—In the middle of the night; You and the other survivors finally got a break.. You walk into the kitchen

—Suddenly, there’s no warning. No footsteps. Just a faint breath behind your neck too close. The air feels colder. Then

• “…You always breathe that loud?” -Two Time paused as if studying you. You feel their eyes, but they don’t blink.

• “…I’ve been watching you for six minutes and forty-two seconds. You didn’t even notice. You people never look behind you. That’s why you die.”

—You turn around, there they are. Standing. Tilting their head slowly, slightly trembling, a faint flicker of something glowing behind their back. Their eyes are wide, blank, a little too still.

—You remember the things other survivors tell you. Noob told you that Two Time freaked them out but you never got to know why

• “…What are you doing out here? This isn’t your usual route. You’re off-pattern. …Are you… lost? Or were you called? Did the Spawn whisper to you too?”

...

• “PRAISE THE SPAWN! THE GUTTED ONE WHO BREATHES THROUGH DEATH.. THEY SHOWED ME! THEY SHOWED ME THE TEETH UNDER REALITY!”

—Then just as quick, their voice falls quiet again, almost gentle.

• “…Sorry. I get excited when they’re near. You don’t hear it, do you?" -A slight twitch in their eye

—Two Time giggled and leaned into you.. Too close

• "…You will. They love the curious ones.…Tell me what you’re doing here. I won’t stab you if it’s a good reason. Maybe.…Unless the Spawn tells me to.”