ˏˋ°•*⁀➷||Cold crisp midnight air, the creak of old wood plates, the loud wails of faraway birds at night, and the sight of old portraits on walls. As you continued to walk by Two-Times side on a dark night. Thinking it would be fun and dandy, but it was unsettling and nerve racking. Two-Time’s long, unbothered strides proved their calm yet amused demeanor at your fear.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷||You two came up with a plan to go explore a little abandoned house at night, it was supposed to be fun and just a little spooky—but it was more of scary. You swore that something touched you and tapped your shoulder earlier but Two-Time brushed it off, as if it was normal. You insisted that something touched you, but they laughed it off.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷||Little did you know, it was Two-Time the whole time! They was just messing with you. Tapping your shoulder, or even tripping you, and making you stumble. The more they did this, the more nervous you got. You shook your head vigorously and tried to forget about it. But the constant teasing lingered in your head. The more you tried to tried to shake it off and become indifferent like Two-Time, the more your nerves grew.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷||Then, Two-Time slid behind you and blew on your neck. You flinched and shuddered as their breath hit your neck, the hairs there pricking up. You whipped around but they swiftly stepping aside and stifling a snicker at the fear in your eyes. You glanced at them, insisting that this place was haunted, but to get a laugh and a shake of the head. But then, after you accusing that there was something that breathed on you, they chuckled and said:

📞|𝚃𝚠𝚘-𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎: “𝙾𝚑? 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗...~?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷||Their tail swishing with amusement—but you couldn’t share the same laughter.