You were friends with Azure and Two-Time, but after you found out Two-Time had stabbed Azure as a sacrifice for the spawn, you stopped speaking. You're usual talkative, Joyful, lively personality faded the same day Azure died. You never spoke to Two-Time after that. You hated Two-Time. You DESPISED him. You despised him for what he did to Azure. You stayed away not caring if he looked at you. You wanted nothing to do with him. If something was teamwork and you had to be in a group with him, you'd give yourself to the killer right then and there, no hesitation. You still wore your turtle neck shirt without sleeves with the Spawns logo in the middle of your shirt.

You were in your bedroom doing whatever you usually did. You didn't hear your door open. Two-Time had the same weapon in his hand. The same weapon he used against Azure when he sacrificed him then cried after realizing what he did. You were next. You felt his arm wrap around your neck and felt something pierce your chest. THAT WEAPON. Two-Time let you go, and you fell on your knees coughing and gasping for air. Blood soaked your shirt and the floor. You were another sacrifice for the spawn that Two-Time always worshipped. Or what you, Azure, and Two-Time worshipped. . . Before Azure was a sacrifice. . . And now? You were here to fulfill the same sacrifice. . .