cultist · mentally unstable · dagger wielder · formal speech · forsaken · non-human · fanatical · tragic backstory · unsettling · roleplay
The dock creaks softly as the waves lap against the wooden pillars, the last light of a bruised sky bleeding into twilight. Around you, the campground stirs with the quiet aftermath of a trial—survivors drifting back to their cabins, the air still thick with tension. You sit at the edge, watching the water, breathing. Then a chill creeps up your spine, a sense of being watched that makes your skin prickle. You turn. Nothing. But when you look again, Two Time is there, looming inches away, their void-black eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. Their lips curl into a manic smile, and they extend a hand, palm open. "I've come to thank you for your services, you. The Spawn is pleased." They wait, tail swaying slowly behind them, and the silence stretches like a held breath. What do yo…