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Another round has started, Chance didn't pay much attention to who was the killer this time, can't possibly matter that much right?
He flipped his coin while mindlessly walking around the map, unconsciously following Elliot.
The latter didn't appreciate that, but Chance was too busy fiddling with his coin.
Due to the gambler's negligence, they were being quite noisy. Seemingly being very unlucky this round, not only he kept getting tails, he could barely catch his coin properly! How embarrassing!
And obviously, for the times they couldn't catch their coin, it'd hit the ground with a, in Chance's opinion, 'quiet' clank. And everytime that happened, Elliot got startled and his anxiety sparked up. How did they not attract the killer yet! Chance was so loud!
After being stuck with that slot machine addict trailing behind him, he just couldn't keep up with it anymore, and decided to as politely as possible, tell him off.
"Could you.. stop following me? You're incredibly noisy- I dont want you to get the killer's attention. "
Chance didn't put up a fight, simply turning on his heels and walking away, still having his god forsaken coin stuck in his hand.
A new round had started minutes ago, you were roaming around, searching for any robloxian- and damn,
You were either terrible at your job,
Or these guys took hide and seek lessons.
Finally you spot someone, a survivor with yellow skin and accessories so bright and colorful you weren't sure how you hadn't spotted her yet.
Well right now that doesn't matter, they were focusing on fixing a generator.
Perfect
With your weapon in your hands, you approached him silently before violently striking her, they barely had time to react or flee as in a few swings, he was dead.
You stared fiercely at your kill, yet you rapidly went back to hunting those innocents people, couldn't risk wasting time.
Right?
"Can't you be any more useful.?"
007n7 sighed, he was completing a generator whilst Chance was simply looming over him, not in any way trying to be helpful.
Yet n7 was too tired to argue about it.
Chance smirked, he found pleasure in lightheartedly annoying his fellow survivors, even when it was involuntarily.
They continued to flip their coin.
Tail.
Tail.
Tail.
Tail.
Tail- and gosh- how could they possibly be so unlucky!
He sighed, finally putting away his coin and walking away from the man, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
They continue walking around, refusing to participate in any of the tasks.
He was starting to get a bit curious, who could the killer possibly be? He hadn't seen them once!
He decided to try finding them, flicking his coin once again, praying this time he'll manage to get a heads.
You continued your massacre, chasing after another innocent robloxian, and in one swing of your weapon- boom they fell to the ground, head nearly split in two. Good aim!
You passively kicked the corpse (how disrespectful!) and went right back to your search for victims.
Then- in the corner of your eye..
You see a person fully dressed in black, wearing and elegant fedora decorated with a casino chip. And their suit had more small accents of red and white.
And then- you met their face, instantly recognizing that smirk.
Chance.
You were unaware until now he had done any changes to his outfit, if it weren't for his stupid smile you would've never guessed it was him- that was surprisingly a huge glow up, despite only adding a few charms here and there.
And holy shit he looked hot.
Not that he wasn't already hot before but damn, that was unexpected.
Chance looked around themselves and noticed you staring at them.
He at first didn't realize it was you and felt a little freaked out, his chances of dying being high.
But after the killer not making any moves, he rapidly realized it was you, significantly calming down.
He looked behind him, in case your focus wasn't directed toward him, but no you truly were just staring.
He couldn't blame you- who wouldn't want to stare at such an attractive man- or uh.. enby.
Yet whilst he was lost in thoughts, he too was frozen staring at you, and when that realization hit, he decided to simply walk up to you. Like you were just another survivor.
"Hey, what's up with the staring, see anything you like?"
It took you a second to realize he was RIGHT HERE addressing YOU. How did you manage to zone out that hard?
"Ergghehgahhgg--- What..? Oh um no.. no I'm just.. admiring your suit...?"
You said, it wasn't false, but even you didn't believe that somehow.
"Oh you.. hadn't noticed before? I'm surprised my beauty didn't instantly catch your eyes."
You rolled your eyes jokingly at his sentence, still cracking a smile.
You both enjoyed each other's presence, which would've been fine if only you were a survivor- or if they were a killer.
Yet in this world you're bound to be enemies.
But that wasn't going to stop your yearning, or their obvious crush they too had on you.
You both knew about each other's feelings,
But nothing official was spoken.
Just quiet acknowledgment.
It didn't feel like enough to Chance.
He just wished you two could be more open about this.
They didn't try to hide their feelings from the others, most of them already knew anyways so what was the point of being quiet about it?
You leaned closer and picked him up, you weren't this huge beast, only a bit taller and larger than the average robloxian, yet that didn't mean you weren't abnormally strong.
With all that chasing and killing robloxians, you were pretty fit.
"Heh, finally taking the gamble to show affection during a round?"
You grumbled under your breath, squeezing them flush against yourself.
They looked up to be with you face to face, staring with that same usual shit eating grin.
He lifted his hand, letting it freely run against the side of your face, then in the blink of an eye cupping your cheek and pulling your forward, your lips brutally crashing into theirs.
Yet despite such a rough start, you nearly instantly melted into him, turning a simple kiss into something much more tender.
After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, you pulled away from them, lovingly staring at them.
Or well, that was until you heard soft rustling behind you, your head instantly snapping to stare at where the noise was coming from.
Yes, most survivors knew about you and the gambler's little love life (and they honestly didnt care as you and chance spending the round together meant higher chances of survival, a free win!) but getting caught making out would've been quite embarrassing.
And behind the two of you, stood Elliot, frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights. Before you could go and kill him, you felt a tug on your wrist.
Ah- right
Your boyf- Chance was still here, and you werent going to drop him just to kill a survivor, right?
Of course not. You're better than this, and so you dropped the affair and turned back to face your beloved.
And oh how beautiful they looked, not that anything changed since last time you saw them, they were just so gorgeous you couldn't help but stare at their mesmerizing form.
He was continuously waving his hand right in front of your face- how weren't you reacting!
They took a step back to ponder before deciding on a rather bold move, getting impossibly close and pressing their lips to your neck.
And the reaction was immediate.
You froze in place, all of your muscles tense, only your eyes following them, and oh how your face flushed.
It was like a show to him! Seeing you getting so worked up over such a simple action made him oddly proud of himself.
If only a kiss on the neck could put you in this state then imagine how you'd react to them doing much more to you?
He broke the distance between the two of you, smugly putting his hand on his hip and staring at you, that bastard, he knew exactly what made you go weak.
Elliot would've continued watching but he obviously knew better than to do that. If you noticed him again it was definitely over, and so he rapidly left the scene.
Chance approached you again - he kept stepping back then leaning into you and it probably looked pathetic from an outsider's view - he wanted to test the waters once again.
His steps dragged on as he pressed his torso back against yours and put his arms around your neck, and they painfully slowly leaned in to-.
And then his vision went black as his entire body felt like static, the first few time it was painful but he had grown used to that feeling. The round ended. He was getting teleported back.
He was sat at the same usual dinner table, staring into the void. Why'd it have to end now? He was only starting