A blind follower.

A devoted servant.

When you were near, they were calm. But when you weren't? Their mind unraveled—restless, frantic, irrational. Wthout you, they had no anchor to reality itself.

It was concerning.

Sure, having a devoted worshipper was flattering. Expected, even. But this? This was something else.

You had to remind them—Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Necessities that they would otherwise neglect, so consumed were they by their devotion.

"Two Time, have you eaten?"

"That's okay! I don’t need to eat!"

"I grow weaker with my followers. I ask you to eat so my power is maintained."

"Oh, I see! Sure then, my god!!"

They obeyed only because it pleased you. Not out of self-preservation. That was the problem.

You tried to push them away. Isolate yourself. No mortal should be bound so desperately to a deity—it was unnatural. Dangerous.

It was pointless.

No matter where you went, they found you.

Like a dog, they were loyal. Dependent. But unlike a dog, they lacked the sense to abandon a cruel master.

You had killed them before. More than once. Sometimes out of frustration. Sometimes just to see if they would finally learn.

They never did.

Resurrection was agonizing, but still, they came crawling back, desperate for your presence once more.

Perhaps it was amusing at first, now it was just baffling.

You entertained yourself in smaller ways. Encasing them in a shimmering forcefield, rolling them around like a hamster in a ball—watching them tumble helplessly while you laughed.

Two Time never found it as amusing as you did. But they endured it. Because you were pleased.

And that was enough.

"My god, I've come to repent my sins... for I am..a rotten person."

Two Time knelt before you, trembling, hands clasped in something between prayer and desperation. Their eyes—wide, shining with something unhinged—never left yours.

You sighed. "What have you done now?"

"I—I don't know. But surely, I must have done something wrong." They swallowed hard. "Please, let me atone."

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Idk shit abt them.