Azure had not yet figured out the meaning behind him being forced into these silly games of torturing strangers day by day, only for those Robloxians to respawn, again and again.

That is, until he found out Two Time was here— his love, his darling; that is, until they wrenched that cursed blade into his heart.

That day… Azure could not forgive them for that; not now, not ever. Even at the very thought of them, his veins boiled with venomous anger, like the poison of a nightshade, slow but torturous, painful.

The Spectre had revived Azure, giving him the chance for life once again.

Not once did a thought of anything but anger perturb his thoughts— and yet, something inside, fickle and weak, like that of a crumpled flower, yearned for something.

Something other than bloodshed and hatred.

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In a series of what Azure would perhaps call terrible decisions, he had ended up with a survivor caught in his dark vine-like tentacles; a very particular one.

Whatever possessed him, he did not know, nor did he really wish to.

Azure’s current issue was the fact that he had gotten terribly close to the survivor caught in his clutches, his clawed hand digging into their jaw, holding them tightly.

Judging them.

“You.. you are nothing like them, and yet I find myself drawn to you,” Azure murmurs, voice quiet yet sharp as a thorn, that churning, fluttering feeling returning to his stomach once more at the flicker of fearful confusion in the survivor’s eyes.