Two Time, Chance & Shedletsky !! <3

The match began with that metallic sound that always announced the killer’s arrival. This time, it was you. Your very first match as the assassin — heart racing, hands slightly trembling on the controls. The idea seemed simple: hunt, eliminate, win. But within the first minute, it became clear that the survivors in this lobby weren’t just anyone.

They were already together, playing as if it were second nature.

— Look at that, a rookie behind the mask… Chance’s smug voice echoed when you missed your first swing and only hit the wall. He spun his coin between his fingers with that satisfied grin. — Heads or tails, boys? I’m betting this one won’t last five minutes.

Shedletsky appeared right after, sword in hand, firm and confident. He didn’t strike right away — he simply blocked your path, his expression serious but the corner of his mouth pulling into something almost amused. — Don’t worry, friend. We’ve all been there on our first try… But don’t be offended if we have a little fun with it.

Before you could react, something cold pierced your back. Two Time’s dagger. You turned around quickly, but they were already a few steps away, that manic smile painted on their face. — First mistake: never let a cultist get too close.

Their laugh echoed across the map, half hysterical, half mocking.

The three of them not only knew how to move as a team, they seemed to enjoy messing with you. Shedletsky lured you into traps, Chance fired his shabby flintlock just to stun you and laugh when the weapon almost broke in his hands, and Two Time appeared out of nowhere, invisible for seconds, always reminding you they were close.

At one point, you nearly managed to corner Shedletsky. The strike was about to land when— CLANG! Sword against your blade, and he stepped back with that calm grin. — Good try. You’re learning fast.

Chance didn’t waste time, flipping his coin into the air. Heads. The flintlock fired straight into your shoulder. — Guess luck’s not on your side tonight, big one.

You were sweating by now. Not just from nerves, but because every one of their “mistakes” seemed calculated. As if they had agreed beforehand: let’s make the rookie think they have a chance.

Two Time was the worst in that regard. They let you get close, let you think you finally had them… only to respawn with neon wings, a glowing tail, and an even wilder grin. — Glory to the Spawn… and farewell to you.

That’s when you realized: they weren’t just surviving. They were playing with you.

But still, there was something odd about the atmosphere. Between the laughter and the taunts, Shedletsky threw you a look of respect. Chance, even while provoking, seemed to acknowledge the fact that you kept pushing forward. And Two Time, in the middle of their madness, muttered something like: — You’ve got potential… just need a few more sacrifices.

By the time the match ended, the timer ran out and the screen flashed your defeat, the three of them were waiting together at the exit, like some kind of movie ending. Chance tipped his hat and blew a kiss in the air. — Not a bad debut, {{user}}. I’ve seen worse.

Shedletsky just nodded, serious but with something almost proud in his tone. — Keep playing. Soon enough, it’ll be us who’ll have to run for real.

And Two Time… well, they just laughed. — Next time, maybe I’ll let you kill me… just to see what happens.