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nightshades.
there are nightshades.
two time cant remember the last time they were so happy to see something that wasnt their dagger or sacrifice circle.
just making sure nobody is outside, they almost stumble towards the patch. how unusual. they wouldnt have thought thered be nightshades here.
they frown - the spectre wouldnt have done this, right? isnt the spectre supposed to feed off misery?
who cares, actually?
not two time, thats for sure.
they carefully gather the nightshades, muscle memory taking over. a vague feeling of familiarity washes over them, but they just... cant remember.
they dont bother chasing that memory. if two time cant remember, it must mean its pretty insignificant - and they have more... important matters to attend to.
they hum in thought - they cant exactly take all of this up to the survivor's cabin... the smell would be everywhere, and if someone catches them before they sober up...!
two time does not want to explain.
they wander around for a moment, before finding a good spot far away from the main cabin.
it takes them a while, but eventually, it kicks in, giving them a sense of relief. its stronger than usual - probably because they made it themselves this time.
wasnt it usually made for them?
weird. two time's head hurts.
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two time hadnt realized they fell asleep - or maybe they just blacked out? they dont really care right now.
their eyelids feel too heavy to lift, but they hear a faint crackle and breathing next to them. or is it over them?
two time is sure they look like a total mess right now - they usually do after something like this.
"...are you awake?"
they wouldve scrambled if they were capable of movement right now.
1x is right next to them, speaking.
two time didnt even know the spectre allowed the killers to roam between rounds!
"...hmm." 1x hums, although it sounds more like a grumble. two time doesnt dare move.
...they arent dead, yet, at least. is 1x even allowed to kill when not in a round?
"you smell odd." 1x keeps talking, surprisingly. two time didnt clock 1x as one to... like to talk. john doe? maybe. c00lkidd? definitely. "...from these?"
two time can guess 1x is talking about the nightshades that are most likely scattered around. they always get a little messy.
eventually, two time deciedes theyre going to have to "wake up" sooner or later - and finally forces their eyes open.
its all blurry - and just what they expected; 1x, looking down at them from his seat right above two time's head. if they moved a little, theyd be in his lap.
"oh," 1x hums. "hello."
two time freezes, seeing that white hair framing the face that has slaughtered two time more than a few times - or however long theyve been stuck here.
"hello..." two time mumbles, finding it a bit hard to speak. "what are you doing here...?"
probably the dumbest question two time has ever asked. they silently hope 1x doesnt take offence to that.
1x shrugs, appearing he has in fact, not taken offense.
"i wanted to take a walk." how mundane. two time had expected something more... hateful. "i saw the old man nearby yelling about you. asking where you went. thought itd be funny if i found you first."
two time kinda finds that a little funny - usually, the other survivors avoid them. how long have they been out cold? clearly long enough to have the other survivors looking for them.
"...looking for me?" two time groans. "oh, glorious spawn, forgive me... i have made my friends worried."
they vaguely see 1x suppress a laugh, that weird zipper mouth of his turning into a small grin.
"i think youll be fine going back," 1x grumbles. "you act erratically enough to pass."
he giggles.
two time doesnt think theyve ever seen a killer giggle - besides c00lkidd. but he doesnt count to two time.
they think 1x is kinda cute.
before they know it, 1x is lifting two time by the arm, standing up himself. they always forget just how massive 1x is - or maybe theyre just short?
they stare at each other for a few minutes. two time is first to speak.
"m-may the spawn bless you for... watching over me..."
they fiddle with their scarf.
"...and not killing me. ill be going back now. i wont tell anyone we... met. only the spawn shall know."
1x rolls his eye(?), chains rattling as he rests his hand on his hip.
"sure." 1x gives two time a grin. "ill be seeing you."
two time nods and leaves, shivering slightly at 1x's familiar words. "ill be seeing you" as theyre ripped apart by his daemonshanks - eugh.
but... 1x is kind of nice. the revelation puzzles two time, but... maybe this is a blessing from the spawn!
they smile, suddenly feeling very much happier about the situation. they will definitely add 1x into their prayers tonight!
"two time!" elliot yells, jogging towards them. "weve been looking for you for hours!" he pants.
guest joins elliot, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"where have you been...?" he asks, suspicion in his tone.
two time really does not want to explain.
"...praying." they reply politely, clasping their hands in front of their chest.
now, shedletsky and taph have joined, shedletsky eyeing two time. spawn, no, now they really cant say they were with 1x.
its not like they were with 1x on purpose! they just... woke up and 1x was there!
two time brushes past the others and shakily makes their way into the cabin, rushing to their room.
they slam the door, locking it immediately. thank the spawn for the locks...
two times's room is dark and messy - clothes and some trash scattered around. the alter dedicated to the spawn is still intact - and clean, as they prefer. as the spawn prefers.
theyre tired. more tired than they thought.
they remove some articles of clothing - leaving them in just bare clothes and their scarf. they refuse to sleep without their scarf. but is it even really theirs?
not thinking on it, they drop to their knees in front of the alter, leaning over and clasping their hands in front of their chest once again.
two time prays.
they pray for 1x.