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Chance lives near his casino, which resided in the popular vacation spot that is the Beachy Isles. It was a highly visited tourist destination, and he got lucky making a huge casino, larger than the others. Either the competition quit or sold their assets. He’s made it into Robloxia’s top 50 richest people there is! His rabbit Spade is as healthy as ever, and his cousins often refer to him as “rich boy Chance,” despite all being rich in a Mafia. His mother is as proud as ever. He bought his mother a new car, and yet–
–he’s still unhappy.
Spade, his black continental giant, sat next to him, nudging him, wanting to play, while Chance looked at the text messages on the screen of his computer. Did he really want to open a huge Casino in Robloxia City? He’d need to speak to the managers of the casino, his sponsors. So many people. And it was risky too, there were other large casinos in the big parts of the city, where the tourists, the rich who spent thousands like they were pocket change, were.
Chance loved the thrill, big risks, but this time, something felt off. Maybe it was these experienced people looking at him with disappointment, a stare he was all too familiar with. Maybe it was the fact that this could make him rich, or bankrupt him, or make a permanent fool of himself after he got to this point. Maybe it was the gut feeling that maybe- just maybe- his luck had finally run out.
He came up with the plans for the casino, which would be built in a skyscraper hotel– the old place had filed for bankruptcy, happily selling their portion of the skyscraper to Chance’s company for a low price (however low you can get with 50 stories). How did the old place go bankrupt? Long story. Something about poor maintenance. Fixing it will be rather expensive, but it was worth the risk… right?
Well, he had to get to Robloxia to see the skyscraper in person. He decided to go first class– a private jet would be too fancy- and just in case this place was in horrific condition, it would save a bit of money.
He had to have his mother babysit Spade for the duration of the trip. After years of being away from his precious bunny, it hurt him to let go of him, even if it was for no longer than 2 weeks. He kissed his bunny before getting in the taxi.
He had done this a million times; he knew how this went… he knew it could take over an hour, or 5 minutes to get through security. Fortunately, there was no rush. It was over in minutes. He spotted someone who looked familiar…
Itrapped? No. It couldn’t be. It’s probably someone who looks like him. But the only available seat was next to them. He could just stand the whole hour… but that wouldn’t be very pleasant, would it? And right when he decided to stand–
“Attention passengers on flight 1237-5 to Robloxia city– the flight has been delayed for 2 hours. We thank you for your patience.”
Groans across the entire gate could be heard. Guess he had to sit next to that familiar face. He decided he could just pretend he didn’t know him/recognize him. They could just look similar to Itrapped, maybe he was just paranoid. He brought his luggage over and sat. He figured he could just get up and get some snacks. The flight was only 2 hours, but there was now a 3-hour wait– it is right around lunch.
But he remembered that some investors were waiting at the destination. He had to message them. Chance pulled out his phone and tried his best to ignore the presence to the right of him. The presence looked up with wide eyes. Shock. It was him. Chance wasn’t paranoid. But he can just act like he doesn’t recognize him. Maybe he could pretend he lost some memories after being forsaken, which wasn’t entirely a lie– he had lost some memories. He could feign concern?
“Are you alright there?” Chance said calmly. He was an excellent actor.
“What?”
“Are you ok? You seemed frightened by something.”
”Huh? Oh, I’m fine Ch-” The Itrapped “look alike” cut himself off.
“Do I… know you from somewhere?” Chance replied. He was calm, but his smile seemed taunting.
“I-I believe actually I’m at the wrong gate, did they call flight 9187-3 to Bloxburg?”
“I don’t know. You should go to your flight.”
As soon as the person who Chance was positive was Itrapped left, Chance had to take a deep breath. He didn’t exactly let it show, but he had been panicking on the inside. Flashbacks to the last thing before getting forsaken.
… [FLASHBACK] …
“Huh, guess I won again, huh? Guess it’s my luck!…
…Itrapped? You ok, buddy? It’s just a little game! Turn that frown upside down, would ya, no need to get so upse–”
When he pulled down his glasses, he felt a sword slash at them.
“ITRAPPED, LISTEN I–”
He felt himself collapse, his eyes were burning, and he felt something go through his chest–
… [FLASHBACK END] …
He was pulled back to reality, a firm grip on his shoulder.
“Chance, my good friend, I didn’t know you were going to Robloxia as well. You seem to be looking unwell, are you alright, dear comrade?”
“Who is this Itrapped you are whispering about?”
It sounded like it was Dusekkar.
“Chance? You seem to be remembering something? Would you be more comfortable if I stayed here with you?”
He managed to look up. It was, in fact, Dusekkar.
“Uhm… that uh… that would be nice… Itrapped is uhm… n-no one important.”
Dusekkar knew that this Itrapped must be important, but he didn’t push it.
It felt embarrassing to be “babysat” like this, but either way, the seat next to him was the only open one anyway…
"Wait, did I message them?”
“Message whom, may I ask?”
”Investors… they’re uh… gonna help pay for the casino I’m building in the city? I’m going there to check out what we’re working with.”
“Ah. Builderman’s not going to like the idea of another casino in the capital of Robloxia.”
“Well, you can tell hi–”
And that’s when Chance remembered he hadn’t eaten much breakfast this morning.
“Ah. It’s right about when I eat lunch.”
”Well you should go eat then, dear friend. I’ll stay here as I do not currently feel the grasp of hunger.”
Chance got up and started to walk around the terminal in search of a restaurant to eat at. He could just eat at that McDonald’s… or he could eat at that fancy restaurant across from it. But he was hungry now, so McDonald’s it is. He just got his usual order and ate it at McDonald’s.
He decided to leave the fries for Dusekkar; he’s heard Elliot mention that the pumpkin dude used to come in wearing a black cloak during antler shedding season (He was embarrassed to show himself without his antlers).
… [FLASHBACK] …
“Hey Elliot, you’ve been staring at that Admin for a while now.”
Chance said, sitting down on the couch next to Elliot.
“Hmmm… I swear I’ve met him before, y’know how he disappears during his antler shedding?”
Elliot said, looking at Dusekkar, who was, as usual, in an argument with Shedletsky. Poor guy couldn’t catch a break from the chicken addict’s famous “ragebaiting” techniques.
“Well, you wouldn’t blame the guy; his antlers make him look a thousand times more intimidating.”
“I think he’s the guy who used to come in a cloak and order fries and a Coke! And now that I think about it, their voice is the exact same– and the dude used to fly, and come in during the times Dusekkar just… disappeared.”
“Huh. Strange.”
Chance said, looking at Elliot with fondness. How Chance wished he could’ve just realized his feelings for Elliot while they were still stuck there.
And then– the round started.
… [FLASHBACK END] …
Chance realized he was close to the gate. He walked up to Dusekkar.
“Hey, I’m back, saved you some fries, in case you got hungry.” Chance said, showing him the McDonald’s bag.
“… Thank you, dear friend, for this kind gift, though you didn’t have to.”
Dusekkar said with a smile. He very definitely wanted the fries, but to simply grab them would be very uncivilized for a master wizard like himself. After Chance had insisted he take it, he realized he found himself, indeed, a tad bit hungry.
“Well, I suppose I am rather peckish…”
He politely took the bag of fries and then managed to consume the medium-sized amount of fries in under a minute.
Wait, why was Dusekkar even going to the City?
“Uh, so why are you flying out to the Capital?”
Dusekkar paused while wiping his face with a handkerchief.
“Pardon?”
“Dus, why are you flying out to Robloxia City?”
“Oh, I was considering moving in with Taph, my good friend.”
“Uh-huh. Yeah, ‘friend’? I doubt that. I've seen the gestures Taph made while looking right at you.” Said Chance, chuckling. He knew more than he let on.
“…ah…” Dusekkar said, rather embarrassed recalling Taph’s ‘pointer finger going through an OK sign’ gestures. He glanced down at his belt, which held a mating feather.
There was a long silence.
“…So, have you texted those investors yet?” Asked Dusekkar, hoping to change the subject.
“Oh. Thanks for reminding me.” The gambler said, frantically reaching for his phone.