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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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