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So there he was, iTrapped in the survivors' camp.
And Chance, knelt in front of him like a dumbass. The two had been staring into each other's eyes for what felt like ages now.
iTrapped shifted uncomfortably under Chance's gaze. The snow started to fade, maybe as iTrapped's mood was starting to fade into something other than worry. iTrapped let himself relax and finally looked up at Chance. They're in a new outfit today.
God, they looked stunning. iTrapped felt tears sting his eyes as he'd finally been given the opportunity to be with his love once more, if you could even call Chance that. It would be a miracle if Chance could forgive him this quickly.
Obviously, someone just had to ruin their moment. Other survivors came rushing out and just as quick as it started, the slight warmth iTrapped seemed to feel died out.
And now there he was, in the dirt like an idiot, survivors had their weapons drawn against Chance's protests. Everything seemed to go dark again.
To believe that him and Chance would ever get one more shot together was just delusional. Throwing everything away means you have to suffer from your own consequences. Right?
iTrapped didn't have to learn that twice, but he did. Watching people leave started to have less and less meaning, after a while you begin to grow oddly numb to it. And maybe the darkheart is happy iTrapped had finally succumbed to its prophecy. Succumbed to the cold, and left everything he promised.
iTrapped couldn't continue living with that guilt, grieving was hard enough when iTrapped started to realize how dependent he was on Chance and how it felt without that ball of sunshine around. Sure, Chance wasn't always so cheerful, but compared to iTrapped, they definitely were a light in the grey that surrounded iTrapped's world. Chance had opened his eyes to a blind spot, the truth in the universe he had believed was empty. For the first time in a while iTrapped had felt pure and utter joy. What a shame it fell to ruins.
All that mattered was that they were together now, right? Once more, a pair.
Oh goodness, he hadn't even noticed the weapons drawing closer to him. Again Chance's protests, their voice growing raw, the survivors closed in on iTrapped. But of course, the Spectre wouldn't let them have it that easy! As the cold hard metal pressed against iTrapped's neck, a sense of familiarity overcame him. Stupidly enough, the other killers were here as well. The survivors were outnumbered now.
Relief washed over iTrapped's body. In an act of protection, he grabbed Chance and got them away from the other killers, leaving any danger on the other survivors.
That didn't go so well. In their hiding place, someone was approaching. Whether it was a survivor or killer, neither men knew.
The suspense and fear was killing them both slowly.
Mafioso walked slowly to the place he'd noticed iTrapped retreat to. Pathetic, really, for a killer especially. He'd found them hovering a couple centimeters apart from each other.
Killer and survivor relationships were not encouraged by the Spectre, and even punishable.
That creature must've been a fucking idiot however, because the clear homosexuality displayed by the two was shocking.
iTrapped would still insist love was stupid after this, wouldn't he? He was too stubborn to admit he felt anything at all. Maybe Mafioso was the only person who saw through his act. Maybe everyone assumed his heard was as cold as his skin felt, and that was fine. He would be fine taking claim the title of the only person who saw through iTrapped.
He approached slowly, and iTrapped came out eventually.
Good.
He wasn't going to hide forever, was he?
iTrapped walked to Mafioso.
He should have more trust in the man, he really should. Don had never hurt him ever before.
But something... Something inside iTrapped made him want to run from everyone. He had to fight that instinct for Chance, was he willing to do it for Mafioso?