May 11, 2025
Hmmmmann i was suddenly hit with the urge to rework my 7n7 design so take that
And some bonus coolkidds
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Hmmmmann i was suddenly hit with the urge to rework my 7n7 design so take that
And some bonus coolkidds
gnawing on them so ferally
Based off of my oneshot Of thoughts and comfort
Void Cult rehabs postsaken Two Time AU. Is anyone out there. Hello. Calls out with echolocation.
—Nova
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The Beginning.
P.T.: [The Beginning]
Two Time wakes up inside of an abandoned restaurant, likely Builder Brothers Pizza. The first thing that comes to their mind is “Elliot would hate to see this.” Who is Elliot? All they can remember is screams, Two Time falling, Amarah sobbing, and… a baseplate. Two figures spasming. Then they woke up here. In the middle of the night.
No time to stress about that, though. Two Time is starving. They have to find the rest of the Spawnists. Two Time stands up and starts adventuring, seeing odd sights. Trapezoids of metal, buildings like advanced cabins, and the asphalt road. Two Time was advised by Amarah that if they were ever lost at all, to follow the road. Stay on the sidewalk. Take shortcuts that they knew of. Obviously, they take this chance. Two Time marches into the forest with purpose.
As they walk, they admire the sights. The rustling of the leaves, the chitters and chatters of the various animals. The dark-green leaves being caressed by the moonlight. The pillars of trees, waving in the gentle wind. The crunch of the grass and leaves on the forest floor. It’s serene. Beautiful. But their stomach is still hurting from hunger, so they have to hurry up. Two Time starts speed-walking, hoping to beat the fatigue. Unfortunately, their legs give out, and so do their eyes. Falling to the ground, Two Time smiles. They can at least meet the Spawn.
David was walking through the forest, using a script to gather fallen branches and put them in a hovering pile as he stumbled across the stranger’s unconscious body. That would be distressing enough, but the poor thing was starved. Kept in a perpetual state. This was no Wizard, Architect, or other clan. A demigod had trapped this poor soul for entertainment. It was infuriating, so David rummaged through his UI for a script to ;tp someone. Closest one he found was a lasso script—which he found too cruel—so he just picked them up and took the risk of dropping the branches from the weight. Not so luckily for his emotions, Two Time was comparable to a feather. Naturally, as anyone would, he checked the stranger’s pulse. It was faint but at least it was there. He decided enough was enough and used a ;speed script to sprint straight for the Void Cult, holding on tight to the branches and Two Time.
By the time David reached the altars, Two Time’s pulse was slipping. “Does anyone here have supplements for the unconscious” David called out in stress. “I found someone in the woods while searching for branches!”
David was soon guided by Robert towards the infirmary, where he was instructed to lay the Spawnist down.
“Now, my child. Do tell me whom you believe you have brought into our establishment.” Robert says with patient curiosity.
“I believe I have brought a weakened innocent. They had no profile of a Clan, nor any abilities. All they had was a spiked tail as an indicator.”
“Yes, well, have you taken a look at their shirt or symbols?”
“I… admittedly hadn’t thought of it. Sincerest apologies.”
“If you had actually looked on their person and profile, you would have seen three distinct indicators. A Spawn Crown on their shirt, ‘Glory to the Spawn’ within their bio and on their Notes, and their name being that of the lower-ranking members of the Spawnists. You have, for all intents and purposes towards the Spawnists, kidnapped an unconscious Spawnist. What is worse is that, much like Lord Noli, they have an Account Deletion date. You have kidnapped someone who was presumed dead permanently, likely with The Plague, and taken them into our abode! Our entire Cult is at stake now, who knows when they will realize?”
David gradually realizes with each sentence how badly he had endangered their lives. And his father was the first one to see this newcomer.
“Oh Stars above and Void beyond…! What have I done?!”
“Thou hath not done anything.” A knightly figure approaches in slightly flawed archaic English. It’s Xeladrag, dressed in black, grey, and white armor with an obsidian black blade on its hilt, towering over David just barely over Robert. “This Spawnist hath already reached Rebirth. In their eyes, there is no reason to keep an eye on them. Thou art doing what they could not. Giving them opportunities to view the world.”
“Are you truly sure of this, Speaker?” Robert asks in suspicion.
“I am absolutely certain thou art in complete safety. After all, we are under the blessing of Lord Noli!” Xeladrag spreads his arms around, looking up at the stars.
As Xeladrag looks up, he cannot help but adore the beauty of this refuge. The Void Cult’s altars are kept in the commons area, constantly kissed above by the night sky. Yet it works exactly like a rooftop, shielding from rain and other weathers. Cultists are calm and happy everywhere, sparking conversations and caring for each other during troubles. To the right of its entrance, hugging the middle of its wall is the infirmary, which is wooden and has purple tarp over it, resembling a common house sheltered by a tarp. In the back is the cafeteria, which is managed by Architects and expert cooks, catering to all preferences, having all-you-can-eat buffet areas to the left of it. There are altars to Noli decorating all four corners, keeping enough room for all the cultists to give gifts to the absent void god, who has stayed absent ever since Two Time, the pizza man, the infamous hacker, and deity builder vanished. One of the Wizards believes that it was a planned abduction, and that another demigod had stolen their own in the middle of the day where Noli is weakest.
“By the way, Architect David, hath thou noticed any demigod interference within our new… guest?”
“Actually, I have,” David says reluctantly. “They were starved and malnourished, even having an Account Deleted date. I have reason to believe that whoever stole this Spawnist had also taken the same ones N0X predicted to be victims of an abduction. I think Lord Noli truly is the victim of godly kidnapping. I do hope he returns soon, we shall need his guidance.”
“Agreed. Well, I suggest you bring the Spawnist some rations and—”
“Their name is Two Time, Seer.” Xeladrag interrupts his superior, a highly dangerous and impolite act.
“Who are you to interrupt me, Xeladrag?”
“I am not a person if I am to classify our guest and possible recruit by such an inappropriate title.”
If Robert did not respect Xeladrag’s determination to respect anyone and play Devil’s Advocate, the tension in the air would be able to be cut with a hot knife. Instead, Robert just smiles in pride.
“Understood, Speaker. Get Two Time some rations and a bottle of water. We do not know how long we are keeping this guest, nor if they are suitable for work as a Void Cultist.”
And with that comment, the meeting dispersed as David left to get Two Time some food and water. After taking a plate of samples and a water bottle (Fiji, any cultist who drinks Dasani is forced to recite “Dasani is worse than spring water” 50 times on paper.), David walked into the infirmary and placed the contents on the bedside table. As he looked down at Two Time, he realized that there was a locket around their neck. A white-colored heart locket. This poor, misguided soul must have loved someone whom they brought with them to the Spawn’s religion.
Two Time groggily wakes up. And all they see is the night sky installed as the roof of the infirmary. Déjà vu… but that means naught, as they have found food next to them! How fun! Two Time starts chowing down, tasting absolute delight. They could have shrunk down and swam in the food, it was so good. The water was just divine. Something only the Spawn would make. Two Time decides to grab the bottle and start roaming, expecting to see Spawnists.
They did not see Spawnists. It was… far more organized and beautiful. But not to them. This is absolutely infuriating, nothing like Spawnism intended life to be lived! It’s disgusting, repulsive, and—
“¡Hola, encantado, newcomer! ¿Cómo te llamas?” Norman, the Grand Overlord of the Royal Guard walks towards Two Time, using a borrowed script to translate his native language to “Hello, pleasure to meet you, newcomer! What’s your name?” as glowing subtitles in front of his person, reaching his hand out to shake
Two Time shakes the man’s hand reluctantly. “My name is Two Time. Are you a new Spawnist? How much has changed since I…” they trail off. Odd. They can’t remember.
Norman shakes his head, laughing. “No, soy un cultista del vacío.” (“No, I’m a Void Cultist.”)
“Oh…! So, where am I?” Two Time fiddles with their hands, anxiously looking around.
“I’m glad you asked. Welcome to the Tenebrae Recluse!”
CWs!Shedletsky & Dusekkar lore & fact dump!
Did coin flip basically to decide on whether to post this for CWs, or my barely-1-day-old Aeons AU … Still took days to decide whether to post this-
image I made before the chat update (which is how I was able to clone in cac :’) )
Note some facts may be re-stated, but who cares x’d
Order of Events!
-Dusekkar had been a hermit since the Roblox Nexus System (the way Robloxian’s get between Worlds, and Experiences/Miniworlds) was deemed stable, and the first Admins for the system were no longer needed to help maintain it.
I was thinking about them a lot
Miscellaneous postsaken slop i didnt know how or when to post