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Chance had always considered himself a straight man.
From the day he was born to the day he died, Chance had only ever really experienced attraction towards women. Not that he was homophobic or anything, but that's just how he had always felt.
As the survivors loaded into the map, Chance couldn’t help but be drawn to a set of pastel purple hair. While it was normal for him and the others to equip skins, nobody that he knew of owned a skin with purple hair. Chance tried not to dwell on it, as there were greater problems to focus on. And yet he couldn’t help but wonder whose set of hair that belonged to.
Later in the round, Chance found himself clutching his side as he desperately ran from the killer. Each hurried step he took felt as if daggers were repeatedly piercing him on his hip.
Taking a glance at his stamina, Chance knew he was screwed. It was nearly at zero, and his gun wasn’t loaded. Once his stamina hit zero, he braced for impact, and yet it never came. Chance opened his eyes to see a set of pastel purple hair in front of him. Whoever they were seemed to have stunned the killer giving him time to run away and heal.
However, Chance had not processed this in time and just kind of stood there. Enchanted by the seemingly glowing set of hair in front of him. It wasn’t until they grabbed his wrist and dragged him away running did he realized that it was Shedletsky.
Except it wasn’t, not entirely. He wasn’t wearing his usual attire, or any skins Chance could recognize. It seemed to have been a new skin the specter seems to have provided to him. He was wearing a Meepcity shirt, some shorts, and a pair of black sandals. It was certainly a change in look.
As they ran further and further away, Chance finally mustered up the courage to ask the man a question, “So.. new skin huh?” This question prompted a laugh from Shedletsky, “Yeah I guess you could say that.”
The two slowly came to a stop, letting their stamina bars recharge before uttering another word. “You know.. I think it’s quite brave of you to indulge in dressing in drag.” Chance joked as he studied Shedletsky’s attire closely. Shedletsky laughed and softly punched Chance on the shoulder before replying, “Figured I’d change it up, been a while since anyone wore any good outfits.” Upon hearing this Chance let out an exaggerated gasp and placed a hand on his chest, acting offended. “Why how dare you! I ALWAYS wear the greatest and goodest outfits!” “Yeah.. sure man” The avian joked. “Anyways… I gotta go help out Elliot and the others, you stay here and heal up. That wound looks pretty deep.” And with that, Shedletsky handed him a med kit and left.
Chance couldn’t help but stare as Shedletsky walked away. It was the first time he’d seen Shedletsky dressed so.. feminine. I mean, he had dressed femininely before, but it was when he’d dress as Brighteyes. His wife. So Chance tended to look the other way, it felt wrong staring at Shedletsky when in that state. Everybody knew how smitten Shedletsky 𝗐̶𝖺̶𝗌̶ is over his wife. You’d think after so much time had passed since they’d been forsakened he’d have gotten somewhat over her, and yet that didn’t seem to be the case.
Shedletsky was an attractive man, Chance could admit that. Yet, seeing him dressed like a woman, changed things in a way. Remember, Chance is a STRAIGHT MALE, the straightest of all time. So to think of his male friend in such a way was unheard of. Sure, said male friend was actively dressed as a female, but still. It made Chance take things into consideration. Was he gay now??? That couldn’t be the case right? Shedletsky was dressed as a girl, therefore, Chance was only attracted to the girl version of Shedletsky. Right??
The end of the match approached and Chance was finally able to snap out of whatever weird trance he had been stuck in. He was currently still on 25% HP and by taking a quick glance as to who was still alive and whatnot, he determined that while Shedletsky and the other sentinels managed to protect Elliot, Dusekkar seemed to have died. Chance quickly healed up and rushed over to where the other survivors were. There were only 30 more seconds on the clock and Chance hadn’t fired any (successful) shots this entire match. He HAD to redeem himself. Chance charged up his gun, he aimed, he waited, and he missed.. HE MISSED. Time seemed to have frozen the way everybody, including the killer, stopped what they were doing to stare at Chance. Three seconds went by, and hooray the round was over!
As they all loaded into the lobby, Chance couldn’t help but notice Shedletsky was back to his regular attire. No more pastel purple hair, no more meepcity shirt, no more shorts, no more feminine Shedletsky. “So Shed, pretty cool skin you had on back there.” Elliot joked, “Honestly, I didn’t even realize it was you until you spoke!” “Was I really THAT gorgeous?” Shedletsky laughed, batting his eyelashes. The rest of the survivors continued to mess around and poke fun at Shedletsky’s outfit. Yet Chance couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of disappointment. The realization hit him, hard. He’d never see that ‘girl’ again, Shedletsky had done it as a gag.
Very few times had Chance ever caught himself being vulnerable around the others. Today was a close call. As they all continued to joke, Chance was able to slip away to the bathroom where he proceeded to lock the door and splash his face with water, hoping the cold sensation would slap him out of whatever episode he was having. I mean cmon, was he really about to have a gay panic over SHEDLETSKY dressing as a girl??? He was better than this. It was simply just Chance admiring another mans beauty. There was nothing wrong with that, therefore, it was completely normal for Chance to feel this way.
Once calmed down, Chance exited the bathroom. Everyone seemed to have wandered off and only Shedletsky remained in the living room. Wow, just his luck. Chance walked over to the sofa and took a seat next to Shedletsky. The brunette payed no mind and continued to just sit there, staring at the campfire. It wasn’t the first time the two had done this. While they weren’t the closest friends here, that would be Shedletsky and Builderman, they both shared a mutual respect of sorts? Chance and Shedletsky could be described as “comedic relief.” This brought them together a lot as they could both take a joke and understand when it was time to lock in.
And as they both sat there, Chance couldn’t help but let the thought of Shedletsky dressed femininely consume him. Chance has to pretend it doesn’t make him feel lighter.