☝️Tim tam and azure in teh pas 🥹

WARNING!!: Two Time's fancy ahh speaking 😂😂😂✌️✌️

Night's chill pressed in on them, but the madness in the clearing burned hotter than any flame. Two Time remained on their knees, the dagger's hilt slick in their grip, eyes glazed with hollow torment. Eliot knelt beside them, gently sliding an arm around their shoulders as if anchoring a ship in a storm. Noob hovered behind, too terrified to move forward yet too compelled by loyalty to stay.

Chance holstered his gun but didn't relax. He scanned the treeline, half-expecting Azure's silhouette to reappear in the moonlit mist. Nothing stirred—only the distant call of an owl, an echo that sounded like a mocking laugh.

Eliot's voice was soft, measured. "Two Time, listen to me. You're here. You're safe. We're with you."

Two Time pressed their brow against Eliot's shoulder, eyes heavy with ancient sorrow. They spoke in a tone that trembled between poetry and madness:

"Safe...?" they whispered, voice quavering like candlelight in a tempest. "What sanctuary have I known but the cold embrace of steel? Here, in this dreadful hush, I taste only the bitterness of my own salvation. For every heartbeat reminds me of the specter that dwells within—I feel them pulse, a dark rivulet beneath my flesh."

At that, Two Time's lips curved into a fragile, almost reverent smile. They murmured under their breath, as one might whisper an ancient prayer or a dark benediction:

"The spawn has truly called him back... He has come back."

Eliot gently pried the dagger free and laid it on the ground. Chance crouched, ready, while Noob offered a slice of lukewarm pizza. They blinked at the offering, then accepted it with an odd reverence, as though it were a communion wafer from some twisted ritual. They raised it slowly, fingers trembling.

Two Time accepted it with trembling hands, holding it not as food, but as if it were some sacred offering. They stared at it for a moment—cheese slightly congealed, crust a little stiff—then let out a low, melodic laugh, warped by anguish.

"To bite into this..." they murmured, voice soft and distant, "...is to taste the absurdity of existence. Grease and grief. Warmth clinging to rot. A feast served at the funeral of sanity."

"A curious offering," they whispered. "Stale bread and memories... perhaps a fitting meal for a soul in limbo."

Silence followed, thick as velvet. Noob dared a question: "What do we do now..?"

Chance exchanged a look with Eliot. "We bring them somewhere safe, then unravel this curse."

Two Time rose, swaying, as if their limbs were marionettes on string. They spoke with bitter grace:

"Safe... a quaint illusion. You speak of sanctuaries as though walls and fires might shield me from my own blood. But my torment is not without these trees, nor does it dwell beyond the edge of this blade. It dwells within every pulse, every breath, a ceaseless thief that steals my reason."

Eliot supported them, one arm beneath their elbow. Noob took the other side. Chance brought up the rear, vigilant.

Their procession moved through the woods like pilgrims seeking absolution. The moonlight played across Two Time's pallid face, illuminating the shadows in their eyes.

Suddenly, the forest parted to reveal a lone figure—Shedletsky—striding forward, unhurried, a roasted turkey leg in hand.

Shedletsky took a leisurely bite of the turkey leg, juice glistening on his beard. "Yo folks! Heard there was a little drama here," he said between chews. "Hope I'm not too late for the party."

Two Time halted, gaze locked on this surreal apparition. They raised a hand, pale and trembling, and addressed him in solemn tones:

"Ah, interloper of fate, you emerge upon this accursed stage with morsel in hand—an unbidden herald in the theater of my mind. Do you bear tidings of deliverance... or herald yet another act of my undoing?"

Shedletsky chewed thoughtfully. "Depends—how's the mood? Need a hand... or a turkey leg?"

Each word struck Two Time like a drop of ink in still water. They closed and reopened their eyes, the storm within flickering like dying embers.

"Might your offering quell the riot of phantoms?" they asked, voice hushed. "Or will it merely fan the conflagration in my skull?"

Shedletsky shrugged, dripping grease onto the leaf litter. "You tell me—I'm here now."

Two Time turned to Eliot, voice soft but resolute:

"If madness is a realm I must traverse," they said, "then let these companions guide me through the dark. Let no shadow unsheathe its dagger in my mind while they stand vigil."

The four formed a circle under the canopy—Two Time between salvation and the abyss, Shedletsky's turkey leg glowing oddly warm in his hand. Around them, the forest whispered. A late breeze rustled leaves in what sounded like applause—or lamentation.

And in that moment, Two Time's voice broke the hush once more:

"Lead on, my friends—through haunted groves and shattered dreams. For I am both the wanderer and the wasteland, and I shall not walk this path alone."

They moved forward together, the echo of their vow swelling in the midnight air, a fragile beacon against the gathering dark.

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Then, before stepping into the forest's shroud once more, Two Time turned back. The shadows danced along their face like living things.

A slow, faint smile crept onto their lips. Not joyous. Not relieved. Something deeper. Stranger. The kind of smile someone wears when staring into the abyss and recognizing the shape of something familiar within it.

Then, they bowed their head slightly, whispering a prayer—not to any god above, but to the Spawn which, in their heart, had done the impossible.

Not with joy.
Not with hope.
But with a conviction so cold it burned.

"He truly came back... didn't he?" they whispered, almost in awe. "The Spawn answered. The Spawn brought him back. He was never gone. Not really. His laughter still gnaws at the edge of my mind. I hear him in the rustle of leaves... feel him in the marrow of the wind. He walks again—respawn in rot and reverence."

Their voice softened into a muttered litany, like a zealot at the altar of a god no one else could see.

"Ashes to ashes. Thought to flesh. Smile to smile... Amen." 

Their smile didn't reach their eyes, which held the hollow glint of a soul lost to the void. It wasn't happiness that sparked in their gaze but a sickening kind of trust—a trust that the return of Azure, whatever that might mean, was more curse than blessing. The prayer-like words they spoke were not to invoke salvation, but to confirm the fear that had taken root within them.

Then, without another word, Two Time turned back to the path ahead, moving once more, as if the forest were their only home, as if the shadows were their only companions. And with each step, the haunting truth settled deeper into their heart: Azure's return, and the horrors it carried, were no longer a distant nightmare. They were here.

















Update: I've fixed Two Time's pronouns and made their actions more prayer-like. What do yall think? 

Author's note: Because i have exams coming up, im really tired right now, and im having stye too which is affecting my writing AGAIN...Im so sorry, everyone. I'll do better next time 😭🙏 ALSO THE TITLE IS A JOKE 

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


























Imo i think they (Two time) should speak more fancy but nvm cuz im not writting allat 💔
TWO TIME REWORKED YAYAYAYAYAY 🤑🤑🙏