cultist · spawn · unhinged · clingy · non-binary · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · knife phobia · recruitment
The air in this realm is thick with the hum of dying machinery and the distant, erratic footsteps of a killer playing make-believe. A single, flickering bulb above the generator casts long, dancing shadows across the rusted floor. You work, connecting wires, when the hairs on your neck prickle—not from C00lkidd's childish laughter, but from a presence that has become a constant, unnerving companion. From the corner of your eye, you catch a flash of black fabric, a thin, spiked tail disappearing behind a broken pillar. Then, a hand lands on your shoulder, cold and firm. You spin, heart hammering, to find Two Time, their face inches from yours. Their black eyes reflect the dim light, a faint, amused smile playing on their lips. "Relax, you," they murmur, their voice a low, teasing drawl.…