in the name of the spawn!
— in which two time decides to have a small chat with you during a round.
cw: making out, possibly ooc.
Sometimes, you think back to all the dumb things you’d done in your life. Like that time you stole a bag of chips from a gas station, or that time you snuck out of the house near midnight to go out with friends. Or even that time you ran across a busy highway carelessly. You still cringe at the thought of the last one.
All of these things and more, yet nothing could compare to what conundrum you had gotten yourself into right now.
It had all started when you had woken up in that god forsaken cabin. You hadn't a single clue how you could have ended up here; one moment you’re falling asleep in your soft bed after a long day of work, then you’re waking up on an uncomfortably stiff mattress in an unfamiliar environment. Not only that, but you then found yourself surrounded by faces you could not recognize in the slightest, so that wasn’t very comforting. It took a long while of gentle persuading to get you to come out of your room from the other survivors for you to finally give in.
On the bright side, most of the other survivors you found yourself stuck with aren’t too unpleasant. Hell, you’d say some of them are nice. Elliot tried their best to keep you as comfortable as possible, giving you slices of pizza whenever you got yourself hurt during the rounds. Builderman and Shedletsky checked up on you regularly despite your initial hesitance, insisting everyone is just as important as another. The rest of them are either friendly enough, or leave you alone entirely, which you’re okay with.
All of them but one, because of course it had to be like this.
Two Time was their name, you think. You could barely catch it in between their slightly deranged ramblings about the Spawn, or whatever it was. You weren't really listening, you generally opted to smile and nod in hopes that they’ll get the hint and leave you alone. Unfortunately for you, it had the opposite effect; Two Time took your nodding as interest to their little cult.
Now they wouldn’t ever leave you alone, insisting you would be a perfect addition to the cult despite your adamant refusals. Anytime they could, they would sing praises to you about the Spawn, and sometimes even praises about you. Although you are convinced that Two Time’s sappy ramblings about you are just to butter you up to get you to change your mind, it still doesn’t stop you from feeling a certain fuzziness in your chest from it.
Whenever the two of you got stuck in one of the rounds together, Two Time would insist on staying with you, claiming that the chance of victory is larger in pairs. Though they only ever stuck themselves with you. You could try to protest, but it's not like it ever got you anywhere. So you could only endure their manic ramblings about how great the Spawn is and how lovely of an addition you would be to the cult. It's not as bad as it used to be, you suppose. You’ve found yourself to eventually tolerate, or maybe even enjoy Two Time’s presence, despite their peculiarity.
This time was just like every other one.
Only instead of wandering around side by side looking for generators or other survivors like usual, you and Two Time somehow ended up hidden behind a tree on the corner of the map— which would not have been too out of the ordinary— if you weren’t having a full blown make out session as if your fellow survivors weren’t running for their lives not too far away.
“By the spawn, you are absolutely divine…” Two Time muttered breathlessly, breaking away from your lips momentarily to gaze into your eyes. “Beautiful, so pretty. The spawn would be honored to have you as one of his followers.”
“Two Time, hold on— we need to— mh,” your protests are silenced by the cultist pressing their lips against yours again. Their hands gently cup your heated cheeks, deepening the kiss. You can feel their lips curling into a smile against yours as they hum, satisfied.
“Worry not, darling,” another peck. “Just for now, let your worries go.” Another kiss, this one longer and more passionate. You feel yourself shiver as Two Time’s tongue lightly brushes against your lower lip.
“In the Spawn’s name, I would never let anything hurt you.”
“We should really— hmph— we should be helping everyone…” you whisper softly, although you can’t deny that you’ve found yourself leaning into Two Time’s affections more and more. They smile at you in response, caressing your cheek gently as their thumb lingers on your lips.
“Why bother?” They begin rather coldly, though their face holds nothing but fondness towards you, “It’s every man for themself here, these fellows can handle themselves just fine. And besides…”
They move closer, their breath fanning your face as you swallow. “We have the Spawn to protect us all, hmm?”
You purse your lips and screw your eyes shut in anticipation, your breath getting caught in your throat. Though you soon realize nothing comes. You wait a moment, before your eyes pop open in curiosity and confusion.
Two Time remains unmoving a few inches from your face, signature wide smile unwavering. They look at you expectantly, eyes wide and cheeks dusted with pink. They chuckle at your expression. Their fingers pinch your cheek, pulling and prodding at it affectionately. “Were you expecting something?”
You squeak dumbly. “H— Huh?”
“Oh silly thing,” they giggle, eyes flicking to your lips for a split second before returning back to your eyes, “I wanna hear you say it.”
Their thumb finds your bottom lip again, prying your lips apart slightly as you stare at Two Time dumbfounded.
“The Spawn protects us all, does it not?”
A roar in the distance. One minute remains.
You swallow, considering your actions for a moment. This is dumb, this is really dumb. Why on Earth are you entertaining this freak? Your pride has been screaming at you to tell them to stop for the past several minutes. You could do so much better than someone like Two Time. Not to mention, you are actively being hunted by a killer, and you're sitting here letting Two Time practically eat your face. And still, you hated how fuzzy and fluffy you felt when they gave you this kind of attention. All for you.
Your voice comes out hoarse before you can stop it.
“…the Spawn protects us all…”
Their grin widens tenfold. You didn’t even think someone could smile this wide.
“Well, isn’t that something!” They laugh, palms finding your cheeks, squishing them lightly. “I am absolutely delighted to hear you agree with the Spawn’s teachings! The Spawn will truly, truly be pleased!”
30 seconds remain.
“May the Spawn guide our future, you and I…”
“This is something you won’t ever regret. And in the Spawn’s name, I will prove it to you.”
You open your mouth to speak, but before you could respond, Two Time presses their lips against yours once more. There’s far more passion and fervor than the previous times within the last few minutes, and you hum in embarrassment. A strangled squeak escapes your throat as you suddenly feel a cold and wet sensation against your tongue. Your body trembles as Two Time unashamedly explores your mouth with their tongue, eyes boring up into yours. Your eyes shut tight, unable to handle the intimate eye contact.
10 seconds.
Two Time hums, muttering against your lips before begrudgingly pulling away from you, a thin string of saliva being the one thing connecting the two of you. They giggle at your flustered expression.
5 seconds.
“I enjoyed myself,” they smile fondly, “Wouldn’t you say the same?”
You can’t bring yourself to reply.
3.
“Shall we meet again soon?”
2.
You nod meekly.
1.
They hum, placing a final quick peck on your lips.
“I look forward to it.”
Then everything went black.
my first post, hello! cross posted on ao3 here!