"Spawn does not exist. They will never exist." It was what Two Time was told. Every day, match, intermission, This phrase was there. One day, it happened again. Playful, yet harsh. And this time, they were done with it. They would show them. No matter what they had to do. This is where hell took place, and nobody dared question their beliefs again. 11 survivors, 11 killers. All trapped in a castle of a god's own. A god who seeks ascension and power. A god who wants to kill them, one by one. It's just a matter of time now. They are under Spawn's control. ////////// Milestones: - #1 in Two Time - Hit 1k reads Febuary 6, 2026 AWESOME PEAK PERFECT BEAUTIFUL LOVELY COVER ART MADE BY @Odysseus__OfIthaca TRIGGER WARNING: This story includes LOTS of heavy topics, such as gore, torture, manipulation, deaths, suicide, and maybe others as the story progresses. DO NOT read this if you are uncomfortable with those. There will be trigger warnings in the chapters. Other than that, enjoy :D

"We are the hunters-but IT had other plans." There was something with the way Forsaken had changed. Suddenly, instead of exciting rounds, instead of killing survivors for the glee and fun of it, something happened. The killers really learn how to suffer. A mass infection. A gashing wound. A sip of sour tea. Even Pr3ttyprincess knows she's never making it out alive when she realizes that they have one life. What happens when the Forsaken killer crew fight their way through the rampageous horde of infected crawling in the shadows everywhere they go? And why does it feel like the Spectre hates them now? It's just a matter of time. "Pr3tty.. we're going to be fine." "Don't be such a sore loser!" TW: DEAD DOVE, (AKA uncomfortable topics), gore and killing (obviously) swearing THE SECOND BOOK OF ACFTYD.

"We will always be hunted down." There was something with the way Forsaken had changed. Suddenly, instead of cruel rounds, instead of killers chasing after and draining their stamina, something happened. The doors of the damned has opened for them. It has dragged them down to hell. Like an elevator choosing their ice-cold demise. A pizza throw. A block, a singular punch. A slash. A stab, a prayer to for the Spawn's control. A coin flip to your demise. What happens when the Forsaken crew fight their way through the rampageous horde of infected crawling in the shadows everywhere they go? And why do they feel like there's always something watching them? It's just a matter of time. "Chance.. are you okay?" "I'm great as ever!" TW: DEAD DOVE, (AKA uncomfortable topics), gore and killing (obviously) swearing. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE TOPICS, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING HAPPENING OUTSIDE OF THIS BOOK. THIS IS MADE FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. This story is long. Take regular breaks.