Chapter Text
[11:00 pm, Dec 19]
*Beep*
“Hello?”
“Hi…”
“Oh, TwoTime! I probably should’ve known it would be you calling me so late, haha…”
…
“…do you need something bud-”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to get that gift to you tomorrow… Can you grab it from my apartment in the morning?”
“Uhm—the one for Azure right?”
…
“yeah…”
“I guess so, sure… I can do that…?”
“Oh, thank you Elliot! …You truly are a wonderful friend!”
“No problem! …why can’t you make it though… Did something happen?”
…
…
“TwoTime—?”
“It’s… nothing… just—a bit dizzy right…now–”
“What? Are you okay?—”
“Do me a favor and stay away from my room… okay…?”
“What—why?”
…
“TwoTime, what happened?”
…
*Beep*
Twotime places their phone down beside them, wincing slightly as their arm presses against the hard wood floor.
“This is gonna be a pain to clean up later…” they dread, watching the small puddles of red pooling around their limbs slowly spread out across the floor of their room. They don’t exactly remember when, but they started zoning out at some point and now they’re on the ground, probably bleeding out- they weakly lift up their arm and watch blood trickle out of the mess they made of their wrist… Definitely bleeding out.
Are they gonna die? That wouldn’t be surprising honestly, they haven’t slept or eaten in… Three days? Four? They couldn’t really tell, they barely registered those days going by.
…Would anyone care if they died? Elliot might, but only because he was told to take care of them… Noob and Chance would probably be a bit startled but would move on pretty easily… The other survivors wouldn’t care, they knew that as a fact… None of the killers would even bat an eye, and Azure–
Twotime’s vision goes blurry, they can feel their consciousness slipping away from them.
…Azure. He'd be more relieved than anything.
The world twists and warps around them, reality blurring and buffering as they hear the faint sound of footsteps
Apart of them would like to think he’d at least bring them flowers-
The cultist’s eyes flutter shut, their ears unable to register the voice shouting out to them.
But that is nothing but wishful thinking…
(art by @lavanderamethyst on Tumblr)