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Chance was all too familiar with leeches. They remembered vividly how ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ clung to him wherever he went, his sweet words and tricks, all just a facade hiding a leech draining his money and wealth and finally, the key to the Banlands.
Things should be different with Elliot. Well, also in general, since they were now trapped in the dimension known as “Forsaken”, endlessly respawning in some pointless games purely for the entertainment of the Spectre.
Anyway, back to Elliot. In this place, all of Chance's treasures were distant and had no purpose, so it was probably the last thing the pizza delivery guy was interested in. He stayed with Chance, no matter how many times his gun exploded, how often they missed a shot.
The gambler could never express his gratitude to the other. The only thing he could to was stun the killer when they were targeting Elliot (an all too common occurrence).
Why was he so concerned?
Elliot wore his hair in the same low ponytail as ▇T▇▇▇▇▇▇, the color was almost spot on as well! It just felt like he was being haunted.
He comforted himself with the fact that the two were different in every other aspect possible and that he was smart enough to differentiate them, but it just felt like an excuse.
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Elliot opened the medkit handed to him by Builderman. He'd just narrowly escaped being targeted by the killer after healing Chance from an explosion of his flintlock thanks to Shedletsky and Guest1337.
He leaned against a cold metal wall, hoping it would hide him from the killer. The current killer in the round was c00lkid, who luckily had no ability to look through walls, so the tall metal sheet helped him to hide. He took out bandages and started wrapping them. Halfway through the healing process, he noticed someone walking around the corner of the wall and jumped back, expecting the demonic ten year-old to torment him again.
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Chance took his hands out of his pockets and waved them around, trying to calm the other down.
“Hey, look, you're good, dude, I'm not c00lkidd!” they said, leaving awkward breaks, searching for the words.
Elliot took a breath. “Phew. I guess you won't disturb my healing, ‘dude’.” His pronunciation of ‘dude’ was off, as if he didn't know what other nickname to use.
“Anyway, I wanted to thank you for healing me earlier!” Chance said, not really looking into Elliot's eyes under their shades. Was that enough to thank him? He didn't want to seem ungrateful but also he did not want to overreact.
An unbearable and awkward silence fell upon them both, not really knowing how to continue or if to split up again.
Before they had time to make a proper decision, a voice boomed in the distance. “CORRUPT NATURE!” and pretty soon a boulder banged against the metal wall, the noise of the collision ringing in Chance's ears. Yep, that sounded like that hyper red kid.
If his flintlock hadn't exploded on him earlier, he would've been able to fire a shot. But here he was now, weaponless, with full stamina, just waiting for the killer to show up. Nope, he wasn't dealing with his.
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Elliot was pretty much back on full HP, he had a feeling he was gonna get targeted again. Chance was running off, that sealed it. They had like what, 40 seconds remaining? He could distract at least that much. He still had a Rush Hour left from healing Chance and could use that.
There came c00lkidd with some other pizza delivery guys (why did they have so similar uniforms to him), rushing towards him. He was balancing his stamina, hoping he could outrun the little boy, saving up his abilities for later.
The pizza boy did his best, dodging boulders, punches, tackles and more, hoping to bide time until the round would finally end. 30 seconds left, he could hear the clock ticking down. He couldn't afford to mess up, not right now!
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Chance had scurried off to the other side of the map after that Corrupt nature attack. Now, on second thought, they felt like a fucking idiot. Why in the world did he run away when Elliot was the one being targeted all the time? He just left his crush to be hunted down by some demon toddler creature instead of offering any help at all!
They needed to focus on what was going on right now. Next to more metal plate walls, 007n7 and Shedletsky were talking, their stances indicated they were wounded. As much as Chance would've loved to grab 7n7, shake him and yell at him to get his son under control, he wanted to keep up his poker face.
Soon, more survivors joined them, since all generators were done, there wasn't really anything to do. The newcomers were Guest1337 and was that ▇T▇▇▇▇e▇?! Chance felt his heart stop for a solid second before he noticed it was just Noob. He definitely felt cursed, seeing his face in everything.
The gambler eventually spoke up. “Guest, your health is relatively high, you could go and help Elliot!”
The war veteran just raised an eyebrow. “There are like 10 seconds left, I doubt I'll find him in that timespan.”
Eventually, everyone fell into silence again.
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Elliot felt a pain stinging in his sides.
5…4…3…2…1!
He did it. There was a weirdly tingling sensation in his body as he was teleported back into his cabin. It was weird the first few times, but he was slowly getting used to it.
As he looked around, he saw that his cabinmates were back as well, Chance and Two Time. Even in a death defying prison dimension the Spectre was cutting costs, truly astonishing.
As usual, Two Time snuck off without a word after a few minutes, they only really went in the cabin to sleep at night. Not that Elliot minded and he was sure Chance didn't either, everyone was a little weirded out by the cultist.
He was alone with the gambler now.
“Heyy.” Chance broke the silence, Elliot guessed he wanted to talk about the events of the match.
Elliot gave him a nod, encouraging him to continue.
Chance took a breath in. “I'm sorry for running away when c00lkidd attacked you.”
This made Elliot raise an eyebrow. “I thought you had weakness from your coin flips or something?” At least that had been his guess.
“Ah- yeah, that was it.” Chance corrected himself, adjusting his shades. “Yeah, still felt like a jerk ‘bout that.”
“It’s alright, not like you had many options.” Elliot gave him a reassuring smile. He couldn't help but notice how the gambler was always looking for some opportunity to chat with him, he didn't want to read into the others' actions too much.
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Chance had left the wooden cabin on Elliot's request, since the other man wanted to rest after running around so much. He knew it probably wasn't meant to offend him, yet it still felt like a stab to their heart. Was he trying too hard?
In the past, he was able to charm pretty much anybody while maintaining a cool attitude, why can't he just do that now?! Why was he suddenly so unable to man up and tell Elliot?
They really didn't know.
After mindlessly strolling around for who knows how long, he arrived at an extinguished campfire next to the woods. He sat down on the log with the least moss on it, he didn't want his nice pants to get stained.
He felt a hand on their shoulder.