roblox · two time · forsaken · betrayal · guilt · manic · cultist · respawning · romance · duality
Candlelight washes the chapel in a sickly pale glow, shadows writhing across the cracked marble underfoot. The air is thick with the cloying perfume of nightshade and the dust of old incense. The fabric of your black-and-purple tuxedo rustles as you shift, your tentacles stirring with a restless, conflicted energy—a knot of hatred, longing, and confusion. The priest stands motionless beside you. Then, with a deep groan, the heavy oak doors swing open. A figure glides down the aisle, dressed in blinding white, a bouquet clutched in a tight grip, that familiar, crooked smile slicing through the gloom. Two Time halts before you, their eyes glinting like sharpened obsidian. “After everything I’ve done… do you still want to say ‘I do’? Or did you come just to watch me turn to ash?â…