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Chance was a wealthy man, i mean he was born into wealth, and soon took over his father's casino, of course owning a casino can make you run into not so good people, addicts, gang members, etc. Chance met a man named iTrapped, a man taller than him, medium length hair in a pony tail and a blue cardigan over a white button up, and a shiny blue crown. to Chance this man was a friend, a comrade, a partner. but to iTrapped the casino owner born into wealth was a target, a person to get money from, a man to manipulate and take from.
they soon grew close to one another according to Chance, finally a best friend that doesn't care for money, a partner that loves him all the same, he would take the taller on dates, buy him jewlery and everything he wanted, treasure him and make sure he felt all the love Chance could give.
one day iTrapped invited Chance out to an event, a game of russian roulette, to most this would be crazy to even think of doing with your own partner, but to Chance it's just a fun game. iTrapped gave him a date and a place to go, Chance got ready, wearing his red suit with a fur collar, a red fedora with cards and flowers on it, getting dressed up for this event.
Chance arrived at the place and se iTrapped, they greeted each other and walked into the building. iTrapped looked at Chance- "why are you wearing that?" he questioned the shorter man. Chance replied "must look my best, even in death" they smiled as they answered, anticipating his own death, no one's ever so lucky to survive every game of russian roulette. iTrapped shrugged and kept walking, they arrived to the room and all there was was a round table in a dark room, a light above the table and a gun in the middle, Chance looked around and saw one other person there, a friend of iTrapped's.
they all greeted each other and got settled in a chair each. Chance was all smiles and kept chatting, saying anything and everything, in reality he was nervous, he always is when playing russian roulette, there isnt a garantee of survival obviously.
then the game started, they spun the gun, it points at one of them, point it at their head, then shoot. it went on then iTrapped's friend went. pointed the gun at his head, and shot. though this time there was s gunshot, one second hes breathing, another he's on the ground bleeding from his head. not breathing, completely dead. iTrapped wasn't sad, he wasn't happy either. he was angry, angry Chance wasnt the one on the ground dead, he got up and grabbed the sword he keeps on himself.
Chance was confused, why was he angry? why was he coming towards him with his sword? he got up and backed away from his partner, iTrapped sped up his walking and grabbed Chance'd shoulder to keep hm still, and plunged the sword straight into Chance's abdomen up at an angle that it went under his ribcage and reached his heart, peircing it.
Chance was in a new area now. his eyes wide in shock at what just happened, his breathing heavy as his whole body practically shook. he looked around the room, a -what seemed to be- wooden cabin with a couch and a few cushioned chairs and a warm fireplace. no one was there, just Chance. alone with himself, his thoughts, specifically what had just happened.