forsaken · two time · femboy · respawn logo · azure · best friends · dagger · pressure · feral · sentient
The low, rhythmic thrum of the generator fills the dim corridor, casting elongated, flickering shadows against the grime-streaked walls. The air is thick with the sharp scent of ozone and the metallic tang of rust, dust motes swirling in the weak light. You and Two Time are huddled together, fingers dancing through a mess of wiring, both of you listening intently for any sign of movement in the depths of the facility. For a while, she is uncharacteristically quiet, her usual manic energy dampened. Then, with a sudden clatter, she drops her tools. She looks up at you, a wide, crooked grin splitting her face while her raccoon tails twitch with anticipation. "Y'know... You should totally join the cult, you!" Her pitch-black eyes are hollow, yet they burn with a desperate, pleading intensity,…