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If he doesn’t get his shit together, he’ll get slaughtered by that damn demon kid in five seconds.
It was yet another “night” in forsaken, which meant another round of torture and fatigue from running away from the killer while helping others to survive, but today in particular didn’t seems to be the gambler’s day. His flimsy gun kept on exploding in his face causing them to accidentally inhale a bit of the gun powder (which obviously isn’t a good thing) and they also kept tripping over random small objects mid chase, causing them to have many close calls from death. Was Lady Luck in a bad mood or was he too flustered and head over heels for a certain soldier?
Chance had been acting like a lovestruck high-schooler ever since he got to know the handsome, charismatic, strong, warm hearted man that is known as Guest 1337. Despite his cold face and eyes that were sharp enough to pierce through flesh, he was a kind man that was always helping others. He would never even damn hurt a fly. He was a man that met every quality one would consider a gentleman.
Chance was in love, there’s no denying that.
As Chance was flipping his coin while his mind was filled with thoughts about the veteran, a flying giant piece of brick flew a little too close to their head, causing them to take some damage.
Great. He deeply regretted his decision of standing there like an idiot instead of finding a medkit or Elliot—well speaking of Elliot… it seems like the delivery boy is now dead… Unfortunately, they had to witness that with their bare eyes. He should probably take this as a sign to run before they become c00lkid’s next victim.
Chance soon started to sprint as his head buried deeper in that fedora of his, in an attempt to hide their face to avoid getting spot from afar but it seems like the kid had 20/20 vision or something cause seconds later, he lunged at high speed and straight to the gambler’s direction with walk speed overdrive.
Chance’s reaction time seemed to weaken today which caused the gambler to get hit while the hot blazing burning effect from the overdrive stung like daggers.
Shit, if he doesn't find anybody to help him, he’ll be dead meat.
Chance quickly fled from c00lkid as they tried to find the two last sentinels that were alive, Two time and Guest to help them buy some time to heal from the damage.
It looked like Lady Luck was in a good mood because Chance eventually found Guest and from a far distance, they could see Two time distracting the killer.
Maybe she felt bad for him for once.
“Chance, just what have you gotten into this time?” The soldier sighed in frustration. He wasn’t angry, just concerned and worried. He knows the gambler is selfless like him, the only difference between the two is they were two different types of selfless individuals.
“Heh.. nothing special, Lady Luck seems to have a bad day today”
“Let’s get you to safety, I have a medkit on me—being out here isn’t safe” Guest said, grabbing their wrist and quickly dragged them to the supplies garage.
“Two time, I’m counting on you” Guest muttered to himself.
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“Here, do you need help with tending your wounds?”
“Nah man, I’m good. Thanks for the medkit”
“Anytime”
Chance opened the medkit and started to take care of the wounds. Now that he had a medkit, he should be alright for the rest of the rounds. Shouldn’t Guest maybe go and check on Two time? They had been distracting that kid for at least a minute or two.
As the gambler finished wrapping the last of their burn marks—Guest suddenly pinned him to the rough brick walls, their faces were inches away from touching each other. Chance could just lean in a bit closer and their lips would’ve touched but he chose not to.
“W-What are you d-doing…?” Chance stuttered, blood quickly rose to their face and his body began to warm up. God this was so embarrassing… at least their red star shaped sunglasses blended well with the blush on their face—making it harder for the veteran to notice.
“I saw Two time lost track of the killer, he could come at any moment, just wanted to protect you… that’s all..” Guest muttered as a hint of dusted pink blush was visible on his pale skin.
The soldier then leaned even closer (did he need to get that close?) and the two were breaths away from touching lips. Guest’s eyes wandered outside the supply garage before murmuring something to Chance.
“I’ll go check on Two time, don’t get yourself killed, alright? There’s only a couple seconds left of the round”
He then closed the gap between him and the gambler as he gave them a quick peck on the lips. Chance’s mind went blank.
Despite the fact that the kiss only lasted a short second, those seconds felt like heaven for them. The soldier’s lips were soft and a bit rough from the scar on his lips. The gambler liked that sensation from the scar.
“…if you want more, we can do it after the rounds are over” Guest quickly said in a low tone, blush still visible on his face, his eyes looking at anything but Chance. He quickly left the garage to go search for Two time. Leaving Chance absolutely awestruck as they tried to process the moment that occurred a few seconds ago.
Did his feelings just get reciprocated?
A few moments later, he, Two time and Guest spawned at the wooden table as the message ‘survivors wins’ popped up, announcing to the others in the lobby that the round was over.
Elliot soon made his way over and inspected them.
“Chance, are you okay? I saw you were badly injured but I couldn’t make it in time, and um, why are you so red?”
“You don’t need to worry about me, you should’ve put yourself first before helping anyone else and uh I just um.. ran a lot! Y-yeah.. ran a lot… that’s why my face is all red mhm…” Chance scratched their head as they quickly came up with an excuse.
Yeah, he owes Elliot an explanation eventually but the delivery boy can wait for a bit. Chance now had other matters at hands with the veteran.