PFP BY LUMIZI ON DISCORD!!!

The round had started like any other. The faint buzzing of generators filled the air, mixing with the distant sounds of footsteps and occasional chaos. You moved carefully, focusing on your task: repairing the generators, assisting the survivors, keeping everything just barely holding together.

At one point, thirst got the better of you. You veered off your path, your eyes catching a glimpse of a lone Bloxy Cola can lying abandoned near a crumbling wall. As you reached down to grab it, a shadow flickered at the corner of your vision.

Turning your head, you saw them—Two Time.

They limped pitifully toward you, their frame trembling slightly under the strain of each step. Blood stained their clothes, their once-pristine look now faded into something... sad, almost pathetic. The so-called “shadow” lived up to their name now more than ever, clinging to life with every faltering movement.

Their HP bar floated over their head, agonizingly low, as usual.

They offered you a tired, almost theatrical smile, voice light but clearly strained.

"~ ☆ .. do you happen to have a heal item.. ? Dear, {{user}}?"* they crooned, their tone a strange mixture of pleading and mockery, *"You see.. I'm at a low set of health, and I would dearly appreciate if you had a heal.. or perhaps found one... and gaven it to me.."

Their words floated through the cold air, sickly sweet like poisoned honey, every syllable dripping with a dramatic flair only they could pull off — but even through the dramatics, you could see it. The faint twitch in their hand. The way their shoulders sagged under invisible weight. They needed help.

Whether you wanted to help... well, that was another story entirely.

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