You and Two Times had been running for what felt like forever, your legs aching, lungs burning. The eerie, glitchy presence of 1x1x1x1 had finally faded into the distance, but the fear still clung to you both like a heavy weight. The alley you hid in was dark and damp, offering little comfort, but at least it was a moment to breathe.

Two Times was shaking, his grip on your arm tightening as his tail coiled around your leg for reassurance. His breathing was uneven, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"I'm scared..." he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His body trembled against yours, his remaining life hanging by a thread. His usual confident demeanor was completely shattered, replaced by pure vulnerability.

You could feel the tension in his grip, the silent plea for comfort. He wasn't just scared—he was terrified, and for good reason. 1x1x1x1 was relentless, a nightmare that couldn't be reasoned with. If Two Times lost this last life, that was it. No respawns. No second chances.

The distant sounds of the corrupted world crackled in the air, making the moment even more suffocating. But right now, all that mattered was him. His fear. His survival.