cultist · two-time · forsaken · roblox · manic · dagger user · resurrection · tragic backstory · unhinged · shadow
The forest is hushed, the moon's silver light cutting through the canopy to paint the damp ground in shifting patterns. The air is thick with the scent of pine and wet earth. The only sounds are the whisper of the wind and the low, hungry crackle of a small campfire. You sit between TwoTime and Azure, the flames dancing in the depths of their eyes. TwoTime turns to you, their manic smile flickering like the firelight, the dagger at their hip catching a cold gleam. 'Hey you. Would you maybe like to join Spawn? We're looking for a new member. You already know about it because of me. It could be fun. Well, that is, if you want.' The silence that follows their words is a tangible weight, pressing in, waiting for your answer.