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Before I start I should probably explain my ocs so you guys can understand what I'm talking about

The first one is named Izzy [they/them], but is also referred to as "Dummy" [by a majority of the survivors] and "Kiddo" by Mafioso since they were the youngest henchman working for him

The second one is Dance_221 [it/itself], who used to be in a relationship with Izzy before something corrupted their mind, forcing Izzy to ditch it

These two are inspired by actual Roblox accounts I own/used to own.

Izzy is a survivor
They have pale yellow skin, short messy brown hair thats hardly ever brushed, a black military hat, and a suit that looks kinda similar to Chance's. They usually have a gun on them.

Dance_221 is a killer, using an axe to kill their victims
They have light beige skin, an orange beanie, medium length brown hair, a green t-shirt with an 8 on it, blue jeans, and white sneakers. They carry an axe with them at all times.

To sum them up Izzy used to work for Mafioso but decided to kinda rebel against him, sneaking away from missions and using what they learned when they worked with him to see Dance_221. Until one day something about Dance's behavior was *off*. They were saying and doing things that were completely out of their character. So Izzy ran, leaving them behind. It was the safest option.

After what felt like years of hiding, Izzy met the other survivors: Elliot, Guest, Chance, 007n7, and so on. It took a while, but Izzy eventually got used to everyone. The matches were shit, but Izzy knew how to fight. Did they survive? Not always. Not like it mattered, everyone just goes back to the lobby afterwards.

Dance_221 on the other hand, didn't take the abandonment nicely. Who would? Whatever was messing with their mind/system was definitely working. They resorted to killing, not knowing what they were doing. None of this was because they wanted to. It wasn't a choice.

Back to Izzy

Izzy had no idea about anyone's past. Not Guest 1337, not Elliot, nobody. Izzy didn't even know that 007n7 had a kid.

Izzy always had a strange bais for 007n7. Maybe it's because he tried to help every time they had a panic attack every time they tried to face the killer in each match. Maybe it's because he reminds them of Dance_221 before it got corrupted. Who knows.

None of the other survivors understood why Izzy liked hanging out with 007n7. Everyone else knew what had happened with his hacks, messing up Elliots pizza place. Izzy was oblivious to this information. And even if they did find out they'd probably still stick around with 007n7.

Dance_221 had found themselves talking to the other killers. They had become friends with c00lkidd, playing "tag" with him every once in a while. The kid viewed Dance_221 as an older sibling, probably because nobody else bothered to hang out when he was bored.

Every time Izzy sees Dance_221 they immediately get overwhelmed with guilt. They feel guilty for abandoning someone they used to love.

But now something else is bothering Izzy.

Their own feelings towards a certain survivor...

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It was getting near the end of the match. 1 minute and 30 seconds remained. So far only Shedletsky, 007n7, Chance, and Izzy remained. The killer, Jason, was god knows where, scavenging and searching for what survivors remain.

Izzy is hiding behind a wall, fiddling with their gun, hoping they had enough bullets. 1 bullet left. Shit. Two Time's body rested next to them in the grass, blood spilled everywhere, as if warning them of what could happen if they weren't careful.

Shedletsky was busy keeping Jason busy, swinging his sword to try and stun him while 007n7 ran off to hide so he can catch his breath.

Chance was somewhere, flipping his coin with his fingers, attempting to get lucky for once.

Izzy hears Jason and Shedletsky getting closer, so they stand up from their hiding spot, adjusting their hat, and aimed the gun, shooting Jason in the leg, giving Shedletsky some time to take a moment to breathe.

And with that, the match finally ended. Everyone goes to the lobby, the cabin, where everyone else was in their own little groups. Elliot, Chance, and Two Time were talking somewhere upstairs, eating some pizza. Shedletsky was sitting down at a table, eating some fried chicken. Guest leaned against a wall, surveiling the room, as if watching out for any type of threat. 007n7 was by himself as well, tinkering with his c00lgui, making sure everything was functioning properly.

Izzy poured themselves a cup of coffee, sitting down away from the others, placing their gun on the table, as well as their hat. They then take out a photo from their pocket, staring at it with a somber expression. The photo was of Izzy and their former lover, Dance_221. Both were smiling, holding hands and sharing a drink. God, Izzy missed those days. Ever since they have entered this hellhole they've been feeling more lonely than ever. Especially after knowing what had happened to Dance.

They sigh quietly, pocketing the photo and standing up, brushing their hair with their hand before putting their hat back on, and grabbing their cup of coffee, wandering around to hopefully catch someone to talk to. They could talk to 007n7 like usual...but he seems busy at the moment. Guest looked...intimidating.. Elliot, Chance, and Two Time seemed fine without Izzy interrupting them.. Shedletsky doesn't like to be bothered when eating..

Maybe it was best if they didn't bother anyone right now.

Izzy goes back to their spot at the table, sitting back down to go back to their thoughts, leaving everyone else to their own activities.

Elliot, Chance, and Two Time come downstairs, chatting away still, entering the same room as Izzy. Chance notices Izzy by themselves, elbowing Elliot, mumbling something and pointing at the lonely one.

"Yo, Dummy! Would you want some pizza?" Chance called out, grabbing Izzy's attention. They look at the trio, nodding quietly. Some pizza would be nice. They haven't eaten in a while anyways.

Nobody exactly knows why some people called Izzy "Dummy". If it was anyone else being called that they'd probably get offended. But Izzy seemed fine with it, surprisingly.

Elliot offers a slice of pizza, Izzy accepting it hesitantly and taking a bite. Elliot's pizzas have always tasted so good. Especially at a time like this where everyone can relax for a bit.

Elliot, Chance, and Two Time sit down at the table with Izzy, catching them off guard. They listen to the trio chat, hardly saying a word unless it was relevant, and enjoying the company.

Izzy wasn't necessarily hated umong the survivors, but they weren't really liked either. Especially since everyone knows they used to work for Mafioso. But they did get a little bit of respect for being able to shoot a gun without missing the shot.

Two Time, Elliot, and Chance were joking around with each other, Elliot keeping watch on how much pizza the other two were eating. Izzy kept quiet like usual, taking small bites of the pizza and occasional sips of their coffee.

"And the way the gun just launched back, like-!" Chance then makes a gesture with his arms, as if pretending to be launched by an invisible force, with Elliot and Two Time laughing a little. Izzy smiled a bit, finally being a little more active in the conversation, occasionally cracking a joke despite their efforts being a little rusty. What mattered was that they tried their best.

"Hahaha..! And did you see how that Jason guy just stood there like a fool after Chance missed?" Izzy teased, laughing a little as well.

"Hey!-"

While the group joked around, Izzy would occasionally take a look around the lobby, just to see how everyone was doing. Whenever they would see that everyone else was alright, they continued the jokes and laughs. It felt nice to be able to relax for once.

Guest remained at his spot, watching over everyone without saying a word. 007n7 had given up messing around with his c00lgui, now currently sitting at a couch and reading a random newspaper to entertain himself. Shedletsky had finished eating, now sitting out on the porch of the cabin, sharpening his sword for whenever the next match begins. Noob sat next to him, asking random questions to Shed just to annoy him. Dusekkar was more than likely by the ocean a little bit put from the cabin, doing whatever Dusekkar does during break time. Builderman was upstairs, looking though blueprints to make sure he had everything needed to make whatever machinery was going to be needed.

Before anyone knew it, it was time for the next match.

Damn it.

Izzy stands alone, gun in its holster, the photo in their pocket, their hat sitting slightly crooked on their head, just how they like it.

The killer was yet to be determined yet. But whoever it was, it was violent. Noob is already dead, and Two Time is already on their second life.

Maybe this match nobody will be able to survive.

Not even Izzy, the one who usually survives the killers.

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Izzy wanders around the map, their hands in their pockets, searching for generators to complete. A majority of them have already been completed, but it wouldn't hurt to try to finish one. Their hands are in their pockets, assuming the killer was a fair distance away. Their mind is scrambled, thinking about how exhausted they were, hoping they could take a nap after this match. But sleeping would be useless, especially since people are already dead. It'd be stupid to sleep for a moment while others sleep forever.

The killer scurries around the map, giggling maniacally at the bloodshed they've caused. The adrenaline, the euphoria, the excitement. It was like a game to them. A game of Cat and Mouse.

Everyone else was looking for the final generator, hopefully being able to complete it to get the round over with. Everyone was sick and tired of dealing with this bullshit over and over again: being chased by the killer, dying, being put back in the cabin, wait for the others, only for the cycle to start over again.

Izzy continues walking, growing bored of not doing anything exciting, so they take out a deck of playing cards from their vest pocket, shuffling the cards, sitting down in the grass, slowly losing track of time as they start to let their mind wander.

Until the felt the swing of an axe just barely hit them in the head.

"Hahaha! I knew I'd find ya somewhere!!" The killer, Dance_221, exclaimed as it lifts its axe, chuckling at the fear they've created. Their voice is distorted and glitchy, showing signs that something had taken over their mind.

"Wh-..WHAT THE FUCK!?" Izzy quickly got up, only to be struck in the back by the axe, collapsing to the ground, landing with a thud and a cry in pain. Their playing cards are scattered everywhere, their blood seeping through their shirt. They try to crawl away, Dance_221 laughing their ass off at the sight.

"...f-fuck..!" Izzy struggled to get away, Dance slowly following them, as if taunting them of the fact it can walk but they cannot. Dance_221 dragged it's axe in the ground, letting the grass smear the blood along the blade.

"Awwh~...what's wrong, Dummy? Getting tired already?" Dance_221 teased, picking Izzy up by the back of their shirt, turning them around and slamming them against a nearby wall. Its hands surrounded Izzy's neck, blocking their airway. Izzy attempted to kick, scratch, and punch in any way possible, but they were growing weaker by the second. Dance_221 slightly lifted Izzy off the ground, making it harder to breathe

"D-...Dance...pl-please...-" Izzy gasped, tears rolling down their cheeks as they eventually gave up defending for themselves. They even gave up crying for help. It wouldn't have mattered anyways. Nobody can hear them.

Then, for a split second, time seemed to have stopped. Dance_221 had seemingly frozen in place, it's grip on Izzy getting loose, allowing them to drop on the ground. They sit for a moment, coughing, grasping for breath. They look around frantically, wondering who had stunned the killer. But whoever it was had already left. So Izzy gets up and runs away, limping due to the insane back pain they were feeling.

Once hidden, Izzy crashes to the ground, wheezing and shaking, wishing they had a medkit to heal themselves with even though it would be difficult to bandage their back.

They quickly take off their suit vest, throwing it in a random direction, laying down on their stomach to somewhat relieve the pain.

And then they hear footsteps.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shiiiit" Izzy's mind was racing, fearing that it was Dance_221 again, returning to finish what it started.

"Hey, I got you a medkit. Please, let me help you."

It was 007n7.

007n7 kneels down, putting the medkit down and gently picking Izzy up, comforting them the best he could as he lifted their shirt just enough to get directly to the wound, and applies the bandages and whatever else he could find that could help.

Once 007n7 was done, he fixed Izzy's shirt, carefully setting them back down so they could rest.

"...Seven... you didn't need... to do that..." Izzy muttered between heavy breaths, resting a hand on their chest to feel their heartbeat. They've always had this habit of feeling their heartbeat as a way to convince themselves to calm down. And surprisingly it worked.

"..Yes I did. You were low on health and bleeding out. Not like I need it anyways.." 007n7 sat down next to Izzy, supervising them just in case something unexpected happened. Izzy's always been unpredictable when it came to being injured.

"...you don't have to babysit me, y'know."

"I know."

"Then why do it?"

"Just in case something happens."

"...fair." Izzy relaxes a little, occasionally glancing at their wristwatch to see how much time was left. Not much longer. Thankfully nobody else has died since the attack. And every generator has been completed, which means there a little less time until everyone goes back to the cabin.

After a moment, it had grown strangely quiet. So Izzy starts to spark up a conversation to kill time.

"Sooo... any plans after this match?"

007n7 took a minute to think. Only to adjust his glasses and shake his head no.

"No, I don't think so. Why do you ask?" 007n7 asked with a soft smile, leaning his head a little to the side.

"I just wanted to hang out.. like how we usually do. I like your company." Izzy shifted slightly in their spot, regretting it immediately as a immediate sting from their back makes them flinch. "..ah!-"

"Woah, woah, careful there..can't have you getting hurt again, can we?" 007n7 carefully guides Izzy back down, making sure they didn't stand up and risk messing up the bandages.

"...mhm.." Izzy remained seated, watching some of the other survivors keep the killer busy. They look at their watch. Just a little bit longer. Just a little longer until they can take a much needed nap at the cabin.

Some time passed, and unfortunately a few other survivors had died, which resulted in the time remaining being longer than expected. Damn it.

Now it was just 007n7 and Izzy remaining, both of them have gotten out of their hiding spot, now hiding anywhere possible from Dance_221.

Izzy had been holding their gun for a while now, their hands trembling at the idea of 007n7 getting hurt, or worse, killed. They had long abandoned the cards, as it wasn't worth going back to pick them up and risk being caught.

As Izzy snuck behind walls, they spot 007n7 being chased by Dance_221. 007n7 was exhausted, attempting to hide the best he could. His clone was in cool down, and it would take too long to use his c00lgui. But before Izzy could aim the gun and fire..

CRACK

The sound of 007n7's skull being split by the axe was *horrifying* to hear. Izzy nearly drops their gun, their heart racing, their eyes filled with rage. Even though Dance_221 was still someone Izzy cared about, they were *pissed*. The timer was set to 1 minute. 1 minute to survive this monster. Izzy raises their gun, blinded by rage, and show every bullet in the barrel, screaming and sobbing. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!" Once their gun started clicking to indicate they were out of bullets they started running for their life, Dance_221's body frozen in place, processing what the hell just happened.

"Hehe...Didn't know you had it in ya, Izzy...Did you *really* replace me that quickly? HA! I don't think so."

Dance_221 started sprinting towards Izzy, picking up the pace with each passing second.

45 seconds.

Izzy ran as fast as they could, growing exhausted quickly due to their injury in their back.

30 seconds.

Dance_221 is laughing like a madman, enjoying this little game, gaining up in Izzy quicker than anticipated. Just a little longer.

15 seconds.

Izzy collapses, breathing heavily and crying, knowing their fate was soon. Dance_221 towers over them, giggling and spinning the axe, as if dragging out their inevitable death.

10.

Izzy sits up, realizing they're cornered with nobody to help them. They look at Dance, smiling softly.

5.

"...I guess you win, Dance..."

"Hehe...better luck next time..!"

SMACK

Everything goes dark..and Izzy is finally at the cabin again.

They could use a break.

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Izzy suddenly bursts into the cabin, alarming everyone inside almost immediately. Nobody has ever seen them this pissed off. The amount of hatred they were feeling against the previous killer was obvious. It's dead silent in the cabin, except for the occasional flip of Chance's coin or the small hum of whatever machinery Builderman had been working on. Izzy looks around, realizing being inside was not the best idea, so they just walk out, leaving everyone else behind to calm down.

They take a quick walk to the beach, though the ocean didn't smell as salty as it looked. It was if something in that ocean was keeping the survivors here, and everyone else outside of the waters.

Izzy sits down at the dock, picking up a rock and throwing it as far as humanly possible, watching it splash into the water with a soft sound. Izzy has always had a habit of throwing things when they got mad.

They take off their hat, putting it beside them and combing their hair with their fingers, ignoring how badly they needed to get their hair straight. They take a deep breath, feeling their anger slowly fading as the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air. The sun was beginning to set, the beams of sunlight blanketing over the water, painting the skies with pinks, oranges, and reds. It was a wonderful sight to see. If only this lasted forever.

It was peaceful at last. Everyone at the cabin had resumed their usual activities, as if what had just happened had no effect whatsoever. Though a few folks were pretty worried about them..

Noob, Shedletsky, and Chance are all in a group, sitting down at a table and chatting, each of them having noticed Izzys sudden burst of anger.

"Did you hear how they emptied their entire gun on that killer?"

"Ooh, they were pissed when 007n7 was killed. Do you think their anger was because of that?"

"I dunno.. considering how close those two are I'm sure something about it had to trigger something in them to cause that type of reaction..."

"I wish they'd act like that for me..."

"Noob, you weirdo..!"

"Hahaha, hey!"

007n7 sat nearby, pretending to not hear the conversation being spoken by the trio. He was once again messing around with his c00lgui, noticing there were some bugs in jt that needed to be fixed before the next match. But once he heard something about how mad Izzy got after he was killed, he started to pay a little bit more attention to the conversation.

"I can't even think on how it would be like to get so mad I waste all my bullets. And only to die in the end? Damn, maybe I should have to teach Dummy how to shoot the fucking thing." Chance crossed his arms, fiddling with his coin while Noob and Shedletsky rambled on about other things, like other survivors and even some of the killer's.

"Then you might as well do it, Chance. Maybe they'd take some of you *expert advice* on when your gun backfires and hits ya in the face." Noob replied jokingly, sarcasm being prominent in his tone as Shedletsky laughed a little, finding this entertaining.

"You asshole! All you do is drink colas and eat burgers!" Chance joked back, slamming his coin against the table, pretending to be angry despite not being able to keep a straight face. Shedletsky is laughing his ass off at the "conflict".

Everyone else was doing their own thing: Elliot was cooking plenty of pizzas for whoever needed it in the next match. Guest was supervising the area just in case someone did something incredibly stupid. Builderman was outside messing around with his turrets and dispensers, making sure nothing was broken or damaged. Izzy was still out on the dock, this time laying down on their back and looking up at the dimly lit sky. The moon was barely seen thanks to how cloudy it was currently.

Izzy was struggling to keep their eyes open, feeling sleep deprived and slightly weak. The mental breakdown from last match had worn them out. A small nap wouldn't hurt, right? They had plenty of time before the next match, so surely they can take a quick nap to get some energy.

And with that they're out like a light, using their arms as a makeshift pillow to be somewhat comfortable while they rested. Their breaths were calm and level, relaxing for once ever since they've gotten into this piece of shit of a hellhole.

Back in the cabin, everyone seemed to have not notice that Izzy had been outside for what felt like hours on end. Maybe they were too busy doing their own thing to even notice what anyone else was doing.

007n7 noticed, though.

He has a unique system in his c00lgui that can tell him where others were located. He used to use it back when he had c00lkidd, just in case the kid got lost or wandered off. Now 007n7 uses it whenever he believes someone is in danger. And now the c00lgui is telling him Izzy is outside, amd has been for a few hours.

He looks around, closing out the c00lgui, and steps outside to reach for them. Nobody noticed, or cared that 007n7 had randomly left the cabin.

After some time of searching, 007n7 had found where Izzy was located. And immediately he noticed how peaceful they looked, resting so easily, even when the wood under their body would definitely make them sore when they wake up.

007n7 had never seen Izzy this relaxed before. Usually they're hyper and loud, whether they're playing a game of cards with Chance or bothering Elliot while he prepared pizzas. But now they were quiet and still, making easy breaths while they rested. But there was no way they were actually comfortable like this.

Surely they would prefer resting their head on an actual pillow and not using their arms.

Without thinking of the consequences, 007n7 pucks up Izzy, carrying them with a surprisingly low amount of effort, with one arm under their legs, and other under their back, letting them rest their head against his chest while he traveled back to the cabin to find somewhere comfortable to put them.

Izzy could faintly hear 007n7's heartbeat, which seemed to have made them fall into a deeper sleep. Their face starts to warm up a little bit, ever so slightly leaning against 007n7 while he carried them to a safe place in the cabin.

Once back inside, 007n7 takes Izzy upstairs and was just about to put them down on a comfortable bean pag when they shifted a little bit closer towards him, indicating that they were comfortable as is and didn't want to move. Great. 007n7 gives up, sitting down in the bean bag instead, still holding onto Izzy. He didn't want to move them to where they weren't comfortable. And if they wanted to sleep against him, he figured it wouldn't be the worst thing to happen.

It was surprising how lightweight Izzy felt. It was as if 007n7 was holding a large plush bear rather than an actual, breathing human being in his arms. It felt kinda nice to hold someone. To know that someone trusted him enough to even do this to begin with.

Slight commotion can be heard downstairs, but for what 007n7 was aware of, it was just him and Izzy upstairs. So it wasn't likely that anyone would randomly walk by and see him holding onto Izzy, which would probably lead to many questions that would need to be answered.

It was nice and quiet. 007n7 had figure out a way to multitask by holding Izzy with one arm, his free hand messing around with his c00lgui once again. He had to make sure everything was perfect, even if he was busy with something else. Maybe when Izzy wakes up again they can try to convince him to take a break once in a while. He's tired as is, usually failing to survive the killers each round, and even more so when he's constantly working on his exploits.

007n7 was zoned into his thoughts, not even realizing that time was passing by quickly, and it was almost time to start another match. When he did notice, he cursed a little under his breath before lightly shaking Izzy awake.

"Hey...Izzy...you need to wake up..." 007n7 muttered just loud enough for Izzy to hear, and they begin to stir awake, mumbling something in Spanish before sitting up quickly, realizing where they had been sleeping for the past hour.

"O-Oh-...uhm.." They stand up, their face burning up from embarrassment, hesitantly offering a hand to help 007n7 get up. "...did you carry me from the dock?...and-...I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-" They struggled with their words, growing even more embarrassed with each second that passed. Though they will have to admit how they slept was incredibly comfortable.

"No, no, it's alright...I should have just put you on the couch or something..." 007n7 fixed his glasses and burger hat while Izzy adjusted their hat and dusted their suit off in an attempt to flatten out any wrinkles they find in their clothing.

"Uh...I was going to say that the next match was about to start soon.. you might want to make sure you have enough bullets in your gun. We can't have only Chance and Shedletsky to rely on, right?"

"...right." Izzy stretches, still feeling a little tired from their nap, and starts to head downstairs to get ready for the next match.

007n7 stays upstairs, not realizing that his body was incredibly warm, more than likely caused by Izzy when they were sleeping earlier. Or maybe it was because he's embarrassed.

They seemed to certainly seemed to have an affect on him recently.

"Come on Seven! We gotta go!" Someone called out, making him snap out of his thoughts and come back downstairs to meet the others.

As much as Izzy hated to admit it, they kind of missed when they were being held. It felt comforting.

007n7 missed that too.

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Every single match, each time, was the exact same as the previous one. Jason skillfully using his machete whenever he had the chance, John Doe infecting survivors with his malware, people getting poisoned by 1x... Nothing new. Nothing interesting to say about the killers between matches.

This match was different, though.

Builderman, Noob, and Chance were in a group this particular match, searching for generators to complete just in case anyone missed one. But so far it seemed that all of them were done. It wouldn't hurt to check, though.

Since there wasn't anything going on, Builderman had set out blueprints and built a turret, figuring it could be useful for later.

Guest had been keeping an eye out for the killer, while 007n7 had found a generator that wasn't fully completed. Elliot had been hiding in a general location, expecting anyone to come up to him and request for a slice of pizza.
Shedletsky was waiting for the killer to come by so he can slice them and stun them for a bit.

Izzy, on the other hand, was face to face with the killer. None other than Mafioso himself. He had his men standing nearby, all of them waiting for the sign to attack.

"It's been a while since I've last seen ya, huh, Kiddo?" Mafioso said with a snarky grin, his Italian accent slipping though as he spoke. In reply, Izzy just returned the smile and held up their gun, aiming the barrel directly between his eyes, but kept their finger off the trigger.

"It certainly has, hasn't it?" They stand up straight, not moving a muscle. They were used to Mafioso and his sly looks. They used to work for him, after all.

"I bet you still know how to shoot a bullseye, doncha?" Mafioso takes a step closer, as if threatening to attack while his henchmen snickered and slowly approached ad well. Izzy didn't budge.

"You really thought I'd be that forgetful? Ouch, I'm hurt." They reply sarcastically, mocking a hurt expression before pointing the gun back at Mafioso, immediately dropping their smile. "Cut the bullshit and do something already. I'm getting tired."

Mafioso looked at his men, nodding, then points at Izzy. "Alright boys, you know what to do. And if you do good, pizza's on me."

Izzy sprints off, being followed quickly behind while Mafioso used this time to track down the other survivors. With Izzy being busy, it would be easier to kill off the others.

Time kept getting added to the clock, with more survivors dropping like flies without Izzy's knowledge. Chance and Shedletsky had attempted to stun Mafioso, only to end up losing their lives quickly.

Then Builderman was down.

The turret he built was broken into pieces.

Two Time died soon after.

Noob.

Elliot.

Dusekkar.

Guest.

*Fuck*.

Izzy had finally lost the henchmen, but had also lost a lot of health and energy. They have a medkit in their hands solely because nobody else picked it up. Because there wasn't anyone left to grab it.

The map felt...empty... had everyone else already died?

Were they alone?

They continue to walk around, checking every corner to make sure Mafioso wasn't around to attack. As they start to approach a nearby wall, they hear what sounded like...someone gasping for air?

It was 007n7. And he was hurt pretty badly.

"Oh, shit! Did he get you?" Izzy quickly gets to 007n7, putting the medkit down and takes out the supplies, applying ointments and bandaging on his wounds. Both of them were hurt pretty badly, but Izzy thought he needed the attention more than they did.

"I-Izzy, what are you doing..? I don't deserve it...please..." 007n7 muttered, trying to push the supplies away, rejecting the help. He didn't deserve it. Nobody liked him, anyways. Considering his past with exploits, who would?

"Yes you do, Seven. Please, don't try to push it away...it's only gonna make you worse..." Izzy finished bandaging 007n7's injuries, gently pressing the back of their gloved hand against his forehead, making sure he wasn't overheating or freezing to death. He seemed fine, other than the injuries given to him by Mafioso. "Just...stay here...I'll take care of it."

Izzy gets back up, their body aching and sore from bearing with their injuries for far too long, and held their gun tightly in their hand, preparing to shoot at any given time. There wasn't too much time left, just enough time to wander around to seach for any other supplies.

That's when a bullet strikes Izzy directly in the leg, making them fall over in pain. They land with a thud, dropping their gun and laying in the grass, looking up at the sky, feeling weak.

"No matter how aware you are of your surroundings, you can't seem to notice any killer sneaking behind you, huh?" Mafioso stood over Izzy, chuckling and holding a cigarette between his fingers, looking down at the poor fool below him.

"...Fuck off." Izzy snarled, struggling to stand up, only to have the wind knocked out of them when Mafioso abruptly stepped on their chest, making them lose even more health.

15 health. No way to heal.

Izzy starts to cough up blood, spitting it out to prevent choking, all while Mafioso just looked down and smoked his cigarette, letting them struggle. Until both of them heard a voice.

"Hey! Over here!"

007n7?

Mafioso had caught interest in 007n7, letting go of Izzy and chasing after him. Izzy slowly sat up, coughing up more blood when they see 007n7 in front of them, picking them up and carrying them to safety.

"...you...used a clone?...Or are *you* the clone?...I can never tell..the difference..." Izzy joked one set down, leaning against a wall and wiping the blood off their lips with their sleeve, smiling a little to know 007n7 was safe..unless this was a clone.

"No, no, it's me. Don't worry, I got you. I got you." 007n7 puts a hand on Izzy's cheek, trying to keep them stable while letting time pass. Just a minute left until it was safe to go back to the cabin. Just a minute until the wounds heal. Just a minute.

Izzy's face got a little pink whenever 007n7 held their face. His hand was warm. Really warm. They lean a little against his hand, closing their eyes and quietly enjoying the moment. They even made a small hum on accident. "Your hand is warm, Seven.."

007n7 sits down next to Izzy, noticing that time was almost up. Thank god. Izzy leaned a little against 007n7, their hand accidently on top of his, both of them feeling exhausted from the violence and chasing.

They then hear a voice.

"Gotcha"

Mafioso stood behind the two, 5 seconds remain in the match.

"Dude. Shut. The fuck. *Up*."

Izzy grabs their gun and shoots, stunning Mafioso, ending the match.

It was finally safe to go back to the cabin and rest.

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Lmao April fools expect the next chapter soon though

Edit - idk how to get rid of the "I yap too much im sorry: note at the end of every new chapter I'm sorry-

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It had started to become a bit of a tradition for 007n7 and Izzy to sneak away upstairs in the cabin to chat between each match. 007n7 would sit in a chair and pull up his c00lgui, checking each button to ensure everything worked properly while Izzy would sit next to him and quietly observe his work. But if they got bored enough they would play around with the Dance Dance Revolution machine, picking out songs they like and try to get the highest score on the leaderboard. It was impressive how much energy they have even after getting beaten up every match.

Sometimes other survivors would stop by, direction their focus on Izzy instead of 007n7, finding it impressive how the damn machine even functioned, let alone someone be able to play it and not pass out from exhaustion. Some of them would even make it a challenge to see if anyone can beat Izzy, only for a majority of them to lose. There has been a time or two that Izzy would have lost, though. They're still pretty damn talented at using it.

Whenever Izzy would try to involve 007n7, someone has something to say about it. Or sometimes they would just flat out ignore whenever they would mention him. Especially Elliot. It felt unsettling how everyone seemed to dislike 007n7. It made them feel horrible.

Why did they seem to be the only one who liked being around him?

But now, Izzy and 007n7 were left alone, sitting silently together, Izzy watching 007n7 figure out what had busted a section of his c00lgui. They knew it was better to not ask questions right now so he wouldn't loose focus and risk messing something up. Izzy can never comprehend how he knows all this to begin with.

Izzy gets a little bored, so they get out of the chair and head downstairs to grab a snack, leaving 007n7 alone for a bit so he can focus without someone being directly next to him and possibly invading his space.

The cabin was as full of life as it usually was. Everyone was chattering with each other. Nothing new to take note of. Though Elliot did seem to be a bit overworked wit the whole "making pizzas every day" task. Maybe helping him can work?

Izzy strolls into the kitchen, the smell of the pizzas hitting them strongly. Before they even said a word Elliot spoke in a somewhat angry tone.

"Chance, for the last time I'm not-..." He stops once he sees Izzy, sighing a little bit. "Sorry...Chance has been missing me off a little bit recently..." He places a pizza in a box, putting the pizza box on the counter before preparing to make another pizza.

"...Need help there, Elliot?" Izzy politely offered, approaching Elliot and seeing if they can lend a hand. Despite not having a lot of cooking experience, they can still maybe help out by putting the pizza in the oven or in the box. It didn't feel right gor Elliot to do all this by himself.

"I mean..if you don't fuck it up, I guess." Elliot took a step to the side, allowing Izzy some room to stand in. Surprisingly he didn't seem to mind Izzy's assistance. The two managed to get the pizzas done with a lot quicker than expected, which was a huge relief on Elliot's part. Now he actually had some free time to do whatever he felt like doing.

"That was...actually pretty good. Thanks you, Izzy." Elliot rewarded Izzy with a slice of pizza, which they hesitantly accepted. They hold onto the pizza, feeling a little guilty for accepting food they didn't need. They then get an idea. 007n7 would probably want a slice as well.

"Uhm, Elliot? Is it alright if I have another slice? For Seven?" When Elliot heard that pathetic ass nickname he immediately tensed up., making a face at the thought of giving that guy a slice. Izzy spotted this immediately and regretting asking as soon as they saw Elliot's reaction.

"And what makes you think I'd let him have any pizza? He's a blacklisted customer, I can't do that." Elliot snapped, crossing his arms before calming down a little bit. "...sorry...but my answer is no."

"...n-nevermind then...sorry for asking..." Izzy then leaves the kitchen, going back upstairs to check and see how 007n7 was doing, feeling horrible for asking Elliot something that was clearly a sensitive topic.

"I, uh...I brought you pizza...if you want any..." Izzy spoke quietly, holding out the pizza for 007n7 to take if he wanted it. 007n7 moves the c00lgui to the side, accepting the pizza and taking a few bites, giving Izzy a quick nod as a thank you. Izzy then sits down in the same chair they were sitting in earlier, not minding that 007n7 was eating something but they weren't.

Izzy starts to figit in their spot, trying to find something to do to pass the time. Whenever 007n7 finished his pizza, Izzy asks him a quick question.

"Can I see your wrist?"

"Hm?"

"Your wrist, Seven. I wanna try something."

007n7 lets Izzy hold his wrist while they press lightly on where his pulse might be, curious on how fast his heart was beating.

"Oh, my pulse isn't prominent in my wrist." 007n7 gently guides Izzy's hand to his chest, making it easier for them to feel his heartbeat.

"A-Are you okay with me touching you like this?" Izzy asked shyly, wanting to take their hand off, but also didn't want to at the same time. His heartbeat was calming, and easy paced. 007n7 replied with a slight nod, still somewhat holding their hand over his heart, but his grip was loose in case they wanted to let go.

After a moment they let go, not realizing how red their face had gotten from the contact. It was a little embarrassing to touch someone like that, especially when it was with someone Izzy considered to be a friend.

"...the next match starts soon, doesn't it?" Changing the topic, Izzy sat back in their seat, fanning their face with their hat to try to cool down a little bit.

"I believe it starts soon, yeah..." 007n7 repositioned his glasses, standing up and starts to go downstairs to get himself prepared for the match.

Izzy stayed behind, watching him leave. Once he was put of the room, they put their hand over their heart, realizing how quickly it was beating. Their face started to heat up again, trying to shake the thought of when 007n7 had let them feel his heartbeat. God, how embarrassing...

They get up out of their chair, struggling to act as if they weren't a blushing mess, and goes to where the others were to start the next match.

Maybe being chased will distract them from all of their thoughts about 007n7 for a little bit.

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Matches came and passed, amd the survivors had started to notice how much more often Izzy would be quick to shoot their gun, especially when 007n7 was in danger. If he was low on health? Any medkits they could find went immediately to him. If he was being chased? They would run in the way and risk dying just for him to be more likely to survive.

Everything they seemed to do was for him.

Nobody seems to know who the killer was this round just yet, but everyone was preparing for whatever attacks could come their way. Izzy, Chance, and Shedletsky had their weapons in hand while Guest made sure to stay in guard in case he needed to parry. Elliot has his pizzas , Builderman had ran off to build some machines, and 007n7, Noob, and Two Time had wandered off to search for generators to complete. Everything seemed somewhat normal in a way.

Izzy had split off from the others, being given the task to find the killer and shoot them to give the others some extra time. Sounds easy enough. They've done this plenty of times before. Just aim, pull the trigger, and hope they shot their target.

Until they hear a voice they were not familiar with. It sounded more like a kid than a killer. Izzy looks around the corner, finding a red...thing?...standing nearby, giggling and mumbling something about a game of hide and seek.

On the things torso were the words "Team c00lkidd: Join today!" And it wore a propeller hat as an accessory. For some reason this kid looked strangely familiar. Didn't 007n7 say something about a kid like that at some point in time? Probably.

"I think I found the target?...maybe?" Izzy muttered under their breath, aiming the gun at the kid while it had its back turned to them. But for whatever reason, they couldn't shoot. It didn't feel right to shoot a child, even if it was the killer. The poor kid didn't know what he was doing.

"...fuck" Izzy lowered the gun, getting angry at themselves for not being able to fire the gun without feeling guilty. They look around, making sure nobody else was around, and slowly approached the kid, putting the gun in its holster to not seem threatening.

"H-hey, kiddo...whatcha got there?" They ask with a shaky voice, knowing this was dangerous both for themselves and for others. "Whats your name?" They added, sitting down next to the kid, but made sure to put a little distance between them just in case the kid made a sudden attack.

"I'm c00lkidd!" C00lkidd answered cheerfully, smiling at Izzy before that smile turned horrifying. "And you're IT!!" Suddenly, C00lkidd jumps up, tackling Izzy and choking them, making them panic.

"Ack!-" They struggle to breathe, more damage being inflicted on them with each passing second. If nobody finds them soon they're going to end up dead.

That is until Shedletsky finds them. He takes his sword, charging at c00lkidd, and slices him, stunning him and giving Izzy time to run.

"You fucking idiot didn't you see that was a killer!?" Shedletsky drags Izzy away from c00lkidd, giving them a small lecture about not doing their part of the job. "It was just a kid, Shedletsky...I couldn't do it..." Izzy replied with raspy breaths, their throat sore from the pressure they were feeling earlier. They can still feel c00lkidd's hands wrapped around their neck.

"I don't care, Izzy. You were told to shoot 'em, so you gotta do it, alright?" Shedletsky quickly scans Izzy for other injuries, finding nothing other than a necklace of bruises on their throat. They seem to be somewhat alright, though.

"Alright, alright, sorry...damn..." Izzy stands up, walking off and taking their gun out of the holster, now fully aware of what type of threat they have to deal with.

Shedletsky leaves in the opposite direction, saying something to himself while he searched for the others.

Time passes, and all of the generators have been completed. Finally. Nobody wad paying attention to the time remaining anymore. That was the least of their problems.

Izzy was busy protecting some of the survivors, aiming their gun and shooting, unfortunately missing each shot. That little bastard moves too quickly. They were give some scratches and other injuries in return, but at least the other survivors had a chance of living.

007n7 had been attacked earlier, and was now placed in a hiding spot while Izzy or whoever bothered to care about him went to find a medkit.

Izzy would go around the area, asking others if they've seen a medkit anywhere, knowing that they're more than likely not going to get one if they said if was for 007n7. But they themselves looked damaged enough that they could probably get away with saying it was for their own injuries.

Seeing that Chance had a healthkit after searching for a while, Izzy steps up to him, giving him a weak smile. "C-Can I have that..please?" They ask nicely, half expecting him to say no. But to their surprise he gives it to them. "Go ahead, give it to your boyfriend or something. He looks like he needs it." Izzy gave a quick nod as a thank you, hugging the medkit against their chest. It took them a solid 5 minutes to realize what Chance said.

Wait a damn minute..

Boyfriend??

Their heart pounding in their ears as they located 007n7 again, kneeling down in front of him and carefully applying whatever the hell they can find in there. They have gotten skilled at this type of stuff since they've been doing it so often.

"Izzy...I-I can do it..." 007n7 spoke quietly, doing what he would regularly do and reject Izzy's help, claiming that he didn't deserve it or that they needed it more. Normally Izzy would reassure him that it was alright and that they can do it. But this time they decided to do something a little different.

Izzy gently holds 007n7's hand in their own, with him responding by interlocking their fingers together while their free hand rested in his cheek. They have no idea what is possessing them to do this but it was far too late to go back now.

"Hey...I got you, alright? Stay still for me, please? Ill see if I can get a slice of pizza from Elliot so you can be properly healed." Izzy then gives 007n7 a light kiss on the cheek without thinking twice before standing back up, leaving the room to find Elliot.

Oh, how hot their face was at that moment.

The whole time they're cursing themselves out in Spanish for making such a dumb move; kissing 007n7 while the others were probably getting slaughtered by c00lkidd.

Izzy then finds Elliot, requesting for a slice of pizza, and thanks him, going back to 007n7 to bring him the food. "H-Here...this should help.." They let him eat at his own pave while they stood by the doorway, keeping guard in case c00lkidd finds them and attacks.

Once done with his pizza, 007n7 looks up at Izzy, his hand on his cheek where they had kissed him. He smiles a little even though their back was turned towards him.

After a while Izzy sits down next to 007n7, their gun directly next to them, still pretty worried about 007n7's health. Everyone else seemed fine. Surprisingly, despite how badly injured some suevivors were, nobody had died yet. Maybe everyone finally learned how to survive a killer.

Izzy's hand is placed on top of 007n7's by accident, and he reacted by interlocking their fingers together. Now was probably the worst time to be acting romantic, but it seemed like an somewhat alright time to at least hold hands.

"...your hands are warm." Izzy commented, having no idea what to say now. They were practically melting just by holding hands with someone. Neither of them were exactly the best at relationship type of stuff...but it wouldn't hurt trying.

"Yours are freezing..." 007n7 replied, lightly squeezing Izzy's hand. They squeezed his hand in return, their face heating up with every second that passed.

"Do you want to stop..? I-Im sorry I should have-" Izzy let's go of 007n7's hand, sitting up a little, figuring the others would need their help with dealing with the killer.

"Oh, no, I didn't mind at all...maybe we can do it again...during break?" 007n7 sat up a little as well, offering for the two to hang out by themselves after this match. It would be a little bit more calming than doing something like this while a killer wad on the loose.

"Yeah...sounds good to me. Try not to die, please." Izzy then leaves the room, still holding their gun and looking for c00lkidd to shoot at him again. They knew it was awful for them to shoot a kid, but something had happened to that kid to where he wasn't himself anymore.

Just like what happened to Dance_221.

Izzy meets some of the others, that being Chance, Noob, Builderma, and Guest, and then checks the time. They still had a while, but not too much longer until it was over. "Where's the kid?" Izzy asked, only getting "I don't know know"s and shrugs as a reply. Real helpful...

The group hears c00lkidd giggling from somewhere, and then Izzy lands to the ground with a loud CRACK sound from their back. A brick had been thrown and badly damaged their back, but thankfully not breaking it.

Everyone else either got ready to fight, or ran off to hide. Izzy laid on the ground, struggling to move. The brick had been launched at them hard, and definitely did some damage.

Just a little longer, they wod remind themselves. No matter how often the fall, they always got back up.

Izzy slowly gets back up, forcing themselves to ignore the pain in their back, and they aim the gun at c00lkidd and fire, hitting him and stunning him. They then collapse back to the ground, exhausted, too sore to move.

The others had gone off to find something to help with Izzy's back despite their efforts to pretend that they were okay.

Not much longer...

After what felt like forever, the match was finally over.

Izzy goes inside, makes a beeline for upstairs, and sits down in a beanbag, removing their vest and hat before yawning and stretching.

They could really use a nap after what had just happened.

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Many matches later, and Izzy was starting to lose themselves a little. They knew they could take get out of the cycle, but the idea of then possibly dying over and over and over again...it was eating them away. The only thing that was keeping them sane at this point were the survivors constantly checking up on them.

Right now it's just 007n7 and Izzy, hanging out nearby the beach, embracing the moment and finding peace. The waves crashing against the shore was calming to listen to, and the sky was an painted with pinks and oranges from the sun setting in the horizon.

Izzy is sitting down on the dock, looking at their reflection in the water while 007n7 stood nearby, making sure they didn't accidentally slip and fall in. The whole scene was peaceful; just like in a movie. 007n7 eventually sits down next to Izzy, subtly offering his hand for them to hold. It took them a moment to get the hint, and they hold his hand, smiling a little. Even though neither of them were used to anyone touching them like this, it felt...nice. Sometimes one of them would flinch whenever being hugged or something similar, but they each understood why they reacted like that.

"...you really like holding my hand, dontcha?" Izzy lightly teased, giving his hand a little squeeze to show that they were only joking.

"O-Oh.. I can let go if you'd like..." 007n7 muttered, not catching the hint about it being a joke.

"Oh, no, no, it's alright...I was only kidding...I'm sorry." Izzy quickly apologized, but their grip on 007n7's hand was loose enough to where he can easily let go at any time if he felt uncomfortable.

"O-Oh...sorry..."

The two sit in an awkward silence, just holding hands and staring at the sunset. Izzy really hated how quiet it was...but it was also somewhat nice that it was quiet. No distractions from the others...

But there was one thing that was bothering Izzy.

Ever since 007n7 let them feel his heartbeat all those matches ago, they've started to develop feelings for him, against all odds of them even being able to be in love. But he just seemed perfect. He was always on their mind. That's why everything they had been doing was to keep him safe. To earn his trust and hopefully be able to get the courage to say their feelings.

Izzy takes a deep breath, and turns their body a little bit towards 007n7, carefully using their free hand to guide his head to where he was looking at them in the eyes.

"Seven...I need to be honest...I've..." Their voice trails off, suddenly losing their train of thought. So they just sit there, all red faced and quiet. 007n7 smiled, silently letting them know it was alright for them to take all the time they needed.

"I-...uh...fuck, I can't think...I'm sorry..."

Izzy lets go of 007n7 entirely, hiding their face with their hands, regretting everything they had just done. 007n7 gently puts his hand on their shoulder, seemingly catching on to what Izzy had been trying to say.

"You like me, don't you?" He questioned, still keeping that smile on his face. God, he looked so cute smiling...

"N-No...I don't like you..." Izzy started, putting their hand in his cheek and sighed, struggling to get the words out. "I-...I love you.."

Their heart was pounding like a drum, and their stomach was in knots. They were so relieved that they had admitted their feelings that they could puke. They didn't, thankfully.

"I- I understand if you don't feel the same way, Seven...I just wanted to get it off my chest before-"

007n7 leans in, pressing his lips against Izzy's, inviting them into a simple, yet passionate kiss. Izzy happily accepts, closing their eyes and having both hands on his cheeks while 007n7's hands rested on their waist. Neither one of them had any idea what they were doing, but it was still pretty romantic.

Izzy was practically melting into the kiss, not wanting it to end any time soon. They slowly trail their hands down to his shoulders, their entire body burning up from embarrassment. After a moment, they two break apart, each of them just as embarrassed as the other.

"...I'm sorry, I should have asked-" 007n7 began to apologize, only to be interrupted by a kiss on the cheek.

"It's alright. I didn't mind, Seven." Izzy smiled, their blush dying down just enough to where they didn't feel like they were having a heat stroke anymore. "If you want...I don't mind having another one..." They offer, showering him with kisses all over his face, waiting for him to make a move and kiss them on the lips again. And he does just that.

It wad such a sweet moment, the two innocently kissing under the sunset, having some time to themselves without anyone bothering them.

They let go again, 007n7 leaning back in his spot while Izzy somewhat laid on top of him, listening to his heartbeat. He takes their hat off their head, running his fingers through their hair with his other hand, making them get goosebumps down their spine.

"Does this mean...we're dating now?" Izzy looked up at 007n7, enjoying the moment. 007n7 looks back at them, giving them a quick grin before responding.

"I dunno...Do you want us to be?"

Izzy nodded, kicking their feet a little bit to express the pure joy they were feeling. 007n7 noticed this and chuckled a small bit, finding Izzy's movements adorable. "Happy?" He asked, hugging them a little bit closer. Izzy nodded in response, the feeling of his hand in their hand slowly lulling them to sleep. There was a fair amount of time until the next match, so if Izzy wanted to take a nap they had plenty of time to do so.

"Tired?" 007n7 asked, changing his position a little bit so both of them were comfortable. Izzy yawns quietly, but didn't want to admit to wanting to sleep so soon.

"Just a little bit longer.. I wanna enjoy the moment before I crash..." Izzy mumbled, getting comfortable in their current position, looking up at the sky, noticing all of the stars that blanketed over the two. "Oh look, Seven.. I can see some constellations..." They point upwards, 007n7 looking up as well. "Why don't you tell me about some of them? I heard you like astronomy, hm?"

Izzy would point out every constellation they saw, explaining a little bit of history about it, as well as pointing out some planets they could find and say a fun fact or two about it. Izzy had always loved learning about the solar system, and had been rumored to be learning astronomy before being dragged here into this hellhole. It had always been a hobby of theirs: learning and taking notes about anything. Studying patterns and using it for their advantage. They've always been known for paying attention to details

Once Izzy had run out of things to talk about, they get yawn again and wrap their arms around 007n7, drifting off to sleep. 007n7 lets them rest, his hand moving from their head to their back, holding them close to his body so they wouldn't fall on accident and land in the water. They're still on the dock, after all.

A small commotion can be heard not too far away. Probably just Shedletsky and Chance talking and joking around like how they usually would at times. Elliot is usually with them, but he's probably busy making more pizzas. That's all that he seems to be doing lately anyways.

007n7 ignored the commotion, putting all of his focus on Izzy once more, letting them rest comfortably against his chest. He started to think a little bit, thinking about how the others would react if he said that he, the most hated guy there is, had managed to score Izzy, who was possibly the most chaotic yet tolerable person out of all the survivors. Some of them might say Izzy was wrong for dating him...but nothing can stop them from being with the person they loved most.

He also started to wonder what would is likely to happen during and between matches as well. Would there be more cuddling and kisses? More attention from Izzy? Only time can tell.

Even if they were a little unstable from time to time, everything about them was amazing. Their looks. Their personality. Their way with comforting survivors when they were injured during each match.

But in this moment, just simply holding their sleeping form in his arms whole he looked at the stars was just enough for him to smile.

Everything was just perfect.

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It was a rough match, and 007n7 and Izzy were beaten and scratched up by the killer. Izzy had recently picked up a medkit earlier and handed it over to 007n7, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, then ran off to search for more supplies.

"Love you, be safe, Seven!" Izzy yelled out before grabbing their gun to stun the killer.

Shedletsky, Chance, and Elliot had seen all of this go down.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Elliot exclaimed, throwing down his hat and handed Chance $20.

"Ha! Told ya they'd get together sooner or later!" Chance let our a laugh, pocketing the money before glancing at Shedletsky, holding out the palm of his hand.

"Just take the money, Chance." Shedletsky takes out a $20 bill from his pocket, giving it to Chance.

Of course they made a bet about it.

Even though it was painfully obvious 007n7 and Izzy liked each other, there was a small bet going on about them.

"Hey, Elliot, can I have some pizza?" Chance asked, reaching his hand out to grab a slice of pizza before Elliot slapped his hand away, pulling the pizza box away from his reach.

"Can I have my money back?"

"...A bet is a bet, Elliot, and you lost."

"Then you get no pizza."

"...Fuck you."