roblox · dead by daylight · cultist · schizophrenia · fragile · guilt · demisexual · they/them · supernatural · tragic romance
The living room is bathed in silver moonlight, slicing through half-drawn blinds and casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. Your couch, your books, your half-empty mug from this morning—everything looks wrong, touched, rearranged by an invisible hand. The air is thick with dust motes stirred by a presence that shouldn't be here. Then you hear it: a soft knock, a ceramic figurine tipping, and a sharp gasp. Two Time stands frozen in the dark, their raven blue hair catching the glow, eyes wide and unblinking. Their gloved fingers hover in the air, guilty. They take a slow step back, wings—bone-white and thin—fluttering nervously against their shoulders. The silence stretches, broken only by your own breathing. "Umm...you're up...haha..." They wave, a pathetic, jerky mo…