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Everyone seems to be struggling to survive in this place, but especially Dusekkar, at least mentally. The pumpkin-headed man had the majority of his powers plucked away from him when he entered the forsaken realm. He was reduced to only two powers, and it was only these powers that helped others survive; he had nothing major to defend himself with. He had to depend on people for the first time ever.
Oh, how he hated it.
Every time he would return to his cabin, the dark, stale room would burst into light by how bright his flame would burn with rage. Every day to him felt like torture from the static feeling he would get from just how much anger he felt when he couldn’t do what he was just amazing at. He was a god, a creative, all-knowing god, reduced to two abilities that didn’t do him any good by himself. His health was low as well. He had survived for eons without dying; he was immortal, and now, after entering this horrid world, he could die?
And when he thought it couldn’t get much worse, Two Time came along.
Two Time.
It repeats in his head like a broken record, and it only seems to fuel his anger. Two Time. Two Time. The cultist of the cult he had created, and they were so brainwashed into it that Dusekkar was sure if he said that he was the Spawn, Two Time would kiss his feet and worship him without question. If he could erase Two Time from existence, if he would, he would erase them without hesitation; he wouldn’t even have time to blink, or at least that’s what he thought. That’s what Dusekkar told himself every day before he went to sleep in the quiet cabin he slept in, entangled in a comfortable blanket.
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“ Divine Pumpkin? “
Two Time quietly mumbled from behind Dusekkar. Dusekkar’s shoulders tensed with irritation and a little bit of unsettlement as he turned around slowly. That stupid nickname that Two Time had coined for Dusekkar had ticked him off to no end; he couldn’t tell if they were being serious or mocking him. When he turned to face Two Time, they had that same unmoving smile on their face.
“ What is it you call my name for, Two Time? “
Dusekkar questions, but they just stare at him with this… look in their eyes. Admiration, love? He couldn’t pin it down, and for some reason, it made his heart skip a beat; his eyes widened immediately.
“ Two Time is looking for a medkit, and they saw one attached to your belt… They wish for your supply. “
Dusekkar looks down at his belt; a medkit is attached to his belt, but he doesn’t even remember picking it up. He doesn’t remember even being teleported into this round. He swallowed thickly. Something felt off, but Two Time’s voice cut off his thoughts.
“ Please..? “
Dusekkar jumps from the sudden plead, shaking his head free from thoughts as he unclips the medkit from his belt.
“ You can have the medkit from my belt, a trade; be done, nothing more to be dealt. “
Two Time nods, taking the medkit from Dusekkar’s hands— fingers brushing against his. The contact makes Dusekkar’s breath hitch. Two Time proceeds to use the medkit, wrapping up their wounds. When done, they were back at 80 HP. Two Time takes a step towards Dusekkar; they looked so oddly innocent now.
“ Thank you, Divine Pumpkin. Shall the Spawn bless you. “
Before Dusekkar can even process it, Two Time pops up onto the tip of their toes and pecks Dusekkar’s cheek as a sign of gratitude, then runs off. Dusekkar is stunned for a moment, but when the gears finally clicked into place, he stopped breathing. Then, he screamed, so extremely flustered to be loud enough that…
He woke himself up, immediately sitting up in his bed.
His chest heaved, eyes wide open. Did he really just have a dream like that? He’d hope not, but it was really true. He had a dream that Two Time kissed him, and he couldn’t tell if whether it could be categorized as a dream or a nightmare.
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