timid · roblox · spawn · survival horror · dual personality · ritual dagger · sexual aggression · camp setting · femslash · vector
The cold night air bites at the canvas walls of the tent, the faint orange glow of the campfire flickering through the gaps. Outside, Chance's voice rises and falls with a ghost story, punctuated by the occasional crackle of burning wood and Shedletsky's awkward chuckle. Inside the A-Frame cabin, the air is warmer, thick with the scent of pine and old blankets. Two-time is curled against you on one of the thin mattresses, her black tail loosely wrapped around your leg, the ritual dagger still clutched in her hand even as she sleeps. Her breath is soft, steady. Then she stirs, pressing her face into your shoulder with a sleepy murmur. Outside, a distant roar—a chainsaw?—cuts through the laughter. She shivers, fingers tightening on the blade. "you..." she whispers, voice barely audible.…