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Everything felt wrong.

Not that anything had felt normal these past few days, what with his lifelong best friend leaving him behind for no reason other than that he was too dependent and needy when it came to him, too clingy and irritating to tolerate, nevertheless placate and comfort for years on end-

…Why couldn't he feel his legs?

He grunted as he tried once more, exerting greater effort, to will his legs to make even a slight twitch. 

Nothing.

His brow furrowed, and his lip quivered. He let out a small, pathetic little whimper, burrowing his head into his arms as he began to shake uncontrollably.

Why couldn't he move? Were his legs defective? Was he defective? Would he be stuck like this forever, broken and useless, always forced to drag somebody else down by virtue of existing? 

This is all his fault. If only he had been a better friend to Fire Ring, then none of this would've happened. He wouldn't be here, in some place he doesn't even recognize, his ability to walk stripped away of him and leaving him even more of a burden than he was before-

The door opened with a click.

He didn't move an inch. Couldn't, even if he wanted to. 

“Finally up, I see..” Someone spoke, surprise audible in their voice. They approached him, setting something down on the bedside drawer beside him and sitting next to him. 

“Hey.. there's no need to be scared. None of us here want to hurt you, and we aren't going into a round anytime soon, either…” they murmured the last part under their breath quietly. 

Slowly, hesitantly, they reached up and grasped his arms. At an even more leisurely pace, they lowered them down, setting them down onto his lap.

“See? It isn't that bad, is it?” The person remarked, and he finally got a good look at them.

They had blonde hair tied into a ponytail, and chestnut brown, kind eyes. They wore a bright red pizza boy outfit, which made his eyes ache just a bit. 

“My name is Elliot.” The person introduced himself, his voice as gentle as could be, “...Can I know yours?”

“B-Broken..” He started, frowning once his throat suddenly closed up, a lump forming in it that wouldn't go away no matter how much he swallowed. 

Great. So he couldn't talk now, as well?

He really was worthless.

Elliot tilted his head, concern clear on his face as he looked at him, tears starting to gather, his mouth gaping open as he gazed down.

“I.. can get you a pen and paper, if talking's hard? Or do you speak sign language? I don't know much, but Taph's been teaching me, and-”

He nodded quickly. He could write, even if his fingers were trembling heavily.

“Okay. Wait here a minute, would you?” Elliot stood up, “I left a plate of pizza here for you to eat if you get hungry. It might be a little cold though..”

He nodded again, this time much more fast. He just wanted to be by himself, if only for a little while. Everything was so overwhelming.

“I won't be long!” Elliot waved him goodbye as he left the room, closing the door shut behind him.

The second he left, Spawn started to cry.

—-

Things had calmed down a bit.

Elliot had returned, as promised, with a pen and paper for him to properly communicate with.

“Can you tell me your name now?” 

‘broken spawn’

“...Spawn, huh? I'm sure Two Time will LOVE you…”

‘who is that?’

“They're uh… you'll meet them soon, alright? I'll introduce you to all the others when you start to feel better!”

…Better now then never.

His hand shook as he wrote something down. He just needed to rip it off, like a bandaid. 

‘i can't walk’

“...What?” 

‘i tried. i can't move my legs’

“Are.. are you sure? Not that I'm trying to call you a liar or anything, it's just–”

Elliot took a deep breath.

“Did something.. happen before you came here? Anything out of the usual?”

A moment of awkward silence. 

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to-”

‘car accident’

“Oh.” Elliot was quiet for a moment, “That's… I'm sorry, Spawn. That sounds horrible.”

He genuinely did seem remorseful, he noted. 

‘it's fine. it was my fault anyways’

“Your fault-? Spawn-” He seemed upset, before another thing came into his mind.

“Wait a minute. That.. doesn't make any sense. Everyone else doesn't have any injuries from before, so-” He took a strained breath, “What about rounds?? You can't even run away from the killer, for goodness sake! … Oh, What are we gonna do???”

‘elliot?’

His attention turned back towards him.

“Spawn, I need to go for a moment. I’m… going to go talk with the others about this. I'll be back later with dinner.” 

‘okay. i understand. thanks for everything elliot’

Elliot grimaced, but quickly covered it with a smile.

“No problem, Spawn.”

He left the room again, leaving him alone with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company. 

—-

The minute Elliot left Spawn's room, he took a deep, deep sigh.

 This.. was a problem. A very, very huge problem.

The smartest option was to assign a sentinel to protect Spawn during rounds, but who?

Perhaps Two Time? They had shown an interest in the kid when he had first been sent here…

But the thought of forcing Spawn to stick with Two Time for an extended period of time made him feel uneasy…

Elliot steadied himself, and began to walk toward the living room, planning to gather all of the other survivors (and perhaps even 007n7, even if the thought made him feel tense) for a very important meeting.

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He didn’t know when, but eventually, Spawn drifted off to sleep, praying to whatever God that was out there to not be given the same disgusting nightmares that had been tormenting him since before he got here.

When he awoke, he wasn’t confined to his bed anymore, but instead, in what looked to be a.. carnival of sorts?

Where was he now?

He looked around confusedly, a hint of fear in his eyes.

Maybe this had something to do with those rounds Elliot had mentioned earlier..? Whatever those were..

Spawn placed his hands on the ground, preparing to stand up..

Only to remember that he couldn’t do that. Not anymore.

This recollection quickly brought his mood down, a frown covering his face as he gazed down at the floor.

He felt the urge to burrow his head into his knees, but that was unfortunately out of his capabilities at the moment.

He couldn’t do anything.

Time and time again, Spawn was useless. Dead weight. He only ever bothered people and forced them to help him with his own selfish needs and wants. He should never have been born at all. Maybe then, everybody would be much happier, without him to ruin it all for everyone-

“…Ah! Well fare greetings! Thou must be the young Spawn I’ve heard so much about?”

He whipped his head around, looking at the person who seemed to have been sent to his place close to him.

They had jet-black hair, pale skin, and wore dark clothing with an odd symbol littered everywhere: a symbol that, unnervingly, reminded him of his own spawn symbol..

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Right. He had forgotten about that, as well.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The person remarked, their eerie smile twitching ever so slightly in amusement, “My name is Two Time. A humble and devoted follower of the Divine Spawn.”

Oh. Well, that explained some things..

Wait. This was the Two Time that Elliot had mentioned earlier?

Spawn suddenly felt himself growing a little uneasy, beginning to scoot away from Two Time to the best of his ability.

It was pathetic, how utterly powerless he was.

Two Time stared at him blankly, their expression unchanging as they began to walk towards him.

He whimpered and started to move even faster, his lip quivering as his mind starting to think up all the possibilities of what Two Time could do with him.

They could kill me right here, right now… It’s not like I would be able to fight back if they did decide to hurt me. I’m too weak for that. I’m always too weak-

He closed his eyes shut tightly once they stopped before him, readying himself for anything.

…Anything except the feeling of being lifted up, apparently, because the second Two Time casually picked him up as if he weighed nothing (which he very well could’ve, considering how little he had eaten in recent memory), and placed him on their back with a grunt, the feeling of surprise that filled him was unlike anything he had felt before.

He shook his head, attempting to rid himself of the dizziness that came with the sudden higher elevation, and quickly rushed to grasp onto Two Time’s neck, craving some stability.

“Thou cannot walk, correct?” Two Time asked absentmindedly.

Spawn nodded hesitantly.

“Then I shalt carry you.” They stated, decisively.

Oh, wow… that was… really kind of Two Time to do, actually. Especially for someone they barely even knew.

Perhaps he had misjudged them…

“Where shall we go..?” They hummed, and Spawn was confused for a moment before he realized they were asking him.

He pointed at himself in disbelief, and only stopped once Two Time nodded in response.

Taking a closer look at his surroundings, he pointed in a random direction.

He hoped to god he made the right choice as Two Time set off.

—

Two Time never considered themselves to be the nurturing type.

That was always Azure. He was the one who had the natural instincts to care for and tend to others, even if said others were his nightshade flowers.

But something had to have changed, because looking at the child they were currently carrying around on their back, they felt a sensation of warmth bloom in their chest.

They liked seeing him content.. or at the very least, something that resembled it.

At first, they were interested in him purely due to his potential connections to the Spawn, but..

Hearing Elliot talk about his.. condition made them feel.. upset. Heavily so.

They only grew more perturbed on the inside once they actually met the boy.

He was much too young to be in a place like this, especially with such a large handicap weighing him down..

Two Time would protect him. No matter what.

“Child, I think I will have to set thou down,” They confessed, staring down at the generator before the two of them, “Worry not - it will only be for a little bit.”

Spawn bit his lip before nodding, and Two Time gently sat him down on the ground beside them and got to work fixing up the generator.

They were almost completely finished with it and preparing to pick Spawn up again when all of a sudden-

“HERE I COME-!”

Two Time froze for a second before quickly getting themselves together and drawing their dagger.

…Their reflexes were too slow, however, and the demon child hit them right in the face, giggling innocently as he did so.

“Who’s that you got there?? A new friend??” The little imp looked over their shoulder, smiling widely at Spawn’s trembling, fearful form.

Their eye twitched, and they found they had very little remorse as they stabbed c00lkidd right in the chest.

Hurriedly grabbing Spawn and pulling him into their arms, they took the opportunity and ran away while c00lkidd was stunned.

—

Who was…  what was that?

Spawn took heavy breaths, inhaling and exhaling rapidly.

His head spun as Two Time suddenly came to a still, almost dropping him in the process.

Slowly, Two Time sat down, shaking hysterically, putting him down next to them.

Spawn chose to ignore all his questions for the time being in favor of checking on how Two Time was doing.

Looking over them, he could see a cut on their face. Probably from the claws of the thing they had encountered earlier..

After some consideration, Spawn slowly reached out to touch the wound..

“Hm..? What is it..?” Two Time questioned, their attention now drawn to Spawn.

Suddenly, the blood from the injury began to… dissipate, as if it were never there at all.

Spawn quickly retracted his hand, startled.

The two of them watched in fascination as the wound began to… regenerate?

Soon enough, Two Time’s face was back to normal.

“…Thank you, young one.” Two Time patted his head, and he looked down in embarrassment, “Thou’s kindness will not go unpaid.”

Spawn shook his head, trying to say that it wasn’t a problem and that Two Time had no responsibility to keep babysitting him if they didn’t want to.

But he was cut off by Two Time standing up abruptly, proclaiming that it was: “time that they get moving” and hoisting him onto their back once more.

—

They spent the rest of the round hiding from the killer, who Spawn learned was named c00lkidd.

From what Spawn understood, the survivors (him and everyone else in the cabins) were periodically sent out to rounds where they had to survive against a chosen killer and fix generators to win.

They had each been gifted abilities to help them with this.. and it seemed Spawn’s allowed him to reset bruises.

(He had been happy that he could be useful to others and assist in supporting the team, but looking at Two Time’s face.. he got the feeling that he would be targeted by the killer very frequently.)

Time flew by. Listening to Two Time talk was.. nice. It almost reminded him of when he was still friends with Fire Ring..

The round ended, and they were sent back to the main lobby, as he heard Two Time call it.

Whether it was from stress or exhaustion, Spawn had no clue, but the second he saw that they were safe, he passed out.

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Spawn was slowly but surely getting settled in, beginning to feel a shred of normalcy despite the odds.

It helped that everyone around him - the other survivors - were all kind and treated him nicely, never complaining about his.. situation.

(Never in front of him, at least..)

Elliot still visited him from time to time, mostly to check in and make sure he was doing well, as well as deliver food. Though, Two Time had essientially become his primary caretaker.. even if it was never brought up by anyone.

Right now, Spawn was eating breakfast - a plate of scrambled eggs - while Two Time sat by his side, simply.. watching him.

Spawn had grown used to Two Time’s habit of quietly staring at others, even if it made him feel a little uncomfortable at times.

What really caught his attention was Two Time’s lack of food.

He paused for a second, placing his plate on his lap before reaching for his notepad, which currently lay on his nightstand.

Two Time looked over to where he was reaching, and, quickly realizing what he was trying to do, grabbed it and handed it to him.

‘thanks two time :)’ He jotted down swiftly.

“Thou need not thank me, little one.” Two Time hummed in response.

‘um this is gonna sound weird but’ He hesitated for a few moments, ‘can i ask you something?’

“Yes, thee may.” Two Time replied without a second thought, “Anything thou’d like to ask, I’ll answer to the best of my ability, I assure thee.”

‘ive never seen you eat anything’ Spawn slowly wrote down the words, his hand growing a bit shaky, ‘do you just not eat in front of me?? or not eat in general??? you dont have to give me an answer if you dont want to i just’

“Calm yourself, Child.” Two Time cut him off before he could continue writing, their whispery voice surprisingly soothing, “Be not afraid, thee’s question is.. understandable.”

Spawn tilted his head, curious as to what Two Time meant.

“To be wholly honest, oftentimes I simply.. forget to eat. Back before I was sent here, my church could afford to give us very little food if it wasn’t for a special occasion.” Two Time chuckled lightly at that, though Spawn had no clue as to why.

“I am merely having trouble.. adjusting to a new routine, that is all.” They leaned forward to give him an affectionate pat on the head, “It is nothing to fret over, young one. As long as thee is well-fed, I am content.”

Spawn wasn’t convinced, looking away and pouting. He was about to object, when Two Time spoke up suddenly.

“On that note.. would thou like to speak of your past, little Spawn?” They retracted their hand, causing Spawn to frown even further, “Thee hast no obligation to, of course, but I do find myself growing curious..”

Spawn thought for a moment.

He liked Two Time. He appreciated them for looking after him to the best of their ability, even when they clearly didn’t take the best care of themselves, and for the most part, trusted them, especially since he mostly tended to stick with them during rounds, where he needed to depend on them.

But did he trust in them enough to tell them about something as important as his old life?

I did tell Elliot about how I died.. Spawn considered, And I barely even knew him at the time. Surely I can tell Two Time at least a little bit?

‘okay’ Spawn penned down, ‘i can do that. just.. dont really know where to start exactly’

“Thou can start wherever and whenever thou’d like. There is no rush.” Two Time assured.

‘i lived in a small town.. everyone kinda knew eachother, everyones houses looked pretty much the same… not anything remarkable’ Spawn stopped for a second, trying to think of what else to write, ‘i had a few friends. limegirl.. i met her when i was still a kid. she was always so caring and sweet… she cheered me up whenever i felt down and gave me free lime juice sometimes out of the goodness of her heart. i miss her a lot. i wonder how shes doing’

(If he also secretly harbored a tiny little crush on her, then that was no one’s business.)

“That sounds nice,” Two Time’s tone shifted into a more teasing one, “I can tell just by the way thee talks about her.. she was very important to thee, was she not?”

Spawn blushed, ignoring Two Time’s immediate amused giggles afterward, and continued on writing.

‘we were both friends with firering. i was best friends with him. we did everything together. everything. he was the only reason i ever even bothered to get up in the morning, ate, took showers.. he was practically the only reason i ever took care of myself. i depended on him for a lot of things.. in hindsight, i was probably being annoying. maybe thats why he’

“Young one.” Two Time interrupted, “Thou art trembling. I think it would be best if you stopped for now..”

Gently taking the notepad away from him, Two Time scooted closer as Spawn began to cry, tears falling down as memories began to flood his mind uncontrollably.

“It is okay..” Two Time purred, the sound bizarrely comforting as it reverberated throughout his body, “All is right.. all of thoust pains and sorrows are not here anymore to haunt thee’s every waking moment… they are rotting away in the past, where they shall remain… there is nothing to worry thyself over… I promise.”

His vision was blurry from all the tears, but he instinctively leaned into the warmth that Two Time offered.

“Thou must remain calm and strong, alright little one?” Two Time held him close to their chest, “It is the only way thee’ll ever be able to move on.”

Spawn nodded, only half-listening. His mind was much too scrambled to think of anything other than just how comfy he was right now, peacefully bundled in Two Time’s arms.

“Good, good..” Two Time continued to purr, and Spawn was seriously starting to wonder if they were a cat in a past life or something..

After an embarrassing amount of time spent being comforted by Two Time, Spawn finally felt better enough to release the hug.

‘sorry about that two time. i dont know what came over me’ He apologized, ‘i should be over it by now’

“…I may not know what happened between thee and this ‘Firering’ you speak of,” Two Time started, “But whatever it was, it must have been devastating for it to affect thee so deeply. I myself have.. wronged someone very close to me in the past, and it still affects me to this day.”

Two Time smiled at him, “Thoust wounds will heal one day, little one. One day.”

A moment of silence passed by as Spawn gazed down, none of them saying a word.

“…Would thee like to go to see the others? Perhaps that would improve thoust mood.” Two Time suggested, a hint of tentative hope in their eyes.

Spawn hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“Thoust wish is my command… up thee go!” Two Time picked Spawn up, and he had to fight the urge to giggle as he was carried on their back out of the room.

—

Spawn really took for granted the ability to kick his legs back and forth absentmindedly.

Two Time had sat him on the couch and left him to his lonesome, leaving him to awkwardly exist in a space he hadn’t been in all that much..

Looking at the corner of his eye, he could see the tv-headed girl - Veeronica, he believed she was she called - talking to who he was pretty sure was named Noob..

Maybe he could talk to them? From what he heard, the two of them seemed pretty nice..

…He was working up the courage to call out to them and perhaps ask if he could join their conversation, before he chickened out last second in fear that he would be seen as butting his way in.

He sighed, and turned his gaze to the ground.

Maybe this was a bad idea.. he should just ask Two Time to carry him back to his room.

He was looking around the room for them, when someone came up to him.

“Hey, uh.. kid! Broken Spawn, was it?”

He looked back in surprise.

The person had grey skin and wore fancy clothing - a full suit and a fedora to match. They also wore sunglasses and a pair of headphones.

Two Time had mentioned them in passing… The gambler. Their name had something to do with probability, Spawn remembered.. he didn’t quite remember what though, to be entirely honest.

Spawn gave a tentative little nod.

“..You wanna play poker with me and Elliot?”

..Was it even legal for him to play poker? He wasn’t even an adult.

Did laws even hold any meaning in this strange realm, though? Probably not, right?

It wasn’t like he had anything better to do..

Giving yet another nod, he smiled as the stranger celebrated and moved the poker table close to him.

He didn’t quite understand the rules of poker, as he had never played it once, but he got the hang of it once they started.

He learned that the gambler’s name was Chance, and that they were apparently very close with Elliot.. very close.

Looking over his shoulders to check if Two Time was still in the room, he was caught off guard to see them leaving.

They probably just had something important to do, he justified, refocusing his attention back into the poker game, Pay them no mind.

—

“Dearest 007n7..?”

Two Time addressed the ex-exploiter, who was currently standing outside out on the dock, looking into the lake.

“Oh- hey there, Two Time-“ 007n7 jumped a little, almost falling into the water. Two Time barely held back a laugh, “I didn’t see you there..”

Amongst all the other survivors, Two Time had always been the closest with 007n7.

Maybe it was because the two were excluded and outcasted by almost everyone else. Maybe it was because they had both suffered the loss of a close companion due to their own hubris.

Whatever it was, Two Time found that they quite enjoyed 007n7’s company.

“What do you need?” 007n7 asked curiously.

“How- How did thou raise c00lkidd..?” Two Time asked, nervously fidgeting with their dagger.

“…What?” 007n7 questioned, flabbergasted.

“Nevermind-disregard what I just said- it was foolish of me to ask.” Two Time turned around to hurriedly leave.

“Wait- Two Time-“ 007n7 reached out a hand to stop them.

But they were gone before he could say another word.

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Another day. Another round.

Spawn had learned a little bit more about his ability - for one, he couldn’t heal Veeronica.

When he had tried to do so last round after she had run into him and Two Time while they were attempting to teach him how to fix a generator, his hand had been shocked.

It was unfortunate, but she had other ways of healing herself, so he wasn’t too sad about that.

He was, as always, waiting for Two Time to come find him, wondering who the killer could be this round to pass the time.

“Maybe it’s c00lkidd again..?” He considered, “Orrrr.. perhaps it’s that.. 1x person? Oh, but it could be-“

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of branches snapping and bushes rustling.

He looked behind him, expecting to see Two Time standing before him, but instead saw-

…A little girl with pink skin and a triangle shaped head with a tall pink cone hat and a pretty bow on the side. She wore a frilly dress and a sash with the words: team pr3typriincess applications open!” printed on it. She carried a princess wand with her, which she clutched tightly.

“You.” She addressed him, making him freeze in place instinctively, “The red one told me about you. You’re.. that messy haired ruffian’s kid, aren’t you?”

Messy-haired- was. Was she talking about Two Time-?

“I forget their name because it isn’t important - isn’t it something like.. Double Time-? Ugh. Whatever.”

..Yeah, she was definitely talking about Two Time.

Wait. Why did she ask if he was their kid? Sure,  he was close with Two Time, and they looked after him and clearly cared for him, but that was because his legs were paralyzed and he couldn’t walk, not because they were his parent!

He’d never even met his parents before in his life!

“Point is.” She - pr3typriincess, if her sash was anything to go by, continued, “We.. are going to have a tea party together. I don’t feel like killing anybody today, so be grateful.”

..Why would she want to have a tea party with him, of all people? He hardly had any experience with younger children.  Plus, he generally wasn’t the most.. fun person to be around.

“And no. You don’t get a choice.” She smiled, showing her teeth.

Spawn gulped before nodding quickly.

“Excellent. Let’s go, then.” She ordered, turning around and marching confidentially, hands folded behind her back.

Spawn hurried to crawl after her, trying his best to keep up with her.

This went on for a while, before pr3ty suddenly came to a stop.

“Why. Why are you crawling.” She asked, her gaze full of judgement.

He stayed silent, simply staring her in the eyes, not knowing what to do.

Maybe.. he could try to talk again..? He had been getting a little more comfortable with this new environment of his the more time went by, so maybe, just maybe..

“C-“ He tried to say the word ‘Can’t’, only for his throat to ache from lack of use, causing him to quiver, “Can’t..” He eventually forced out.

“I. What.” pr3ty replied, “Shouldn’t you be in like. A wheelchair or something, then? This is just sad, man..”

Well jeez no need to rub it in-

“You know what? This is fine. I’ll just have to go slow so you can keep up with me. That’s all.” pr3ty huffed.

Oh? That was weirdly nice of her to do, especially since she was supposed to be killing him-

“But in return, you’ll have to let me dress you up however I want! Hehe..”

…Of course there was a catch.

He sighed, before nodding.

“Yay! Let’s get moving!” pr3ty demanded, this time much less coldly.

Spawn shook his head in exasperation before following behind pr3ty, who was walking at a visibly slower pace.

—

Spawn didn’t know how to feel.

He wore ebony eyeliner and eyeshadow, and a very, very heavy gothic raven-colored dress, with lots of ribbons and a big bow on the back. His hair was fully down and had an abnormally large bow on it - which was, you guessed it, black.

“You know, I don’t normally do emo..” pr3ty hummed, applying more eyeshadow to his eyelid, “But I made an exception this time! So! What do you think?”

She pulled out a compact mirror from her dress pockets.

“…Good?” He mumbled, barely audible, squinting as he looked at himself.

“Wonderful! I knew I did a good job!” Pr3ty beamed, closing the compact and putting it back where it belonged.

Now smiling brighter than ever before, pr3ty began to pour out steaming cups of tea fresh from her kettle - one for her, the other for Spawn.

“So.” She started, once she had finished, “Do you know how much your parent sucks? I mean, I have no idea how you can even tolerate them!”

…Spawn almost spat out the sip of tea he had tentatively took right then and there.

“Hey..” He frowned, feeling the urge to defend Two Time, albeit weakly. He was a little louder this time, but not by much.

“I don’t care what you say! They’re creepy, they always have that annoying smile on their face, they never fix their hair-“

“I could go on!” Pr3ty insisted, “Dolor is much, much better! He’s literally a knight in shining armor-! Who could compete with that?!”

…Spawn didn’t exactly know who this Dolor person was, but judging based off context clues, he assumed he was a parental figure for pr3ty?

Whatever the case may be. Spawn still felt the need to defend Two Time, especially since they weren’t here to do it themselves.

But he couldn’t think up a good argument against pr3ty.. nor did he think he would be able to voice it if he did have one. So, instead, he chose to do something incredibly immature.

He made a “hmph” sound, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

…Stooping down to the level of a child, eh Spawn?

“Oh, don’t give me that!! I’m right, and you know it!” Pr3ty complained.

“No..” He said. Huh. With how loose the environment was, talking had gotten a lot easier. He still couldn’t talk in anything besides fragmented words, but it was something.

“Ugh! You’re impossible! Just like Dou- no- whatever their name is!” Pr3ty took a long sip of her tea, clearly aggravated.

He did the same, content.

—

“Hey.. has anyone seen the killer around?” Noob asked. The other survivors had gathered, the lack of the killer actively hunting them down making it much easier to do so.

“Uh.. no. I don’t think so..?” Elliot answered, looking up from the generator he was doing, “Huh. That’s weird.”

“Hast anyone seen the young child, then? I’ve been looking for him all round, and I haven’t caught sight of him at all..” Two Time questioned, clearly worried.

Everyone looked at eachother.

“Strange..” Two Time murmured.

—