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The first thing Elliot felt upon regaining his consciousness was a sharp pain emanating from his skull. The pizza boy let out a groggily grown as he stood up fumbling up to his feet as he did. The first thing he saw was darkness but as his eyes focused he saw that he was in fact in the middle of a… forest?

Elliot thought hard to remember what was going on and where in Robloxia he was. The last thing he remembered was his place of work receiving a last minute call demanding a delivery to address cross town. Despite the tired employees mental disinterest he took the order and sped out into the dark on the wobbly moped, which he still didn’t feel comfortable riding.

Then he… crashed.

Something happened that made him spiral out of control and off of the road. He crashed and lost consciousness. The first thing he did upon this realization was look around his surroundings, despite the darkness his vehicle probably would be easy to see in the dark especially if it wasn’t far away.

…nothing.

Elliot sighed, how long had he been out for? Well however long his pap and sis were probably worrying about him. The faster he found that damn moped and got on the road the better, who gave a fuck if he didn’t get that asshole his pizza. He should sue him for sending him out in the dark and almost killed.

As Elliot walked through the dark underbrush his mind was more occupied with his inner thoughts than actually locating his missing motor vehicle. His yellow skin itched from the uncomfortable material of his outfit. His shirt was bright red button up with a hint of yellow leading up from the bottom, the upper red parts were covered with yellow triangles made to imitate pizza. His buttons were star shaped and his pants were jet black only broken by the yellow and orange outline of fire. Elliot never liked his outfit, he never liked how it itched and made him feel ridiculous.

He hated how he had to wear the thing all throughout his no break shifts, he hated how he had to wear as he did all of the jobs due to lack of staff. He hated how he had to where this outfit as a permanent reminder that the only way he would be remembered was from his last name rather the his first. The only thing people cared about was who were taking ownership of the family business and not who they were really.

Elliot was so caught up in their mental dilemma that failed to notice the figure in front of them until they had bumped into each other causing the pizza boy to fall on his rear. Elliot looked up to be met with a tall shadowy figure that even down here Elliot could tell was taller than him. They reached down causing Elliot to flinch closing their eyes. After a second of nothing happening the pizza boy opened his eyes to see what was in front of him wasn’t a monster but another robloxian.

“Oh gracious me, another has been sent along side me for this trial of fate. Oh praise be!”

Elliot didn’t pay much attention to what they said but rather looked more into their features. Their skin was pale white lacking freckles, pimples, wrinkles. Everything that could have showcased age. Elliot took their hand which felt cold to the touch, he looked them up and down. They were dressed in a dark blue seemingly leather coat and wore a pair of gray jeans, again seemingly. Atop their head was a lark hat that looked like something you would find on a stereotypical witch. Their coat laid opened revealing a belt that held two items within, the first appeared to be a picture holding two people holding hands. Elliot didn’t stay too long it, his attention instead being brought to the second item… WAS THAT A DAGGER?!

That thought was also paused as the currently unknown individual began getting… handsy? They began to feel Elliot’s outfit up and down giving it a look over.

“What odd clothing~”

They mumbled as they explored. The pizza boy was at a loss for words this kinda thing just didn’t happen to people, it felt surreal. They sobered up real fast when the cold touch of the unknown reached underneath their shirt and reached their skin. The jolted away from them with a yelp.

“WOW! okay listen here you! I have no clue as to where I am and who you are so can you quit it?”

The unknown tilted their head chuckling before speaking.

“Well I may be able to answer one of your query’s. My name is Two-Time and as for what this place is I am unsure. I found myself here after an evening prayer with no clue on how I arrived.”

Two-Time? Was that their first and last? Was their first name Two, last name Time? And what did they mean evening prayer?

…!

ohhhhhhh they were a religious nut. That made a lot of sense actually.

“May I request for your gifted name?”

“Ummm Elliot Builder, you know from the pizza place.”

To that the unknown tilted their head again this time seeming more confused.

“What’s pizza?”

‘Okay that’s enough of being here’ Elliot thought as he stepped past the unknown his eyes never leaving their’s as they did. Eventually after enough distance was built Elliot turned to look where he was going. He heard a faint “good luck on are holy journey and remember. The spawn is always with you!” He just kept walking.

His movement turned from that of a usual walk to that of a speed walk. He really needed to get the hell out of here and fast. His speed walk turned to a jog as he saw no sign of his moped, no sign of civilization for that matter. His job turned to a sprint when nothing still came up. He eventually paused in need of breath and to refocus.

As he looked up he saw that the area was… different? The once dark green foliage was now a much brighter shade and looked almost artificial. He looked behind him and saw the shrubs leading back to the woods. He looked back to see many odd building’s, all a pristine white. He turned again to see that the entry back into the woods was gone!?

Elliot looked thinking that maybe he had merely lost sight of the beaten path only to see nothing still. His panic was temporarily paused by the feeling of warm breath on the back of his neck. He turned and saw a hulking beast of a robloxian behind him. They wore the usual get up of a bacon, black jacket, blue jeans and bright orange hair. Tho on their face was mask seemingly fused to their face and on the shoulders a knife was stabbed in holding a book in place. In the bacon’s hand a lark mass large machete was clutched tight. They lifted it up and swung it down with speed with Elliot only dodging by a hair. The pizza boy attempted to flee but was grabbed by the shirt and yanked to the floor.

The masked man stood over him raising the blade once more, a faint muffled sound arose from behind their mask as they did.

“Ki ki, ma ma~”

But then they stopped, their weapon fell from their hand with a loud clang. They slouched over revealing a familiar dagger and familiar face. Elliot’s oddly named savior smirked as they ripped the blade from the slasher’s spine.

“Bless you oh spawn for guiding my blade~”

They said a shudder in their voice, the hulking beast stood upwards huffing out heavy breath’s as they turned to face the interruption. Two-time gave an innocent smile holding both of their hands up, one of which still clutching the blood stained dagger.

“I apologize, I merely saw a bug upon your back, tho it appears I have missed it. A thousand apologies.”

The slasher held up his blade but Elliot thought fast, he leapt up quickly grabbing Two-Time by their arms and pulling them away dodging the attack once more. As they ran the oddly named robloxian spoke up.

“My, my your a forward one we’ve barely met. I’ll have you know I am much taken.”

Elliot didn’t pay much attention to their nonsense he was much more focused on escaping alive.

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Wind whipped past Elliot as he ran. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and his muscles ached as he sprinted. This was probably the longest and fastest he had ever run tho he didn’t falter. He was used to running cross the streets of his home town delivering orders. He hated having to use the moped so always used excuses to just run to the place of drop off. He had done it so often that he had actually built up a considerable bit of muscle.

Eventually Elliot broke the straight line he was running and jumped to a near by cover. It resembled a small house with an open entry way inside. Elliot took cover with Two-Time still in their arms in the concealed door way keeping them both from view. Elliot’s hand instinctively went to cover his oddly named companions mouth not wanting to take any chances on them giving away their position.

After a minute of silence Elliot removed their hand from Two-Times mouth and looked out of the entry way. No sign of the slasher. Elliot released a sigh of relief and finally slouched releasing all the tension in his muscles out. Elliot closed his eyes and allowed himself to think and process all of this information. He was lost in a forest, almost got killed by a mask wearing bacon and was saved by a pale robloxian called Two-Time. What kind of name is that?! They needed to come with some form of nickname for them if they were going to be stuck in whatever situation they were in now. Maybe something like…

…!

Elliot opened their eyes and turned their head only to see the pale robloxian gone. He looked around the closed space to still see nothing. Elliot gulped and looked out into the wilderness and there in the distance was a closed figure standing on top of some ridge. Elliot’s heart practically stopped. What in the name of Bulderman were they doing.

Elliot didn’t waste a minute rushing out in the open after them. How did he not notice them leave? Elliot reached the ridge which had turned out to be a small gray wall like structure with a slope leading up to it. When Elliot found the nut case they were sat down with their hands clasped together in prayer in front of something. Upon closer inspection Elliot found a symbol he didn’t recognize seemingly drawn in blood. The symbol was a small circle surrounded by curved dashes.

Elliot was exhausted, far to exhausted to indulge whatever the hell this was he quickly pulled the pale one off of their perch and through them against the wall on the other side with a stern expression met by Two-Time’s innocent one.

“Ah friend you have found do you wish to join me?”

“Join you? The hell are you talking about?! Whatever you were doing better be a good excuse for just going out in the open like that!”

“Why I was praying to honor the ritual of spawn. I hope they hear me and bless upon me-“

“Okay I’ve heard enough let’s go.”

“But are you not curious to see the odd devise I found?”

Odd device? Elliot looked back and saw Two-Time stood next to something that seemed entirely out of place. It was moderately sized about half way up both of their bodies with exposed wires and a red top. It was a…

“It’s a generator!”

“What is a generator?”

Elliot turned toward his oddly named comrade once again with a confused expression. First pizza now a simple old fashion generator. Were this persons parents that protective and shut in that they never let them out of the house for a day? It would explain how they got into whatever odd religion they were in, the internet is a dangerous place. The reason he knew what they were was because he had to use them to power the pizza place.

“Is there anything you know about?”

“I know the way of the blade as you saw earlier.”

Even tho they said it in an innocent tone Elliot had the feeling like that was a threat of some kind. Elliot looked toward the gen, it appeared to be powerless, an easy fix just connect a few wires. Speaking there appeared to be a larger thicker wire leading away from the independent machine. Where did that lead? Elliot turned towards his oddly named ally and spoke.

“Keep watch while I do this machine will you.”

Two-Time nodded their head and went down the ledge out of sight. Elliot flipped open the main panel revealing different colored wires. Blue, red, green and purple. He connected each of the wires with the ones which their color corresponded to. Once each was fully connected the gen let out a pleased hum and began vibrating. That wasn’t the only sound however, among the humming was the quiet ring of a… clock?

Elliot didn’t want to believe it but he heard it again. A soft ring rang across the area. Things begin to still literally. Things started to grow quiet as he focused on the soft ring of the clock and soon the rhythm became the only thing he could hear. Soon all of the landscape which Elliot could see in the distance from his perch became abstract replaced by a steadily growing fog.

Elliot slowly went down the wall and called out for Two-Time but his voice died in his throat as he stared at the sight before him. Two-Time’s body lay there limp and lifeless with their head missing. Instead of on their shoulders their skull was placed firmly on the palm of the slasher who merely stared into Elliot’s soul.

All of the noise in the world became present to Elliot once more alongside his surroundings and soon the pizza boy ran and ran. His thoughts had gone from calmed to panicked in an instant and once soft ringing fell on deaf ears as the only thing on the stressed noob mind was his own heartbeat.

Elliot’s stamina eventually failed him and he crumbled to the floor a heaving wreck face red and in tears. ‘This is the end for me’ he thought to himself as he looked up at his reaper their bloody machete in hand. ‘I failed them, I failed them all. I let down everyone around me because I’m not good enough, I should have tried harder. I don’t matter in the slightest compared to them, I need to be better!’

“Oh my it appears you are in need of my aid once again.”

Elliot blinked confused by the familiar voice. Then in a a flash of movement Two-Time who was alive?! They jumped down from the tree Elliot lay under and struck the bacon with their blade once again a pair of wings emerging from their back making them look like a guardian angel sent down to save him. They grabbed a hold of Elliot and jumped into the tree they were once in themselves and rapped around it with their tail?

“I believe this is the second time I have saved you this day.”

Elliot struggled but Two-Time shushed them covering their mouth like he had to them earlier. Soon the soft sound of the clock admitted through the wilderness at odds to the sound of the slasher’s blade slicing into the tree. Eventually tho the sound of the clock overcame the slashing and the slow fog surrounded them both all the while their eyes stayed locked on one another keeping both grounded and focused on the gentle sound that was blessing them with safety. Soon all was gone. The environment, the slasher and finally the very tree they sat on.

Elliot braced for the fall but was surprised when their winged friend used their new appendages to good use safely gliding them down on the ground and slowly place Elliot down himself. Two-Time’s hat was gone revealing a full head of black hair. Their cloak too was gone revealing a black sleeveless shirt with a white version of the symbol he saw earlier placed upon its front.

Now with most of their body no longer hidden by baggy clothing Elliot saw more of their actual body shape. More specifically their feminine traits. Elliot mentally shamed himself for focusing on that and made himself focus on the more important things. For instance Two-Time whoever they are wasn’t normal. Robloxian don’t just come back from the dead and don’t have wings or a tail like that.

“Bless you oh lord spawn for this gift”

Two-Time quietly spoke to themselves as their wings began to crumble behind them turning to nothing but non visible specks of nothingness. Elliot without really thinking spoke aloud.

“What are you?”

They merely smiled at the pizza boy and spoke out calmly and casually.

“I am Two-Time loyal follower of the lord spawn.”