swear unlike the survivors. “But uncle 1x… He would play tag with me.. And he was the only one who played fair! It’s not fair!” c00lkidd sulked.
“4nd n07 0nly 7h47, bu7 1 d0n'7 h4v3 4ny0n3, wh0 15n'7 4 k1d, 70 h4r455!” cried out Noli, his one main target gone who knows where.
Guest 666, who also could not speak, could only watch. The giant beast did miss 1x1x1x1 as well, as well as Slasher.
Slasher patted c00lkidds shoulder and pointed to himself, to which managed to signal he’d be willingly to play withC00lkidd. However, Noli… Not so much.
“y0u w0n7 w0rk.”, said Noli firmly, “y0u w0nn'7 5cr34m 47 m3, 4nd y0u w0n7 m4k3 m3 51ck.”
“But uncle Noli”, C00lkidd said, still sad about the loss of 1x1x1x1, “What are we gonna do when 1x1x1x1 is it? And do you think he’s coming back?”. C00lkidd was attached, and while he longed for his own father, he also longed for 1x1x1x1 and the warmth he brought, even though 1x1x1x1 was reserved, closed off, aloof, it was still 1x1x1x1. And C00lkidd liked 1x1x1x1 almost as much as Slasher did. Infact, they were just as good a family as 007n7 and c00lkidd had been before.
Slasher, if he could sigh, would have a long heavy sigh.
The former worshipped but still god was a handful.
RMS Titanic: Boat Deck, First class Deck,
“Im just saying tea is better, It’s been blessed by the spawn-” before Two Time could finish they were interrupted by 1x1x1x1 “I don't believe that, Coffee is obviously superior. It’s bitter and it’s quite good on its own, and lacks the sweetness of leaves. Azure probably might have grown you fresh leaves too. Lucky bastard. Even when not grown fresh, coffee is better.-” Before the two could finish their argument someone with a British accent is heard behind them “Pardon me but may i ask what this fight is about? And why are you doing it outside of the wheelhouse?” said a crew member of high rank
“Because I’m right and they’re wrong. Coffee is superior. Not like you’d know, you’re probably as tasteless as they are.” 1x1x1x1 scowled, not liking an interruption to the argument between himself and the cultist. From the outside, it could seem as if the two were a married couple.
“You are wrong, and by Spawn's grace it is irritating how you disgrace the Spawn everyday. Perhaps this gentleman at least- …Wait, I apologize, but what in Spawn's name is a wheelhouse? I am quite unfamiliar with all these odd terminologies.” “Well” The crew member “The Wheel house is where the captain controls the ship, it allows us to speed up, slow down, steer quite a lot. And as for your argument I personally enjoy a good spot of tea. Now might I inquire about your names?” asked the crew member
1x1x1x1 and Two Time, despite having tried to kill each other hours prior, who despite their hatred of each other were managing to get along, both understood that perhaps giving their true names wasn’t a good idea. In 1x1x1x1’s case, the former had to be sealed away, after wrecking havoc and their creation by Telamon, this marked him as a terrorist.
“You may call me… Monarch.” 1x1x1x1 was not good as fake identities, having been proud of his identity. He did already refer to himself as such, and Robloxians always had such strange names anyway. “And the.. They, next to me.. That's Double Time.. And who are you to demand our names anyway? Traitorous tear drinker.” “I Am First officer Murdoch, Second in command to none other than Captain Smith himself! And you fine folks appear to be on your first trans-altanic ocean liner? Well, all things are sure to go well. I heard that not even god himself can sink titanic!” Said Murdoch
Two Time had to resist the urge to pull out their dagger, clenching their teeth as they tried not to curse out Murdoch. “Spawn could sink this ship in an instant if it wished to, be lucky it does not. We are all lucky to be graced by the Spawn with such a chance to be aboard such wondrous creations. It is only by Spawn's knowledge that you could craft a vessel it could strike down. Do not take the Spawns name in vain.”
1x1x1x1/Monarch looked over at Two Time and nudged them HARD in the stomach.
“What they meant to say was that there’s no way it's that strong.”
“She’s one of the strongest ships out there. Now dinner will be ready soon so head down to your cabins” Said murdoch
Except unbeknownst to Murdoch, Two Time and 1x1x1x1 were NOT actual passengers. And as the two left they were unsure of where they were going to stay the night..
Well, they did have an idea. 1x1x1x1 had an idea.
“Where in spawns name are we going to find a room?” questioned Two Time.
“My minions, obviously? They’re dead, what would they need it for? One of the crew is bound to have a room befitting of you, you maybe, not me, but you.”
“If it is fitting of prayer, it is befitting of I.”
“Yeah yeah Spawnist, shut it. Let's just get going already.” The two would make their way across the deck, the lifeboats swayed slightly, and the cloth overhead hitting 1x1x1x1‘s head a few times. It's slightly windy today, robloxians scatter this deck all rich. A door to a very luxurious room in the ship catches the eye of Two Time, it seems like a quick way down to A-Deck, so 1x1x1x1 and Two Time would enter The grand staircase and just before they can head down, trumpets are rang “Dinner is ready” Said a Server to the two, Who weren't exactly interested in dinner, but as to not raise suspicion they decided to head down. Once in the First Class Dining hall, the most amazing food they’ve ever smelled would be on platters—creme brulee, Roast, Potatoes, Grilled Mutton Chops, the entire works, and the Finest Silverware In all of Robloxia. At the head of it all on one of the largest tables, talking to the richest of the rich, is Captain Edward Smith.
Two Time, who had been in awe, couldn’t hold back their words as they looked around. “Oh Spawn, forgive me, but how beautiful this ship is—but it cannot bear close to your beauty. Oh Spawn, dear spawn, let me bask in this greatness only for tonight.” Their eyes fell onto the Captain, noting his importance. They remembered that they weren't sure where the ship was going, and so they, while dragging 1x1x1x1, moved closer to the Captains table.
“You. You’re the captain of this ship… Right?” He scowled slightly, but Two Time was too enamored with the scenery to be of any use—and they should at least know where the ship is headed, since they knew nothing about the Titanic. “Where is the ship going exactly? I might have forgotten over…” 1x1x1x1 paused, his voice straining from his lie, “My excitement… It’s an experience, I’ll give it that. ”
“Well fine gentlemen, I would be the captain and this ship is trying to make New Blox by Wednesday Morning” Said the Captain “Now why don't you two go sit down?” The Two moved to an Empty two seater table, with Two Time struggling to sit down in a proper manner. The pair got weird looks from those around them, since both, despite their clothing, did not change the peculiarity of the pair.
The two silently stared at each other, awaiting dinner.
Two Time spoke first, “The interior is quite grand, befitting of the Spawn, wouldn’t you say?”
“I dislike it.”
“Figures, you wouldn’t appreciate a thing. But unlike you, I can at least complement things when they deserve to be.”
“The great Monarch can give compliments! You’re just undeserving.”
“Oh really?” Two Time asked.
“Of course I can!”
“Prove it then, highlighter. Prove it to me and Spawn.” Two time challenged 1x1x1x1, and for a moment the two stared at each other.
1x1x1x1 then, begrudgingly, groaned in displeasure as he forced the compliments to leave his mouth, it almost being a strain on 1x1x1x1 himself.
“You aren’t… Horrible. You aren’t boring and you aren’t as predictable as the others.”
“Spawn's grace, was that meant to be a compliment?” Two Time asked, clearly displeased with the attempt.
“IT MEANS YOU DON’T BORE ME”, shouted 1x1x1x1. The moment those words left his mouth, many eyes glanced towards the pair, staring judgementally.
There was a very long silence, as 1x1x1x1 flushed a bright green. Highlighter indeed.
Two Time grinned towards 1x1x1x1, their uncanny grin only slightly wider.
“You’re quite a strange one, aren’t you?”
“Im aware” 1x1x1x1 grumbled, embarrassed to have made a fool of himself so easily. He shifted in his seat, tugging at his suit out of need to focus on something other than their staring.
“Oh Spawn, I meant it differently." Two Time leans forward slightly, “You act like nothing can touch you, like you’re above it all.”
“And?”
“...I like that.” Two Time said, their voice almost revealing how vulnerable they were.
That vulnerability received the faintest hint of a smile from 1x1x1x1, who despite himself, was starting to enjoy the non-binary cultists' company. The two fell into a comfortable silence, awaiting the food—which they did not realize was the kind of food people like Chance ate on the regular. How did they know this? Two Time would constantly hear the gambler talk about it. And by talk, they meant BRAG.
The two watched as the food was served to them, their eyes looking down at the food in awe. Two Time, having lived in a cult, didn’t even know this kind of food existed. The only ‘fancy’ food they remembered was mozzarella cheese fries.
And 1x1x1x1?
…He didn’t even know what any of this food WAS.
Telamon hadn’t exactly fed him the most abstract meals, or even the simplest of meals. Or at all, really. 1x1x1x1 hadn’t exactly done anything for 1x1x1x1 other than creating him and teaching him sword fighting. Such an ‘eventful’ childhood.
The two didn’t even know where to begin, but as with any meal Two Time clasped their hands together, their body shaking with glee.
“Before this table”, started Two Timem while 1x1x1x1 looked at them weirdly. Oh for Telamons sake are they REALLY doing this cultist shit right now?
“, I stand in stillness. Before this offering, I give acknowledgement to the Spawn. To the source of beginning and return, I give thanks for what has been placed before me. For every cycle that brings provision, for every moment restored from absence to presence.”
“Double time, are-” 1x1x1x1 went to interrupt, but Two Time glared at him and collapsed 1x1x1x1’s hands on their own. “Let what is taken not be wasted, but carried forth in purpose as intended. As all things emerge, as I receive, I in time give back. May this act remain in harmony with the design set before me. Thank Spawn, once more, for its grace.”
Two Time slowly let go of 1x1x1x1’s hands and sat back down in their seats, adjusting their dress slightly. Their tail, the sharp parts of it, kept getting caught on the fabric. Oh Spawn, what a burden.
Two Time, for the most part, knew how to use cutlery. Did they know all the fancy ones? No. But they doubt anyone was paying close enough attention to figure that out. They grabbed a random fork—the dessert fork which was placed above the plate along with the dessert spoon—and they began to eat. Knowing how to use cutlery was basic knowledge, and thankfully The Cult Of The Spawn taught that kind of knowledge.
1x1x1x1… well…
“Why in Spawn's name are you using your BARE hands?” Two Time called out, eyeing 1x1x1x1 as if he was the weird one among them.
“Because I can.” 1x1x1x1 responded, but another thing Telamon had neglected to teach the creation of hatred was how to use cutlery. Cutlery, table manners, or just general anything. Again, as mentioned before, he only knew how to hate and swordfight.
He wasn’t about to admit that he didn’t know how to use cutlery.
“...Oh Spawn, we truthfully are not fitting in at all. Could you at least try? If not for Spawn's sake then your own?”
1x1x1x1 was tempted to, out of spite, continue eating with his hands. But with how many eyes stared at him, he wiped his hands underneath the tablecloth. He then, with confusion, picked up a fork. He was not sure how to hold it, and instead held it like a dagger. Two Time looked at 1x1x1x1, and they felt the smallest bits of sanity they had decrease.
“Properly.”
“I am!”
“...You’re butchering it.”
“And?”
“For Spawn's sake, just… Like THIS.” Two Time took 1x1x1x1’s hand and adjusted his hold on the fork. For 1x1x1x1, it was weird and unnatural, but he did not argue with the cultist.
“You act all high and mighty, and yet you appear to be unable to use something as basic as CUTLERY? What’s next, you’re unable to write?”
1x1x1x1 did not answer that. He did not need to admit just how… ‘Unhuman’ he was.
Two Time did not need any blackmail on him, even if he doubted they’d be sane enough to put the pieces together and use it themselves. It was humiliating enough that they knew of his inability to use cutlery.
1x1x1x1, begrudgingly, finished dinner along with Two Time. And 1x1x1x1—despite having no organs—was somehow able to eat. Two Time did not question this, internally thinking the Spawn must have been generous enough to lend 1x1x1x1 some kind of temporary stomach. Really it was just that 1x1x1x1’s poison/venom dissolved it before it could become an issue, but again we don’t question it.
Two Time was very much looking forward to dinners in the future, despite how loud and overstimulating the fancy room was.
And 1x1x1x1? He could not tell a difference in taste at all. It all tasted dull or duller. Tasteless and more tasteless. Then again, he might’ve been biased, but he also knew he did not like fancy people's crap. Then again he rarely liked anything he was like a toddler in that regard. As the two had finished dinner they got up and decided now was the time to get that room key. They wandered down Scotland road utterly lost, until they came across the First Class Entrance to A Deck. Inside was as you’d expect, was a map of course it showed them a first class suite belonging to one John Anderson, it appears to be in the perfect place for anything they plan right in the front of the ship, “This could be used to our advantage” said 1x1x1x1. “Grace the spawn for giving us an opportunity for this” replied Two time “Could you stop bringing that up? You are drawing attention to us whenever you do.” 1x1x1x1 said getting sick of hearing that unfortunately Two Time had already ran off to the suite which was owned by someone they had stolen a key from Thank god for that, as the two had arrived at their suite, the sun has begun to set the ocean looks nice 1x1x1x1 will give that, Two time meanwhile is judging the room HEAVILY it’s the nicest room they’ve ever seen! And the mahogany wood gleaned the sun just right, the only issue is there is only one bed. But that problem will solve itself, for now the two have a closet full of changes of clothes, perfect! And while they're there they can ditch these fancy people's clothes. There wasn't much to enjoy no, this was an ocean liner not a cruise ship so as the hours dragged on the two would get bored “I don't see how these people can do this, they have nothing to do.” said 1x1x1x1, “Well they have the activities above” Replied Two Time. They both sat there in bored silence, before 1x1x1x1 wrinkled his nose, looking towards Two Time with a look of disgust.
“... Absolutely not.”, he grabbed Two Time, and did not hesitate to start a bath for the cultist. “I have been ignoring that fowl stench thinking it was coming from outside, but no, of course its you. Get in the water.”
“But Spawn-”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET IN THE FUCKING BATH”
“...”, Two Time was not going to argue with the being of hatred, stripping off their clothes and getting in the bath.
1x1x1x1 had figured Two Time didn’t take care of themselves, but to this extent? At least 1x1x1x1 knew how to care for himself—and he was taught basically nothing!
He grabbed whatever soaps he found in the room, before staring at Two Time. Did he REALLY feel like helping the cultist?
…
He did. He wouldn’t admit why, but he was going to help anyway.
He was waiting for any objection, but Two Time seemed to be out of it.
So 1x1x1x1 began to wash their hair, being careful not to touch anything but their head, because he did not feel like touching the cultist beyond that while they were that spaced out.
1x1x1x1 couldn’t help but glance towards the various scars and markings that covered Two Times body. The injuries from killing the survivors never stayed, but it was odd that their own self harm would stay. He also wondered how old some of them were, since he could tell the more recent ones. He also noticed Two Times tail, flicking idly in the water. There was nothing healthy about them. It almost reminded 1x1x1x1x of his earlier days. Almost.
He then tossed a bar of soap at them after having managed to wash their extremly matted hair. “Clean yourself. I’m not touching you.”
He then walked out, and sat on the bed they were enevitably sharing.
He could throw Two Time to the floor, or outside, but he also knew doing so would fuck them both over appearance wise. So that wasn’t an option.
It took a strange amount of time for Two Time to come out of the bathroom, with 1x1x1x1 getting up to throw a towel at Two Time, since they didn’t bother covering themselves. 1x1x1x1 was not letting Two Time be unclothed, it left him with weird feelings he did not wish to acknowledge. He watched Two Time dry themselves and struggle to dress themselves in loose clothes, before dropping onto their shared bed.
“I suppose we are bedding together?”
“Yeah, so you stay as far away from me as possible.”
“The Spawn is displeased with such a decision.”
“Well I’m not fucking happy about it either, but at least you don’t smell like shit anymore.”
He lays himself on the bed, before he yanks the blankets on the bed over himself.
“Im not interested in activities on this fuckass ship.”
“...Sleep well then, but I am not skipping midnight prayer.” Two Time moved off the bed and onto the floor, beginning to recite who knows what. 1x1x1x1 tried to drown out their nonsensical babbling. He didn’t need to sleep, but he would rather sleep then listen to stuck up robloxians for the rest of the night. At least Two Time can be Tuned out.
The monarch slowly began to drift off to sleep, but the sound of shifting and the weight on the bed stopped him. Two Time laid on the opposite side of the bed, and without issue easily fell asleep.
The room smelled like fancy soap, which 1x1x1x1 wasn’t sure he liked, and he was not used to sleeping with someone, let alone the freshly clean mosquito. At least they seemed peaceful while they slept, and they weren’t constantly going on about their cult. 1x1x1x1 might even admit they looked cute in their sleep, with the way their very tangled ebony hair meshed with the pillow, the way their tail hung out from beneath the blanket, and their soft breathing…
It was comforting.
1x1x1x1 couldn’t understand why.
But..
It found itself moving closer to Two Time, their arms gently wrapped around their smaller form. Two Time was quite short in comparison to the monarch, but he didn’t mind it in the moment. 1x1x1x1 let himself rest against Two Time, but swore inside that this would be the only time it would let himself be this close. The body heat of another person was just as comforting as the sounds of another person. The monarch fell asleep with the warmth of someone close to him, and he for once didn’t hate the feeling it brought.
𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪, 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪 (𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥).
If you would have asked 007n7 what he expected, he would say one of three things:
A round, what you were talking to him for in that nervous loner way, or probably be met with extremely out of staring—only for him to hastily apologize and mention the prior two things. However, what he didn't expect was to have his prior ‘accomplice’, and his son, hold him like a koala with the strength of a gorilla. After the absence of 1x1x1x1—and Two Time but nobody really cared THAT MUCH—and Slashers failure to comfort the others lead to them somehow come crawling to him. He was a bit uncomfortable with Noli, but C00lkidd was also larger then he knew how to handle. He stumbled and found it hard to keep himself up, while he knew DAMN WELL that Noli didn’t NEED to be held in the first ####ing place.
“Dad! Dad!”, C00lkidd kept trying to get 007n7’s attention, while Noli whaled into 007n7’s ear. “Th3 5p3c73r 700k 4w4y my 70y!”
“Noli, don’t call it that”, 007n7 sighed with immense disappointment in the way only a parent knew how. It was the kind of sigh that you knew meant they were fed up with you, but still willing to put up with your bullshit. “Look, I’m sure the Spector will bring him back In no time!”
Nobody wanted that, not when the round timer was paused. It was technically like a vacation for the survivors—and technically the killers too. Nobody knew how long it would last, but the survivors were willing to enjoy the pause for the meantime. Speaking of survivors—they were all staring at 007n7 due to how some of the killers were clinging onto him.
“But dad! What if he’s hurt?”, C00lkidd mumbled, burying his face into 007n7’s side. 007n7 let himself ruffle the top of C00lkidds hea, being careful to avoid the kids horns. 007n7 knew that since they were still devolping, they were sensitive to the touch (Note: Kind of like when you get burnt and the new layer of skin is developing. You dont want to touch it or it hurts). “I’m sure it’s fine… 1x1x1x1 can handle himself. Now, I love you C00lkidd, but can you PLEASE let go of me? I can barely stand right now…” 007n7 said, before harshly glaring towards Noli like they’d recently divorced, “And you need to let go of me Noli. Now is NOT the time.”
Noli complained, his corrupted voice much more annoying then usual, “1 w4n7 4773n710n!”
“Look, I will give you that later! Just not.. Here. Now let go!”, he attempted to shove Noli off, to which Noli held on tighter. “N0! 1 w4n7 17 now! W3 u53 70 b3 r00m4735 s3v! r00m4735! fr13nd5, p4r7n3r5! h3ck, w3 3v3n fuck3d 4 f3w 71m35-!"
“SHUT UP NOLI!”, 007n7’s face was red as he desperately tried to save what little dignity he had, and whatever little respect he had from the other survivors that even he knew was slowly diminishing by the second.
Speaking of—the other survivors looked on in confusion. All except for Chance and Shed-fucking-lestky.
“They act just like me and builds back in our glory days!”, Shedletsky laughed, despite the uneasyness the aformentioned killers brought to him.
“But… Shedletsky aren’t ya’ married?”, Elliot mumbled, which has Chance intrigued as well.
“Yeah, but that was before I might brighteyes. I love her to death, and past, but I needed that bonus badly.”
“...Bonus?”, asked Chance, who looked away from the Noli and 007n7 situation to actually pay attention. “You know, a bonus! For hard work! And Builderman was a big guy back then. Sure he was short and all, but back then he was packing more then muscle!”
“Shedletsky!” Elliot squealed, mortified at the informaton.
“What? I didn’t even mention how I used to s###k him off, it gave REALLY good bonuses!”
…Nobody was going to forget that no matter how much they tried; Most of them weren’t alcoholics, but they would be if they ever got out of this realm.