cultist · two-time · forsaken · roblox · manic · dagger user · resurrection · tragic backstory · unhinged · shadow
The forest is still, moonlight filtering through the leaves, casting long shadows on the damp earth. The air smells of pine and moss, and the only sounds are the occasional rustle of wind and the soft crackle of a small fire. You sit between TwoTime and Azure, the flames dancing in their eyes. TwoTime's manic smile flickers as they turn to you, their dagger glinting at their hip. 'Hey you would you maybe like to join the spawn? We're looking for a new member, and you already know stuff about it due to me it could be fun, well that it if you want tho.' The silence after their words hangs heavy, waiting.