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And before Chance knew it, tomorrow had caught up to him. His alarm blared off on his bedside table, and he grumbled while lazily fluttering his eyes open. One hand reaching out to turn the alarm off from his bed. As he turned it off, his hand gripped the edge of it for a moment to get himself awake first.
He reluctantly sat up and stretched, straining his body while groaning quietly. One hand searching for his shades and placing it in his lap as he glanced around his bed. At the end of the bed sat his large black bunny, Spade. He smiled gently at the sight of her and reached out to grab her, pulling her closer to him and giving her a gentle hug along with a few pats.
"Morning Spadey..! Ready for some breakfast?" He placed soft kisses on her head before putting her aside and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He took the...chance (no pun intended) to just sit there and get his body more awake and alive for the day. Once he was ready, his bare feet hit the soft, carpeted floor, and he began getting his clothes ready for the day.
Chance lived in a very wealthy home, so that meant he lived in a mansion his whole life. His legs carried him down the stairs and into the kitchen, reaching towards a cabinet in the wall and pulling out some pellets and other food that bunnies usually eat. Spade had followed him on the way, patiently waiting by her bowl as he grabbed out her food. He turned to her direction and smiled at the sight of her just patiently sitting there and waiting for him.
Chance was glad his parents got him a Spade; he had always liked bunnies growing up, thinking they were cute, soft, and quite funny when upset. And the look on his face when he had gotten Spade for his 10th birthday was priceless to his parents. His gaze turned to a family photo they had sitting up on the wall.
It was Chance when he was on his 10th birthday, the day he got Spade. He was holding her up with his small arms, her black fur swallowing them and leaving only his hands that linked together visible at the front, which made it obvious how hard it was for him to carry her. I mean, she's a literal giant rabbit! Of course, it was gonna be tough for him. He had a big, goofy smile on his face with his golden eyes shimmering with excitement, one of his teeth missing, and his medium-length hair tied up in a lazy bun, strands sticking out from it.
His smile and gaze softened at the memory, finally turning back to Spade and her bowl and giving her food. Chance put Spade's food back into the cabinet and started making himself some breakfast, just some simple cereal to start off the day. One that was made, he made his way to the couch and carefully flopped onto it. Kicking his legs over on the coffee table and crossing them at the ankles.
Chance reached out for the remote and began watching some basic TV shows while eating his breakfast. As Chance finished the last bit of his cereal, he shut off the TV and began getting himself dressed and ready for the day.
He cleaned his bowl and placed it on the drying rack, then dashed back upstairs to grab his clothes. He walked into the bathroom and placed the clothes aside on some shelves, stripping off and hopping into the shower. He knew he didn't need to do a lot for today, but..Why not look and smell good while playing Russian Roulette?
He cleaned and washed his hair, getting out of the shower and drying himself off and getting into his iconic suit and tie, then began to dry his hair. Chance rubbed it with a towel, then blow-dried it until it was dry enough. It took him a while, as his hair was pretty thick...And with having long, thick hair? It was an absolute pain in the ass to dry.
But, in the end, he managed to get himself all good-looking despite the small aching in his back. He left the bathroom and grabbed his fedora and phone. He quickly slipped his shades on and began texting Itrapped.
– "omw over to the casino see u there!"
He hit send and placed his fedora over his head and his phone into his pocket. Chance left the mansion and got into his car, driving to his parents' casino.
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Itrapped was waiting outside, holding a can of Bloxy Cola and lighting up a cigarette that was in his mouth. He was lost in his thoughts, thinking about what to do after Chance was dead from playing Russian Roulette. How easy it'd be for him to access the banland key after he was dead. How-
"Eyy! Honey!" Itrapped's thoughts were interrupted by Chance calling out to him, his head instantly snapped towards Chance with slightly widened eyes before relaxing at the sight of him. That's right. He had to deal with him before they actually got to playing the games. "Good morning, Chance." He nodded at him, signalling his Bloxy Cola towards the gambler in case he wanted a drink.
Chance's interest in the sight of the drink sparked, he rushed closer and took hold of it, taking a sip of the drink and handing it back to him. "You're oddly..Dressed nice for a game that puts your life on the line." Itrapped huffed as he eyed Chance up and down. He inhaled for a moment before his eyes locked onto Chance's face. "Smell nice too."
"Well.. If I die tonight, might as well make it look pretty!" He struck an exaggerated pose while lowering his shades to give Itrapped a wink. Itrapped chuckled at his exaggeration, though deeply, he knew he found him annoying and couldn't care less about him.
"Fair enough then," Itrapped pushed himself off the wall and began walking inside the casino. "Let's do a couple of games before we start the real fun, aye?" Itrapped tossed his head to the side to gaze at Chance behind him, a playful smile across his face.
Chance shivered at the sight. He couldn't deny it, but he felt his face warm up a bit at the sight of Itrapped looking at him like that, fuck, he looked... No- Stop, get it together, this isn't the time to be drooling over your partner. "Yeah! Good idea, love." He quickly caught up beside him and wrapped an arm around his neck, and leaned a bit against him.
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Chance, Itrapped and a few other people were sitting in a dimly lit room, very janky and quite gross, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the gun that sat in the middle of the table in the small room. Chance could already feel the adrenaline and fear running through his body like a race track. Itrapped stood behind Chance, leaning down so his warm breath tickled against his ear. "May luck be on your side.~" Itrapped whispered, running his hands gently from his shoulders down to his chest before sliding them away and moving into a corner of the room, staring and watching Chance closely.
And thus, the round had begun. One by one, each unlucky player either flung back or forward against the table and floor. Blood was pooling everywhere and splattered across his clothing. As the last shot went off, his body trembled slightly, but he kept his smirk on his face, gazing up at Itrapped from the seat and laughing nervously.
"A-Aha..Guess I got lucky today." His tone betrayed his looks; it was slightly shaken up and clearly traumatised in a way, but Chance refused to break his poker face. Itrapped's eyes narrowed directly at him, a tad bit pissed at the fact that he wasn't dead already, but he brushed passed it, thinking that if he did a few more rounds, Chance would be gone for good.
"How about a few more rounds? Would you like that, dear?" Itrapped spoke up quietly, walking towards him and stepping over the freshly deceased bodies on the ground. Leaning close to Chance's face to be at eye level.
Itrapped's tone made Chance shiver slightly; the low, promising-sounding tone rather comforted him in a way, he wasn't sure why or how it did, but something about it made him trust Itrapped even more. And without even noticing or thinking about it, he already nodded at his request. As if his body was going off autopilot.
"Yeah..Sure." He replied, adjusting himself on the seat. "Maybe a few drinks first, though, yeah?" He asked, hoping a few colas or alcohol could help him.
After a few drinks, Chance was 100% feeling more confident and cocky about the rounds, and clearly, he was. Every time he had won, he'd either laugh out loud or ask if the other player would like him to do the honours and kill them off himself. And with each round, Itrapped would grow more irritated by his luck, quietly growling after hearing the gun go off at a different player.
Once they decided to do one final round for the night, Itrapped had had enough. He was going to get rid of Chance one way or another, and he was going to make sure he was dead. Either now or later. The two walked out of the room, Chance's clothes stained with blood splatters, dried and fresh. He was feeling really cocky and smug at the fact that he had won so many rounds, a hand running through his now messy hair as he rambled about the games.
"And the look on that guy's face when I asked him if I could do it for him? Hah! Priceless, honestly!" Chance exclaimed, laughing to himself while walking out of the building and into the cold night, turning around to face Itrapped. "I was honestly scared the first round, but after those drinks, they DEFINITELY helped me notice the adrenaline that was going through me. Christ, I've never been so addicted to the feeling in SO long!"
Chance gazed at Itrapped with a large smile across his face, taking in the tense and frustrated details in his face and body movement. His smile faltered into a slight smirk, then a small smirk. "Itrapped..? You okay?" He asked, tone less loud and obnoxious than before.
"Shut up." Itrapped snarled, hands clenching into fists.
"What?" Chance muttered.
"Just. Shut up." He glared up at Chance, eyes narrowing sharply at him while stepping closer. A dark aura and warping formed around his hand.
"W-Woah, Itrapped..What's going on??" Chance started to feel panicked, watching whatever it was forming into Itrapped's grasp.
"I'm..Sick and tired of you." He growled, the DarkHeart appearing in Itrapped's hand, clutching tightly to the point his knuckles went a pale yellow colour.
"W-Wait!–" Chance exclaimed, but it was too late for him to protest.
Itrapped lunged towards him, and a sharp, agonising pierce ran through Chance's body directly from his eyes and throughout his head as the DarkHeart made contact with him.