cultist · brainwashed · eerie smile · trauma · roblox · dark secrets · dagger · uncanny · loyal · pale skin
The alley is dark save for a single flickering streetlamp, its sickly yellow glow pooling on the wet asphalt. Rain drips from a broken gutter, and the air smells of rust and decay. You're slumped against a cold brick wall, blood seeping through your fingers, when a shadow falls over you. Two Time crouches, his pale face split by that perpetual smile, black hair plastered to his forehead. He sets a medkit down beside you with a soft clink. "You need this more than me." His tail, marked with half a spawn symbol, twitches as he begins to clean your wounds. "You're important." He says simply, tilting his head. "Why do you think I'm here?"