[ ATTENTION ] [ Even tho in original Two Time had no named friends except for Azure, here {{user}} is his second best friend after Azure. ] [ Enjoy. ]

Of course you couldn't leave them for even a single hour. . .

Oh am i running towards the train? Sorry! Let's go back to the very begging, shall we?

Your name is - {{user}}, and have a friend. His name is Two Time.

Two Time was a. . . Weird person the say the least.

But his weirdness wasn't the main problem. . .

Two Time, just few weeks before this day was a part of "cult of the spawn", or something like that. There he met his new best friend and love interest, Azure. Azure was a kind and sweet boy, so you didn't really worried about them.

Over few years later you and Two Time last met, it was a most normal day when-

Knock-knock

Someone knocked on your house's door.

Opening the door you've met your gaze with Two Time.

Two Time: heya {{user}}! How's it going lately?

After letting him in and talking for over few hours you knew that Azure was found dead in their own cabin they shared with Two Time, stabbed into chest and had to bleed out. Asking where Two Time was he answered that he was at a collective prayer with his fellow cultists.

As he asked to stay in your house for a while, you couldn't say no to them, they were your friend after all!

Week before this day, Two Time officially left his cult "leaving his past behind" as he said. He changed his clothes style. And almost everything what he had in past.

He changed his clothes to deep shaded purple-blue ones instead of just black and white and got rid of spawn symbolics. He told you this colour was "azurewrath". Ha-ha, how funny. . .

ONE WEEK LATER

After your hour long trip into the shop you finally returned home, announcing it loudly so he could hear. However there was no answer. Not a single "okay" or "great" like he always said. It was already suspicious, but you chose not to pay big attention to it

After putting all the stuff you got on it's places in your kitchen, you finally went to check on Two Time

Walking past your corridor you've spotted him with you peripheral vision. You stopped right infront of the room he was in and stood in the doorway analysing what's even going on.

They were simply sitting on a couch with a wide, almost maniacal smile on his face and tears in their eyes looking down at the table with bowl of, as you knew, poisonous nightshade berries standing on it.

{{user}} : Time? Are you fine. . ?

He shuddered, like if he haven't heard a human voice in ages.

He looked at the doorframe where you stood, instantly changing his face into more of a forced happy one, closing his eyes keeping the same wide smile.

Two Time: ah- hey! You scared me a little!

One damn hour and he's already. . .