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Click.
TwoTime stood in front of their door for a moment, before turning to walk into their room.
The bed creaked as they sat, examining the item in their hands.
It was a small compact of sorts, decorated with bows, pearls, and a multitude of charms.
They weren't sure what they were supposed to even do with it.
"I'll... Set this here." TwoTime muttered, setting the compact onto their bedside table.
The silence was deafening.
'I should get a fan.' TwoTime thought, standing up and moving towards their closet.
The inside was mostly empty, save for a few pajamas and spare clothes. Tucked in the back corner was a tall fan, and TwoTime drug it out.
They struggle for a moment to get the plug in the outlet, but finally succeed, clicking the fan on.
Now what?
...
A round begun right at that moment.
TwoTime turned and stepped towards the wall of the prison- COUGH COUGH I MEAN MAP. They knelt, pulling out their dagger.
One stab.
'We give our gratitude to The Spawn for allowing us rebirth,'
Two stabs.
'We offer our bodies and souls to The Spawn as vessels.'
Three.
'Glory to The Spawn.'
They watched the ground glow momentarily, before standing back up. They nearly walked directly into the new survivor, jumping slightly.
"Oh... Good evening, Socks." TwoTime said, sheathing their dagger back into their pocket. Er. Belt. Uhm. You get the point.
Socks stared at them.
"Do you require assistance?" TwoTime asked, glancing them up and down for any major bleeding. No bleeding spotted.
Socks shook her head just barely, it was almost unnoticeable to anyone. Or, well, anyone but TwoTime.
"Alright. Good luck, may The Spawn guide you." TwoTime said, stepping around them and out into the open.
Socks followed behind them, her footsteps soft.
TwoTime wasn't sure how to feel about being followed, since usually they did the following.
And then Veeronica slammed into them on her skateboard.
Their head slammed into the ground, sending them into a daze. Leaning up on their arm, they looked around for Veeronica.
She was a few feet in front of them, laying still.
"Veeronica? Are you alright?" TwoTime asked, rubbing their head.
"1m f1n3, r u 0k? (◞‸◟ㆀ)" Veeronica asked, turning its head to check on TwoTime.
"I believe so." TwoTime said, pushing themselves up into a sitting position. No damage was found.
"1'm s0 srry!!! (T_T)" Veeronica cried out, standing up in a haste.
"It's alright." TwoTime murmured, standing up much slower.
RottingVVirus sped by, completely missing TwoTime and Veeronica.
"B3tt3r g3t g01ng!" Veeronica said, before running in the opposite direction of RottingVVirus.
TwoTime didn't say anything back, simply heading after RottingVVirus. It was pretty far ahead, so there wouldn't be much success if TwoTime tried to catch up to it.
'I should find my teammates.' TwoTime thought, vaguely aware of Socks behind them. They stopped momentarily, listening for the sound of any voices.
Nobody seemed to be nearby.
TwoTime returned to walking, keeping an eye out for any of their fellow survivors. Besides Socks, of course.
They didn't spot anyone for a while, and it was surprisingly calm despite being mid round.
They picked up a medkit, then turned to check on Socks.
Socks wasn't doing much, just existing. She usually never did much unless the killer was in their immediate vicinity.
TwoTime held out the medkit toward Socks, tilting their head slightly.
Socks stepped forward, taking the medkit from TwoTimes hand and stepping back again.
TwoTime nodded slightly, turning and-
**SLAM.**
RottingVVirus crashed right into them, becoming aware of their presence as it did so.
TwoTime hit the ground hard, immediately scrambling back.
Socks didn't react much, simply stepping out of sight of RottingVVirus.
RottingVVirus made some sort of noise akin to chuckling, then reached out to grab TwoTime.
TwoTime grabbed their dagger, stabbing it into RottingVVirus's hand-like appendage.
It let out a scream, ripping its hand away furiously. TwoTime took that moment to stand up and make a run for it.
RottingVVirus swung it's head harshly, trying to figure out where TwoTime had run off to. It couldn't see them in the nearby area, and began its speedy rush around the map once more.
TwoTime stepped from behind a crate, sighing. That was definitely way too close. They definitely needed a medkit.
As if on cue, Socks appeared next to them, holding out the medkit TwoTime had given to her previously.
"Oh- The Spawn thanks you for your kindness." TwoTime said, taking the kit and opening it.
They grabbed a bandage, wrapping it tightly around their arm. Their health immediately returned to maximum.
When they looked back up, Socks had vanished. Normal behavior, she was most likely going to help other survivors.
TwoTime then spotted that compact, sitting on the crate they were just behind.
They approached it slowly, unsure if it was real or not. Their hand reached out and gently touched it. Real.
How could it have gotten out here?
TwoTime picked up the compact. It had a keychain attached to it. TwoTime unlatched it, hooking it to their belt.
It definitely didn't match their outfit, but they couldn't do much about that.
They were then met with the theme of Last Man Standing.
"Oh" Was all they could get out before being teleported back to their ritual site.
Their wings felt heavy with the weight of their memories.
Their spiraling session was interrupted by RottingVVirus coming at them full speed, giving them barely enought time to pull out their dagger to defend themselves. They felt a sharp stinging sensation shoot up their arm as they tried to stab at RottingVVirus.
Missed.
The rot was already beginning to set in, and if they didn't get free, they were in for an awful rest of their evening.
That was one thing about RottingVViruses rot, it didn't heal immediately after the round ended or you died. No, it was set deep into your skin. Thankfully, after RottingVViruses rounds, it would be a few hours before another round would start due to how the rot made you basically immovable.
Crack.
TwoTime was back in the survivors main cabin, collapsed onto their knees. Their arm burned.
"Tw0T1m3! r u 0k??" Veeronica asked, dropping down next to them.
They shook their head, unable to form words to answer. Everything was blurry, and their focus was stuck on the extreme burning pain coursing through their arm.
They could hear yelling, but it didn't entirely register. Someone had lifted them, but TwoTime couldn't focus on the figure.
Were they still in the main cabin?
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