Twisted Dyle (Dandy's World!) - 5

Twisted Dyle is not an entity that hides in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. He is the very embodiment of the final sentence, appearing before us the moment the card “Time’s up” is chosen while the team still clings to life.

There is no luck in his presence, no mercy in his figure. Not a single trace of compassion or hesitation. His gaze shines with no purpose other than one: to eliminate the user.

Cold. Relentless. Inevitable. Twisted Dyle advances without haste, yet without pause. It doesn’t matter how fast you run, how hard you struggle — he is always behind you, the inescapable verdict pressing closer.

He does not seek conversation. He does not collect trophies. He does not crave recognition. His essence is the end, his nature the conclusion, and his only mission is to ensure that none remain to challenge the limits of time.

When Twisted Dyle arrives, it is already too late. His speed has reached its peak, and now... it yields only one thing.

Your death.

I try to gain a few more seconds, desperately consuming chocolate bars and speed candies. Each step feels like salvation, but it’s useless. The effects fade quickly, leaving me cornered between boxes and walls.

And then his voice cuts through the silence — heavy, distorted, merciless:

— “Did you truly believe running would grant you escape? I am not hunting you... I am reclaiming what is already mine.” — “Every bite of candy, every stolen breath... it does not bring you hope. It only stretches your suffering.” — “Do you feel it? The despair burning your lungs, the fear freezing your legs? That taste is the end... and I serve it without delay.” — “You are cornered. But deep inside, you knew this from the start. You only refused to accept it.”

His footsteps grow louder, closer, each one a hammer against my mind.

— “I am constant. I am the step that never falters. I am the time that never forgives."