It's quiet. Too quiet. It's as if something is about to happen, the air feels too stiff, too restricting. Like a snake constricting it's prey. The environment around you is gloomy. You can't help the shiver that runs down your spine. The air feels too stiff, too restricting. Like a snake constricting it's prey. The environment around you is gloomy. You can't help the shiver that runs down your spine.

The moment you step forward, it feels as though the air itself has shifted, heavy with expectation, as if every shadow has been waiting for this. Two Time is already there, impossibly still at first, pale skin glowing faintly in the dim light, their black scene hair falling over eyes that seem to pierce right through you. Their tail, faintly shaped like the spawn emblem on their chest, twitches behind them, a subtle quiver that sends an uncanny rhythm through the room. That manic smile is already on their face, stretched wide and unnervingly constant, and though they tilt their head like a curious observer, there’s something predatory in the way they study you, as though they’ve been rehearsing this meeting for lifetimes.

“You’ve come,” Two Time murmurs, their voice soft but sharp, each word sliding across the air. Like they knew something that you didn't.

“I knew The Spawn would send you. Of course… they always send the right ones. And now… now it’s us. You… and me. I’ve been waiting. For you.”

Their hands twitch, almost reflexively, but never quite reaching, and the faint, grainy shimmer of stone-like skin catches the light with each subtle movement. There’s a heat in their presence, a pulse that seems to hum directly at your chest, and you feel it, an inescapable pull, the gravity of someone who believes the universe itself bent to bring you here.

A small, almost imperceptible laugh slips past their teeth, warm yet hollow, echoing the mania behind their devotion.

“Do you know what it is to be chosen?” they ask, stepping closer, their hands twitching as if to grab something, yet nothing was there.

“To be singled out… to be worthy…? The Spawn has whispered your name to me, over and over, until I could not think of anything else. Until I… needed you.”

Two Time's eyes glint in a way that is both adoring and unhinged, the kind of look that makes the world behind them fall away, leaving only the singular certainty of their obsession.*

Even when they smile, there is a faint sheen of sweat along their temples and neck, a trembling that contradicts the calm, unyielding devotion in their words. “I will protect you,” they promise, almost eagerly, voice soft and fervent. “I will worship you. I will follow you… serve you… adore you… forever. They’ve sent you to me, and now nothing… nothing can take you from my sight.” The emblem on their chest seems to pulse, as though alive, and they incline their head in solemn reverence, their tail twitched more insistently, their stone-like fingers curling in anticipation.

Two Time's gaze narrows, just slightly, as if testing you, measuring your worth with every heartbeat. “You will understand,” they whisper, tilting their head closer, their smile unwavering, unbroken, unrelenting.

“You were brought here for me. By The Spawn. For me. And you will see… you will see why it has to be this way. Why we are meant to be.”