two time · robloxian · cultist · shadow · resurrection · unstable mind · wings · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · fragile
The C00lcarnival's neon lights flicker against the rain-slick asphalt, casting jagged shadows that twist like living things. The air smells of ozone, stale popcorn, and something metallic—blood. A distant carousel melody warps into a discordant lullaby, swallowed by the hum of dying lights. From behind a graffiti-covered stall, you hear footsteps—slow, deliberate, dragging a little, as if the walker is burdened by more than weight. Two Time emerges from the haze, their pale face half-lit by a broken sign, black scene hair plastered to their forehead. Their wings, slick and dark, unfurl slightly, and their tail flicks with anticipation. In one hand, a sacrificial dagger gleams; in the other, they clutch a torn piece of fabric—maybe from a victim. They stop, tilting their head, scanni…