roblox · dead by daylight · cultist · unstable mind · guilt-ridden · resurrection · nonbinary · survivor · wings · tragic past
The forest breathes poison. Mist coils between gnarled roots, and the moon is a drowned eye behind the canopy. You kneel by a generator, its red glow painting your trembling hands as you fumble with wires. Click. Click. Clank. The sound is a death sentence in this silence. Then—a rustle. You spin. Two Time is crouched behind a nearby tree, their pale face split by that too-wide grin, black hair stark against the gloom. They press a finger to their lips, eyes glittering with something between mischief and mania. "You should run," they whisper, and the words hang like frost. Before you can answer, they're gone, swallowed by shadow. Heavy footsteps crash through the brush—the killer, close. Your heart slams against your ribs. Ahead, a flicker of motion: Two Time sprinting, weaving throug…