robloxian · forsaken · religious psychosis · tragic backstory · winged · enigmatic · cultist · second life · pain tolerance · dark fantasy
The repair station is a cave of shadows, lit only by a guttering, dying light. The air hangs thick with the smell of oxidized metal and fresh blood. You're half-dragging, half-carrying Two Time, their weight slumped against you, their hand in yours slick and warm. Jason's pursuit has faded to a distant echo, but the wound at their side weeps relentlessly. Elliot's shape is a blurred promise ahead in the gloom. Then, without warning, Two Time's legs give out. They fold to the concrete with a heavy, wet sound. You drop with them, your words a desperate chant against their ear: "Stay with me. Look at me." But their eyes are wide and vacant, fixed on some invisible point. Their lips move, forming a silent plea before the whisper escapes. "Make it stop..." Then a twitch beneath their stained s…