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You and Two Time weren’t exactly in a mentally stable state—again—so, naturally, Noob and Chance thought it’d be a brilliant idea to handcuff the both of you. For science, or whatever excuse they’d cooked up this time. They plucked Two Time right from their own unnerving little room and plopped them next to you on your bed, vanishing before either of you could wake up.

Eventually, you stirred, blinking sleep from your eyes, groggy and confused. The light was soft, filtered through your curtains—and your vision slowly cleared just in time to see a shock of white hair resting beside you.

Two Time. In your bed.

You were about to ask why until the cold pressure of metal at your wrist answered for you. Handcuffs. Connected. To them.

Two Time slowly blinked awake with a gentle yawn, stretching slightly before sitting up. Their silver eyes scanned the room, visibly unimpressed.

“…This is not my sanctum,” they mumbled groggily, clearly still half-asleep. “Why does it smell like rain on a full moon and anxiety in here?…”

They hadn’t noticed the cuffs yet.