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Twotime groans, slamming their face onto the wall of tan blocks. They stared at their hands, shivering from the guilt of a death. But it was necessary. Right? Their mind struggled to find a viable response to their immense regret from being who they were shaped to be, but their mold never fit. And it never would. Twotime exhaled, their gaze shifting to the dagger in their left hand. Twotime snapped, a sharp pang of remorse driving straight into their skull.
“..The spawn- it speaks of rewards.. of pain.” Twotime spoke in a cryptic message, but it was obvious what the fake symbolism of religion meant. Be a backstabber, like you were meant to be. And get a reward of life. Another chance. Were they really meant to be like this? A cultist, sacrificing their one and only true lover, to get a fake second life? Why get a chance at rebirth, if they had used this life wrong?
“Twotime?” Elliot walks over to the spot Twotime had been curled up in, inspecting the scenery with detail. He asked patiently, eventually sitting down from the quiet response from the survivor.
“You alright?” He tilts his head curiously, laying down on the cold matted floor comfortably. Twotime would only grimace ever so slightly, that wouldn’t matter because their shivering and shaky smile would cover it up. Like the bandages on Azure. The abandonment. Twotimes thoughts were swarmed with regret and fear. Twotime nodded, refusing to speak. They looked down at the ground with a guilty glare, but dared not to speak. Elliot just nodded back respectfully, leaving the survivor to sulk peacefully. Now that Twotime was thinking about it, who even was the killer? They hadn’t been paying much attention when it was saying who. Which was not very advised- but Twotime’s mind couldn’t be focused on that when it was swarming with thoughts they wish could just disappear. But wishes aren’t bound to get granted. Besides, they got reborn, what more could they ask for?
“..Spawn, save me..” They pleaded, before scanning the area for any killers in sight, but couldn’t find anyone familiar.. Huh.. Odd. Twotime shuddered, as if someone was behind them, creeping up on the survivor. A tentacle shot up straight through the air and caught Twotime swiftly in one swoop. Twotime gasped, as more tentacles soon wrapped Twotime in a basically inescapable prison. Their knife, which was their prime way of survival, dropped and clattered to the ground with a large metal clank sound. The killer eventually stepped into viewpoint, staring at the dropped dagger and back at the cultist, a burning, fiery rage in their eyes, Twotime would assume. The killer.. looked familiar. Could it be..? No, Twotime shook their head. Azure wouldn’t look like that. Yet, that hat.. It looked like.. his.. no. Twotime grimaced, a sour taste stinging their tongue.
“..Well.. well… well..” Azure spoke, from the hat, which had seemed to be a different part of themself. Someone who wasn’t him. A corrupted, sweet alluring smell of flowers smelled of him.
“Guess what the spawn dragged in.” He spat, eyes narrowing. Flowers begin to sprout from the tentacles that he used to grab ahold of the cultist. Azure raised his eyebrows, confused at why they grew nightshades. Nevertheless, Azure kept his grip on the survivor, tightening it ever so slightly. He wanted this survivor to suffer. To feel what he felt.
“..This is karma.” Azure hissed, choking Twotime.
“W-wait..!” Twotime gasped for air, pleading. Azure loosened their tentacles, perhaps feeling remorse, or wanting to make their death hurt even more.
“..Azure? Is that you?” Twotime spoke with hesitance, unsure. They knew that Azure was in this form, respawned. Like what happened to them. They both respawned– it was true..!
“...Yeah.” Azure replied, looking down guiltily at the floor. He dropped the weak cultist. “..Just go.” He seemed to be under the weather, now, even despite that event being such an easy opportunity to kill the survivor. Twotime spent no time dwindling, and sprinted towards the other survivors, trying to group up with them.
Azure’s gaze was still locked straight onto Twotime, he couldn’t help but feel something for the cultist. Maybe it was something entirely new, or what he had going on beforehand with them before..
Azure sighed, trying to make up excuses as to why they did that. Twotime was always so.. devoted to the spawn cult. He wouldn’t know that on that fateful day.. They would betray them. There had to be a reason, other than a second life.. Twotime had shown them the dagger they were given by Amarah. It was their fault. Of course it was. Azure knew that mentor gave off such.. horrible vibes. The expression on Azure’s hat couldn’t help but grimace. So fun to know what a heartbroken killers thoughts are 24/7. Azure dropped their shoulders, dropping to the ground for a second.
“..Ew. Gross.” The hat growled, probably commenting on some thoughts Azure was having. Maybe about getting back together with Twotime? That was too farfetched to ever be true. But.. Maybe Twotime.. No. Why would they, out of all people, still like someone like him- A monster, amalgamation of whatever brought him here to be transformed into, Azure felt helpless. Some killing would be great right now.
LMS STARTS.
A rhythmic beat drums in Twotimes ears, resembling the music Azure used to always enjoy listening to. Right. Azure. This wasn’t going to be fun, wasn’t it? An LMS with him. The person who they had killed. The person who they wanted to apologize to. Twotime was familiar with the highlighting, for the first few seconds of the LMS match, but wasn’t aware of how quickly Azure had snuck up on them. They felt goosebumps form on their scarred skin, before getting picked up with the slimy tentacles Azure had used to their advantage.
“..Hello, Twotime.” Twotime had just realized who was speaking to them. It wasn’t Azures’ mouth moving, but instead, the hat placed on top of him. Azure’s mouth was zipped up, and he was unable to speak on his own accord. Twotime shuddered, just thinking about the inability to speak from their own mouth gave them chills, and even more regret. Oh spawn. Only you can save them now. Twotime struggled endlessly, trying to slide out of the tentacles grasp, failing miserably and eventually using up all their energy.
“..Agh-” Twotime groaned, still smiling as always. Like Amarah had always told them to. ‘No matter, Spawn will be watching, you must smile, always.’ Amarah told them that every single day, but Twotime rarely followed the rule, instead expressing themselves more freely. But that would lead to Azure’s demise, apparently being a bad influence to Twotime. They’d never believe it, though. Azure could never influence any negative thoughts into them. Amarah seemed to think otherwise, eventually instilling more and more thoughts about following the Spawn into Twotime, leading to them killing Azure. They felt so guilty, that..
They joined Azure, by his side, in the field of disgustingly beautiful nightshade flowers. Beautiful, yet deadly. Twotime covered themself with the flowers, and did so aswell with Azure’s limp, cold body, curling up next to him, trying to not feel as guilty as they really did, repressing their emotions. It’s not healthy to hide your emotions, albeit even if it was remorse, or guilt.
“..Do you blame yourself?” Azure said, as Twotime felt a sharp pang of stinging through their head. Azure shifted and changed, their perception of the tentacles keeping them tied up changing- either for good, or bad. Azure now looked like Amarah, with their cloak and everything, grinning negatively.
Twotime shuddered, a cold sweat washing over them. They kept their shaky smile, still smirking, but like they were forced to, staples built into their muscles.
“..What..? The Spawn- it-” Twotime stuttered, purple ink dripping out of their mouth, a slow, liquidy substance, alike to blood, but poisoned with nightshade essence. They tried to avoid the question, still feeling as if they would be punished if they answered truthfully. The Spawn wouldn’t like it anyhow, and its approval is all they needed to keep working, even if they were destroyed and rebuilt in the process. Azure began to frown, noticing the avoidance of his question.
“Come on~ Don’t be shy, Twotime. Answer me.” He hissed, tightening his grip on the cultist, gaze locked onto the survivor, waiting impatiently for an answer as they still struggled to break free. His tone was cold and barren, with no comfort for the sentinel. Twotime gasped, trying to breathe.
“..I..” Twotime paused, health depleting by every second that passed. Twotime had already lost their last life, and they were at 15/40 now, with nothing to use that could save them. They wouldn’t be able to make an excuse that Azure would find good enough to not let Twotime die.
“..I- I.. love you.. Azure..” They spoke, nightshade stained blood pouring out of their mouth, before going limp and closing their eyes peacefully, smiling shakily.
Azure let his grip on the cultist go, dropping to the ground with Twotime. Azure unsteadily stood by the dead survivor, confused. He tried to feel for a pulse, but there was no sign of them being alive.
“..No.. no no no no.” He repeated, and before he knew it, the round was over.