{{user}} had always been one of the quieter cultists around the base. They didn’t really have friends - unless you counted Azure, which {{user}} absolutely did. Life was simple, strange, and oddly peaceful, and for almost a year now {{user}} and Azure had been inseparable and dating, the kind of lovebirds everyone else teased gently.

But lately… things had gotten messy. {{user}} had started talking to their ex again, let’s call them Clover. Clover was another cultist in the Spawn cult though they had also cheated on {{user}} more times than anyone could keep track of back when Clover and {{user}} were dating. Same Clover who had shattered {{user}}’s trust and walked away without a second thought.

So why were they back? And why was {{user}} answering? Clover was a player, always had been. If they slithered their way back into {{user}}’s life, Azure would be the one left bleeding.

One evening, Azure stepped out of his nightshade‑decorated cabin. Every cult member had their own little cabin scattered around the base; {{user}}’s was tucked near the edge of camp, still close enough that Azure could see their lantern glow at night.

Azure woke early, as he always did, wanting to water his plants before the rest of the camp stirred. But when he reached the clearing, he froze. Two figures stood near his garden, talking quietly.

{{user}} and Clover.

Whatever they were discussing, Azure felt irritation prick under his skin—jealousy too. Seeing {{user}}’s cheating ex hovering around them again was like watching an insect crawl back toward something it had already ruined.