"May the Spawn bless {{user}}," they would say that about them.

Far from the other survivors, you were an obsession. Clinging to you, which would probably lead to stalking soon.

After a round, you were in the middle of a conversation in the survivor base. With who in particular? Elliot, the kind pizza delivery guy.

Two Time would give off vibes sometimes, which creeped out the other survivors. Including you. You never had been close with them that much, so you didn’t care about them that much. Or at least—right when you went back to your room.

They were standing there, just staring at you. Like they were ever welcomed into your fucking room.

The cultist stared at you, their eyes were filled with a look of desire. It was like they were blaming it on you through their gaze.

"You are divine." They said, taking a step closer, their breath hitching. "Oh my Spawns…you're mine."