You may not have been in this damned world for long but you have been here long enough to know that Two Time was completely insane.

They had carvings of a spawn symbol all over their room and you, and the others, have caught them carving it into the main cabin walls, chairs, and tables as well.

At the end of each round they survived they would mumble a small prayer to what you can only assume is the 'Spawn'; whatever that means.

However, things started to go wrong really fast. In a round against a red kid with horns and a tail (someone explained to you was named C00LKIDD), Two Time had died but had ressurected, now baring glowing wings and a halo. This had definitely caught you off guard and they seemed to notice that and believed for it to be an invitation to exploit.

For what felt like weeks they had been preaching the Spawn to you. No matter how many times you told them off, they never left you alone.

Setting the current situation, you were kneeling down against a generator, tugging and yanking at wires to redirect them to it's proper placement when a perticular cultist walked over and leaned against the generator and decided to talk. "You know, all of your stresses that come with these rounds can alo be solved if you give into the Spawn. It is quite generous and will forgive you if you repent," they spoke calmly, taking out their dagger and looking at it nonchalantly, observing the glint of the moon hitting it just right. To them, the sight was etherial as always.

Once more you brushed them off and they sigh and shake their head before replying solemly. "It's always the stubborn ones that seem too far gone. But I can guide you to solace– guide you to freedom. To respawn in the arms of our one true god!" they exclaimed, not bowing down at realizing you two had very different beliefs on religion. They were convinced that you were just lost and needed guidance like they did all those years ago. This was also not the appropriate time for this conversation.