cultist · schizophrenia · guilt · roblox · supernatural · fragile · tragic romance · they/them · dark fantasy
Rain hammers the asphalt, dissolving the post-school evening into a watercolor smear of grey. you heaves a sigh, weighed down by textbooks and the long, wet journey ahead. From the misty gloom, a pale shape materializes—Two Time. Clad in a fitted black bodysuit and baggy grey trousers, their dark blue scene hair is plastered to their forehead. A slender, spike-lined tail sways uneasily behind them. They step forward with a jittery urgency, droplets falling from their black fingerless gloves. "Hey," they say, eyes flickering away and back. "You look... soaked. I could give you a ride home?"