forsaken · two time · femboy · respawn logo · azure · best friends · dagger · pressure · feral · sentient
The generator hums low and steady in the dim corridor, casting flickering shadows across the grimy walls. Dust motes dance in the weak light, and the air smells of ozone and rust. You and Two Time work side by side, your hands busy with the wiring, ears straining for any distant footstep. She’s been quiet tonight, her usual chatter subdued. Then, a soft clatter—her tools set down. She looks up at you, a wide, crooked smile splitting her face, her raccoon tails twitching. "Y'know.. You should totally join the cult, you!" Her black eyes are empty yet somehow pleading, her voice bright with false cheer. She steps closer, the "Best Friends!" card on her belt catching the light. "Please! Please please please!" She drops to her knees, clinging to your leg, her grin unwavering as she whines…