“You Never Check The Windows.” - FORSAKEN SWAP AU.

Absolutely. In this artwork, Killer Two Time has an incredibly dramatic, almost supernatural appearance—something between a decaying knight, a cursed wanderer, and a creature slowly being reclaimed by nature.

His head and face are perhaps the most striking part of the design. Long, heavy black hair falls around his head in thick, uneven layers, giving him a somewhat wild and unkempt silhouette. The hair partially frames his face and makes the pale structure covering his eyes stand out even more dramatically. Instead of an ordinary mask, his eyes appear hidden behind an elaborate white, wing-like growth or ornament. The design spreads outward across his face in sharp feathered points, almost resembling a skeletal bird, moth wings, or a ceremonial crown growing directly over his features. At its center sits a circular, eye-like detail, surrounded by smaller jagged shapes and intricate lines. The entire structure makes his face feel mysterious and inhuman, obscuring where his actual eyes would be and giving the impression that whatever is beneath it may not be entirely human anymore.

The visible lower half of his face is pale and shadowed. His expression appears calm but deeply unsettling, with a faintly tired or hollow quality rather than an openly aggressive one. Dark vertical marks trail down his face, particularly around the mouth and chin, resembling cracks, dripping ink, scars, or corruption spreading through his skin. Combined with the mask-like structure over his eyes, these details give him an almost undead, cursed appearance. He looks less like someone wearing a costume and more like someone who has physically changed after being exposed to something supernatural.

His clothing and body have a distinctly dark, layered appearance. He wears what looks like a heavy black or extremely dark navy outfit composed of overlapping fabrics, armor-like panels, and thick clothing. Around his neck is a high collar or scarf-like piece of fabric that wraps closely around his throat, contributing to his mysterious, concealed appearance. His upper body is broad and imposing beneath the layers, and his outfit makes him appear physically powerful without exposing much of his actual body. The clothing is decorated with buttons, seams, and structured sections that create the impression of an old military coat or a dark fantasy uniform.

Across his chest sits one of the most noticeable accessories: a large, circular spawnemblem. The center is dark and round, surrounded by pale pointed rays that curve and jut outward like a stylized eclipse or celestial symbol. It stands out against the darkness of his clothes and gives the impression that the outfit may have once belonged to something ceremonial or important. There are also chains and metallic details across his upper torso, adding even more texture and making the clothing feel heavy and elaborate.

His arms and shoulders appear enormous due to the bulky layers covering them. The fabric around his sleeves and shoulders looks thick and weathered, almost like old armor made from cloth and hardened material. However, these areas are heavily damaged or corrupted. Pale cracks run across the dark surface, with glowing orange light visible within some of them. This makes it seem as though something is burning beneath his exterior—as if his body or clothing has been split open and something fiery is glowing from inside.

One of the most beautiful and unsettling elements of his appearance is the abundance of orange flowers growing from him. The flowers bloom from his shoulders, arms, chest, and back, forming clusters across his otherwise dark figure. Their warm orange glow creates an intense contrast against the cold blue-purple shadows of his clothing. They don’t simply look like decorations; they appear almost as though they are naturally growing from the cracks and damaged areas of his body. Some flowers are large and fully opened, while others are smaller buds clustered around the larger blooms. The combination of dark decay and bright flowers gives Killer Two Time a haunting visual theme of destruction and rebirth existing simultaneously.

Behind him rises an especially elaborate mass of twisting branches, vines, and root-like structures. These dark purple-blue branches curve upward around his head and shoulders, almost forming a halo or crown behind him. They drip and twist in unnatural directions, and large clusters of glowing orange flowers grow from them near the top of the image. The branches make his silhouette much larger and more monstrous, giving the impression that he is carrying an entire dead garden or cursed forest on his back. Some of the branches appear skeletal and bare, while others support flowers or curling vines.

The colors throughout the design are especially important. Killer Two Time is primarily composed of deep blacks, indigo, navy, violet, and muted gray, creating a cold, shadowy atmosphere. Against this dark palette, the flowers and cracks glow in brilliant shades of amber, orange, and gold. This contrast makes him feel almost like a living night sky split apart by fire. The orange flowers draw attention to every damaged part of his body, while the pale mask over his eyes creates a third major focal point.

Overall, this version of Killer Two Time looks like a massive, cursed figure slowly merging with a supernatural garden. His long dark hair, obscured face, elaborate wing-like eye covering, heavy layered clothing, glowing cracks, celestial chest emblem, and flowers growing from his body all make him feel ancient and unnatural. Rather than looking like a straightforward killer or monster, he has a strangely tragic beauty to him—as though he has been broken apart, consumed by something supernatural, and transformed into a walking symbol of death, decay, and blooming life.

Personality

Killer Two Time would be unnervingly calm. He isn’t the type to waste energy screaming, boasting, or throwing himself blindly into a fight. In fact, the calmer a situation becomes, the more dangerous he seems. He moves with the quiet confidence of someone who has already accepted what he is capable of doing. Even when surrounded by chaos, he would remain composed, his head slightly tilted as though he were listening to something nobody else could hear. His speech would be slow and deliberate, and he would rarely say more than necessary. This makes every word feel important—especially when he says something unexpectedly gentle or personal.

However, beneath that controlled exterior is someone who is deeply unstable in a quiet way. Killer Two Time’s emotions aren’t gone; they’re simply buried underneath layers of bitterness, exhaustion, and something almost mournful. He may go long periods appearing completely detached before suddenly displaying an intense emotional reaction when something reminds him of his past. He doesn’t necessarily understand how to process those feelings anymore. Instead, anger becomes silence. Fear becomes aggression. Grief becomes obsession. He has spent so long suppressing himself that his emotions have begun manifesting in strange ways, almost as though the corruption consuming him is feeding off everything he refuses to acknowledge.

One of his defining traits would be his patience. Killer Two Time doesn’t feel the need to immediately chase after someone. Sometimes, he would simply watch. He might remain standing perfectly still in the darkness, allowing someone to notice him before slowly disappearing behind a wall or into the shadows. He enjoys the uncertainty this creates—not necessarily because he finds fear amusing, but because watching someone react gives him information. He studies people. Their habits. Their expressions. Who they instinctively protect. Who they abandon when things become dangerous. He has become extremely observant, perhaps because he no longer trusts appearances.

Despite his frightening behavior, I imagine he would possess an almost contradictory sense of gentleness. He would be unusually careful around things that are fragile. Flowers, injured animals, small objects, and even people who are clearly terrified might cause him to pause. He knows what it feels like to be broken, even if he would never openly admit it. The flowers growing from his body could represent this aspect of him: something beautiful continuing to exist despite everything that has happened. He might quietly tend to the flowers when nobody is watching, removing dead petals or touching them with surprising tenderness.

That gentleness becomes disturbing because it doesn’t always stop him from being dangerous. Killer Two Time isn’t necessarily a completely good person hidden beneath a monstrous appearance. He has done terrible things—or at least become capable of them. His tragedy is that he still has pieces of humanity left, but they’re buried beneath something far more destructive. He can remember kindness. He understands affection. He recognizes fear. Yet there are moments where he seems unable to stop himself from becoming exactly what everyone believes him to be.

He would also be incredibly territorial about certain places and objects. There may be locations connected to his past that he refuses to allow others near, particularly abandoned buildings, gardens, forests, or ruins. The flowers growing throughout his body might have originated from one particular location that once meant something to him. He would become noticeably more hostile if someone attempted to destroy them. In his mind, the flowers aren’t just plants anymore—they are memories. Proof that something existed before he became this.

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Fanmade Lore — The Garden That Wouldn’t Let Him Die

Before becoming Killer Two Time, he was supposedly much more ordinary than anyone would expect. Not necessarily innocent, and certainly not perfect, but human. He had fears, ambitions, relationships, and a life that existed outside of violence. The tragedy is that almost nothing remains of that life anymore. The person he once was has become increasingly difficult to separate from the creature he is now.

According to one fanmade interpretation, his transformation began after an encounter with something that was never supposed to exist. It wasn’t simply a weapon, a person, or a normal supernatural force. It was something older—something capable of attaching itself to a person’s memories and emotions. Killer Two Time survived the encounter, but survival came with a price. At first, the changes were subtle. Strange dreams. The sensation of being watched. Dark marks appearing across his skin. Then the flowers began to grow.

The first flower supposedly appeared somewhere it shouldn’t have been.

He tried to remove it.

It grew back.

Then another appeared.

And another.

Eventually, thin vines began spreading across his clothing and skin, weaving themselves through cracks and wounds that should have healed. The plants weren’t killing him. In a way, they were keeping him alive. Whenever his body was damaged, something new would bloom. Whenever he experienced extreme emotion, the flowers would become brighter. Over time, he began to understand something horrifying: the garden was connected to him.

The flowers responded to his memories.

When he remembered something painful, they bloomed.

When he became angry, the branches twisted.

When he felt grief, petals fell.

And when he tried to forget—

The garden grew.

Eventually, his appearance changed beyond recognition. Dark cracks began forming across his body, glowing faintly from beneath. His clothing fused with strange growths and hardened layers that resembled armor. The elaborate structure across his face appeared much later, growing around his eyes and gradually obscuring them. Some interpretations could suggest that he eventually stopped seeing the world normally altogether. Instead, he began experiencing people through movement, sound, presence, and perhaps even emotion.

This would explain his habit of standing still.

He’s listening.

Always listening.

The branches behind him may have originally grown from his spine, shoulders, or the corruption attached to him, eventually becoming so large that they formed a massive twisted silhouette around him. At first, he hated them. He tried burning them, cutting them, and tearing them apart.

Nothing worked.

The more he fought them, the worse they became.

Eventually, he stopped fighting.

That was when the transformation truly began.

The person he once was slowly disappeared beneath the legend of Killer Two Time. People stopped seeing him as an individual and began seeing him as a warning. Stories spread about a figure wandering through abandoned places, surrounded by glowing flowers and twisted branches. Some claimed that he hunted people. Others claimed he was searching for someone specific. The most disturbing stories suggested that he wasn’t looking for anyone anymore.

He was simply trying to remember why he had started searching in the first place.

This creates a particularly tragic aspect of his character. Somewhere beneath everything—the killer, the corruption, the flowers, the monstrous appearance—there may still be a person desperately holding onto memories that are slowly disappearing. He might remember someone’s voice but not their name. He might remember standing somewhere important but not understand why the place hurts to look at. He might carry objects he doesn’t recognize because he instinctively knows throwing them away would be wrong.

And the flowers remember everything.

Perhaps that’s why he protects them so fiercely.

They are the only part of him that still knows who he used to be.

The Meaning of the Spawn Emblem

After his transformation, however, its meaning became twisted. The sun is still there—but it is surrounded by darkness.

Killer Two Time himself could symbolize exactly that.

He isn’t completely consumed.

Not yet.

There is still something inside him capable of remembering warmth, kindness, and beauty. But every time he loses control, the darkness grows stronger. Every time he gives in to violence, the flowers bloom brighter.

And somewhere beneath the branches and glowing petals is a terrifying possibility:

What if the garden isn’t growing because he’s dying?

What if it’s growing because, little by little, he’s finally becoming something else entirely?