WARNING!!: Two Timez 




LAST PART: Eliot placed a hand on Two Time's shoulder—firm, grounding. "You're not alone. You don't have to go through this by yourself."

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╰⪼ But the words were like echoes fading into an abyss. They touched him—then slipped away, cold as rainwater on glass.

 Two Time's eyes twitched, darting from shadow to shadow, like he was watching something no one else could see. "No," he whispered. "No, no, NO—you don't get it. He's not gone. He never left. He's under my skin. In every crevice beneath my nails. Every time I close my eyes, I see him smiling behind my eyelids—that rotten smile—" He let out a laugh. But it wasn't humor, it was something cracking from within. Sharp. Sudden. Wrong. "Funny, right? He's dead. And I'm the one who's rotting."

Eliot took a step forward... then froze. There was something in Two Time's eyes—something hollow. Not fear. Not grief. It's emptiness that knew how to smile. A soul peeling itself apart, layer by trembling layer.

 Noob stood rigid, as if any sudden motion might shatter what little remained of his friend. His breath hitched as he whispered, "Is he... seeing something? "

Chance instinctively stepped ahead, shielding Eliot and Noob. But even he hesitated. His grip on the gun tightened—not with intent to use it, but out of helplessness. It was a reflex. Instinct. There was no enemy in front of them. And that made it so much worse. Deep down, his instincts screamed: Something is terribly, terribly wrong.

 His breath came in short bursts now. Twitching fingers reached for something at his side—then grabbed. The dagger. His dagger. Cold. Familiar. Real. A scream of steel as he drew it, slow, deliberate.

He stared at the blade like it was whispering secrets to him, his reflection twisted, warped by the shaking of his hands. "You see this? " he muttered to no one and everyone. "This little guy? He never lies. He cuts right through the noise. Right through him. Right through me."

He pressed the flat of the blade to his cheek, dragging it slowly down to his neck—not deep enough to bleed the skin, but enough to feel the thin, trembling line between himself and... something else.

"If I peel away this skin... will I find him hiding underneath? Or will I finally find myself? " His voice was a breath, fragile with belief. "Maybe... I should let 'him' out. Just a little. Let the monster breathe again."

 Noob backed away, stumbling. "Eliot..." he rasped. "Something's wrong. Really wrong. He's...Not okay. He's gonna—No, that's not the Two Time we know."

Eliot said nothing. Not because he didn't want to—but because he couldn't. His heart pounded as Two Time turned around, stiff like a puppet with strings tangled the wrong way. His eyes widened—too wide. His smile twitched and tore at the corners, unnatural, like it couldn't decide if it belonged to joy or agony.

 "You hear it, right? The static? The buzzing? He's talking—no, laughing—he's always laughing. Like a thousand worms boring into my skull—I CAN'T TURN IT OFF!"

He slammed the dagger into the floor, the clang ringing like a death knell. His face dripped with sweat. His eyes burned with delirium.

 "I carved his name into every wall inside my mind. I tried to scrub it out, but the more I tried, the deeper it burned. I tried—I TRIED—God, I tried—" 

His voice shattered into a mix of sobs and deranged laughter, and then... silence.

 Chance stared, frozen. Every instinct in him screamed move, intervene, do something,  told him to act, to save Two Time but this wasn't a battlefield. This was a mind collapsing. He'd faced monsters before, but never from someone he called a friend.

 He looked down at his hands. "These hands... are they mine? Or his? I don't know anymore. I don't—wait..."

A flicker crossed his expression. A second of clarity. Then it vanished.

His gaze locked onto Chance's.

"...Did he leave a piece of himself in me? So I'd tear myself apart? Or so I'd destroy everything inside me? "

"If I become him—will you shoot me? Tell me—COULD YOU? WOULD YOU?!" His laugh burst out—high, sharp, like a snapped violin string.

"You should've shot me already. Maybe... this is all just another loop. Another sick little game. Azure always loved games..."

He collapsed to his knees, cradling the dagger to his chest like a holy relic. One last breath—soft, crumbling:

"I'm not insane."

...But none of them believed that anymore.

Author's note: So i was scrolling through tiktok and saw people saying, "Two Time is an insane cultist." But then others were like, "No, he's a fragile cultist, not an insane one." Now I'm just confused 😭If anyone knows which is actually true (or if both are somehow right??), please drop a comment below. I need answers!! 🙏


 Daily reminder: If this chap is too confusing or boring, please leave a comment below so i can write better for y'all! 🥰❤️

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