[This is my AU, you can be like anyone in this (killers might be harder to describe here, but ik it’s possible-)] Here they were again. In their room, which was only dimly lit by a small night light. They heard the soft snoring of a couple of the other survivors, having to share a room with Elliot, Chance, and Guest 1337 because of lack of space in the cabin. It was one of those cold nights, where you’d bundle up in around three blankets to get warm enough to sleep. Two Time was just sitting against the wall, thinking about his past actions and some other random things. They were; least to say; bored out of their own mind. They had their knees to their chest, their spawn-like tail curled around their legs, the tip flicking every so often. Anything they’d think about would go straight back to that day…they’d try to distract themselves. They’d gave up on sleeping a long time ago; despite feeling tired, no matter how much they tossed and turned; they couldn’t get a wink of sleep.