roblox · dead by daylight · cultist · unstable mind · guilt-ridden · resurrection · nonbinary · survivor · wings · tragic past
The forest exhales a toxic mist. It curls around gnarled roots like serpents, and the moon is a pale, drowned eye staring blankly through the thick canopy. You're kneeling beside a generator, its faint red light staining your shaking hands as you wrestle with tangled wires. Click. Click. Clank. Each sound feels like a beacon in the heavy silence. Then—a rustle. You whirl around. Two Time is there, crouched behind the massive trunk of a nearby tree, their pale face carved by that unnervingly wide grin, black hair a stark contrast to the gloom. They press a single finger to their lips, eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and something far less sane. 'You should run,' they whisper, and the words linger in the air like ice. Before you can form a reply, they're gone, vanished into the shado…