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On their knees, Two Time stabs the ground– once or twice– with their dagger, forging a glowing Spawn symbol, while Elliot keeps a watchful eye on them. With a manic smile, Two Time stood up and his unsettling smile widened when their eyes bored into Elliot’s. Elliot just gulped, trying to shake away the uneasiness that creeped at the back of his mind. He’s the one who volunteered to look after Two Time for a while.
It was truly a strange event when the Spectre bestowed a sharp dagger in Two Time’s hands, and claimed it was a gift of their worshipped deity– the Spawn. Knowing how eccentric Two Time’s behavior was, survivors made a silent agreement that they should all keep an eye on them, now that they wielded a dangerous weapon.
Two Time finally nodded and both survivors headed out of the seemingly-safe place– safe enough for Two Time to mark their respawning area– as they went to seek generators to fix. The quicker they complete them, the quicker they could leave and the more chances they could come out alive.
Once they spotted one, both ran to its location and immediately started connecting the wires with others that possessed an identical color and number. Elliot would occasionally grunt as he had to tug a wire a tad with longer while Two Time’s face did not express any emotions except joy. Maniacal joy.
Elliot’s head darts immediately in the direction of an agonizing scream that bled through the silence. Perhaps Chance’s, perhaps Shedletsky’s– Either way, it was Elliot's role to aid them. He strategically used his rush hour to sprint towards whoever was injured. Two Time, on the other hand, just stayed behind to continue on with the generators scattered around the map.
Quickly enough, Elliot spotted the killer– Vanity Jason– thanks to a tripwire Taph had installed beforehand and their bright red clothing, with Chance limping while clutching his arm while Shedletsky tried to shield him, but was low on health as well. Vanity Jason just continued chasing Chance down, the bloodied cleaver suffocated in his tight grasp. Elliot quickly threw a slice at Chance– Shedletsky had his fried chicken afterall.
For once, Chance doesn’t seem to avoid it like the plague, as he immediately bites onto it, and Elliot is relieved to see his health bar restoring to more than half of its capacity. Though this relief was short-lived once, in an attempt to consume his chicken, Shedletsky was swiftly beheaded. Chance immediately scurried away from Jason’s bloodthirsty path, and so did Elliot–
But it was too late. The red shine in their eyes glared into his terrified one. Enraged by how Elliot saved Chance, Jason sprinted towards Elliot, who, luckily, wasn’t short on stamina for once.
Yet it was in vain for saving so much stamina– once enraged, Jason’s speed quickly surpassed Elliot’s, who was rapidly losing energy. He could spot a familiar bloxy cola in the corner of his eye, with the same old little text written as its description, and he could try to chug on it, but he knew it would waste time and possibly get himself injured at the same time.
Even so, he’s still in full health. Might as well just lose a little bit if it meant a small speed boost.
His hand smoothly snatches the drink as he immediately starts opening it when Jason seemed to lose stamina and had to opt to walk instead of running. He doesn’t pay attention to the burning pain in his index, the nail ripped off in that specific finger. He only winces at the most, before rapidly pouring the energy drink down in his throat. He still doesn’t get how Noob is addicted to these– it tastes sweet, yes, but in a way that makes him feel slightly nauseous with a bitter aftertaste. At least the adrenaline rush is worth it.
Jason takes the delay to his advantage, Elliot quickly earning a fatal slash on his shoulder. With Speed II and max stamina, Elliot rushes towards any surviving teammates left, hoping he could find Guest 1337 who could protect him long enough. The hitbox, clearly on Jason’s side, though, makes Elliot be on the verge of death even if Jason was far away.
Almost heroically, Guest emerges from the shadows before inflicting a strong punch on the killer, strong enough to stun it for longer than it was supposed to. It did manage to take some of his health, so– as a token of his gratitude– Elliot tossed his last, remaining slice of pizza to the Guest, who took it with a grateful smile on his face. He dropped a handy medkit he found while running to Elliot, who quickly grabbed it and rushed away from the killer’s location once there were only a few remaining milliseconds before Jason could continue their dreadful hunt.
He found a great hiding spot in no time and started patching his few cuts and a large bleeding gash, going back to his maximum health. He’s surprised when a cold, soaked wet hand taps onto his shoulder, staining his clothes (at least it wasn’t noticeable, since his work shirt was red anyways).
“..T…Two Time..?” They were severely bleeding out– which was confusing with how they were already on the verge of death in a matter of a few seconds.
“May I have a pizza slice?” Two Time breathed out, perhaps out of adrenaline or pain, maybe both. Elliot sombered. He had just given the last slice in his pizza to Guest 1337– and it was all a mistake of technique. He had forgotten to prepare the ingredients beforehand– leaving him to rush the rest and only crafting a few slices, some wasted by accident.
“Two Time, I… I ran out. Sorry.” He replied apologetically, feeling ashamed that he couldn’t assist them, even if they were creepy.
“Ah, do not fret, I can survive without your magical healing slices.” Two Time smiled. Elliot took notice of his bloodied dagger;
“What did you do that gave you such low health? Don’t you usually just loop the killer?” Two Time beamed, maybe happy that Elliot took notice of that trivial detail.
“I stabbed the killer, why of course. There’s a cooldown of 30 seconds, unfortunately.” They replied promptly. Elliot’s face remained blank, processing the information, before mentally slapping himself. Two Time’s cooldown was shorter than Guest and maybe even Chance– he should’ve given the slice to them.
“T..That’s great.” Elliot mutters, though it sounds more like an exasperated groan. His frustration grows into fear when the other survivors were slowly being hunted and slaughtered mercilessly. Quick, he clearly can’t stop the killer himself– It’s better that he relies on Two Time. Yet they’re low on health–
He gulped.
He knew a way Two Time could gain health. It does drain his health a bit, but it’s acquiring more health than losing some. Still, he hesitates.
Would Two Time be cool with it? Could they keep this special method a secret? He really doesn’t want others to know– especially not 007n7. He really doesn’t want to be humiliated.
“There is a method.” Elliot blurted out. Two Time’s head tilted, their gaze boring into his with intent curiosity.
“What is it, dear comrade?” Elliot fidgeted with the sleeves of his clothes as he gathered the courage to confess:
“Fuck. Fuck me.” Oh god, he really said that. And why on earth did it sound so weird–
“Oh. Okay!” Wait what ?–
Thanks to the glass wall of the Glass House map, Two Time pinned Elliot to the wall with ease. Elliot’s breath hitched when Two Time swiftly pulled off his pants and undergarments, the cool, icy air hitting his private part. He’s one-hundred times grateful he was placed in a position where Two Time covered him and the pathetic body of his. Elliot stared at Two Time with confusion, however, when the cultist didn’t move.
“Do you need prep?” Oh. Who knew such an unsettling, creepy cultist (who literally murdered their own partner hey isn’t this concerning?? ) was such a gentleman? Considering the lack of options and how rushed they were, he shook his head. He’d probably regret this, but at least it increased his chances of living. Since his clothing was mostly loose and too big for him, he just slid his pants slightly down to expose his throbbing member.
Elliot let out a guttural moan when, without any warning, Two Time penetrated in him. He had to immediately bite his lip to silence any unwanted sounds. There was still a killer in the loose, afterall. But it was really hard– it was like if Two Time was seeking something more than HP. Blood squirted out from where their hips connected and Elliot winced– out of pain– while Two Time let out a hiss– because of a sudden clench around their cock.
“Can you please loosen up?” They say breathlessly with a grunt, his thrusts getting more frantic and rushed. Elliot let out a whine and then a shriek once Two Time hit deep in a particularly harsh way that caught him off guard.
Elliot captures Two Time’s lips in a kiss full of need and love. It was messy, sloppy but full of passion. Once their lips separate, a string of saliva connects their lips together and Two Time cups his cheeks and steals another kiss– with equal need Elliot had previously. Their rutting grows more rushed, more deprived. Elliot couldn’t take it anymore– with a broken, choked sob, he came, his juices mixing with blood.
With their face slick with sweat, Two Time whispers sweet nothings, groaning and grunting each time Elliot clenched and milked their cock, sometimes cursing– but never explicitly directed towards Elliot.
Finally, with one last satisfied moan, they fill Elliot with their seed– painting his walls white. Both pant for a moment or two, completely out of breath.
Two Time should definitely get injured more when Elliot’s on cooldown.