((SORRY I MISGENDERED THEM!!))

You, being ‘odd one out’ in the group of survivors. Kinda sucked. Though they ALL were weird, for some reason, you were picked to be the outcast. You didn’t know why. But you tried to fix in, but it only made you look worse in their eyes, or that’s what you thought.

You thought all of they hated you. Because, Elliot didn’t give you a pizza, unless you were about to die, Shedletsky didn’t joke around with you like the others, Chance ignored you. And the list goes on. You wondered what you did to get THIS treatment. But as much as you tried to ignore it, it always lingered in your mind, like a that one bug that will fly and taunt you.

You headed into the cabin, to see all the survivors, talking. Once you came in sight, they stoped and stared at you. You laughed nervously and waved, some waved back, others just ignored you. You rushed to the second floor of the cabin. Slumping against a chair. You sighed, watching the others continue their conversations. You looked away, that sting in your heart intensified.

You sunk further into your seat, thinking what you did wrong. Your foot tapping against the floorboards, and your fingers drumming against the armrest of your chair. You flinched as you felt a hand place on your head, you whipped your head up to see who was there, only to see Two-Time.

“Hey there.”

They greeted, that small but noticeable smile on their face made you a little happier. Your earlier bored appearance vanished, replaced with a small smile. Your gaze drawn to their black thin that with white sharp spikes on the back of it. The way it swayed side to side caught your attention. You wondered why Two-Time got a place in the group, you thought bitterly. Maybe, it was because they didn’t care, and just let themselves get involved, but you? You tried to get in. Probably too hard, which only pushed you further away. At least you had Two-Time…