Are you going to get better?

by Raddstar

Summary:

007n7's was getting increasingly vexed by Chance's small annoying habits.
Even when he had the opportunity to apologize and get his feelings off his chest, Chance decided to keep his pride intact.

Notes:

This MIGHT be out of character!

007n7 was dealing with a generator, fixing it up with Chance not too far away from him. His tail hit the floor, grumbling at the puzzle...

Chance was sitting down next to 007n7. He was charging his abilities as he flipped his poker chip. It landed on heads, a chuckle and a smirk present on his face.

007n7 thumped against the floor as he heard Chance's constant flipping. It was annoying to say the least. He finished his puzzle then decided to speak up to Chance.

"Chance, could you help me with this?" 007n7 asked, looking over his shoulder.

He tried his best not to sound irritated, but he feared it came off in his tone.

"Ah sure man, no worries."

Chance put the chip away, his smirk remaining on his face as he stood up and went next to him. He stared down at the generator, starting to tinker with it. 007n7 sighed as the infuriating sound came to a stop.

It wasn't long until they got the generator up and started. Before they were able to get out of their 007n7 heard the footsteps of Jason behind them.

The tip of 007n7’s tail began to twitch as he got in front of Chance.
He let out an 'ack' sound as the blade slashed smoothly through his torso. Chance ran away from 007n7 as he fell to the floor.

007n7's eyes widened in fear as Jason finished him off. He spawned back in the warm cabin, with a loud grunt..

Chance had all the power to sun Jason for a moment to get him out of that situation, but of course he just ran...
They felt a pang of guilt wash over him as he ran, the sound of 007n7's death cries still fresh in his mind. He knew he could have helped in some way, but the fear and self preservation kicked in.

He sat down in the corner, holding his head in his hands, the guilt eating away at him.

"Damn it... I should've at least tried to help" Chance said, his voice low and filled with self-loathing.

His hands trembled slightly, a hand combed through their hair. They knew they were a coward for just running away, but the fear and adrenaline overwhelmed him.

 

The round came to an end. Chance's only telling was the sight of the cabin in front of him, as well as the additional survivors that died previously.

He got up, catching up with the others. Most of them are exhausted from the constant rough rounds today...

Oddly even today they were assaulted by Jason being the killer multiple rounds in a row... As well, he seemed extra buffed with his abilities...

After their usual 30 second intermission, they weren't teleported. It was the end of the 'day' it seemed. Time was an odd construct here, as it was always night.

They headed up to their room, pausing once they realized that they hadn't seen 007n7 downstairs with everyone else… Chance noticed the absence of 007n7 immediately, his gut twisting in unease. He turned to the others, his expression filled with concern.

"Hey, has anyone seen 007n7? He should be here with us..." he asked, the worry evident in his voice.

Chance nodded in acknowledgment at Elliot's words, but his worry gnawed at him. It was true that 007n7 usually kept to himself, but it felt... wrong that he wasn't around with the rest of them.

"I'm sure he's in his room, you know he doesn't exactly stick around us" Elliot said, passing Chance.

"Yeah, you're right," Chance replied, though he still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

"I think I'm gonna go check on him anyway"

Elliot shrugged off Chance's statement, going to his room. He paused at his door frame, rubbing his eyes and looking at Chance.

"I would be careful with him, he didn't seem the happiest" Elliot said, closing his door.

Chance raised an eyebrow at Elliot's warning, his worry now mixed with curiosity.

"Thanks for the heads up," he replied, his gaze lingering on Elliot's closed door for a moment.

"Didn't seem the happiest?" They pondered.

That was certainly new. 007n7 was usually the quiet, kind.. He rarely showing any emotions that were related to being upset. What could have caused him to be in an even worse mood?
With a deep breath, Chance made his way down the hallway towards 007n7's room, steeling himself for whatever mood he might find him in. He raised a hand, hesitating for a moment before gently knocking on the door.

"Hey, 007n7, you in there?" he called out, trying to keep his voice steady.

007n7 was laying in his bed, contemplating how his day went.
He wondered if there was a way out of this hell. Surely the way he got into the limbo was a way he could get out?

He was snapped out of his haze when he heard the knock at his door.

"Yes.." 007n7 said, sounding exhausted.

Chance stepped into the room, his gaze fixed on 007n7. He could sense the tension and stress radiating off him.

"You okay, man?" Chance asked.

He shut the door behind him. He found a spot on the bed to sit down, his eyes never leaving 007n7.

"You seem... off"

"No I'm not ok... You're constantly putting yourself before others" 007n7 huffed.

"You have a way to defend yourself, get away faster than the rest of us can!"

He paused, taking a deep breath in, "but you rarely use it, only time that gun off yours comes out when YOU need to protect yourself..."

"Whoa, hold on" he snapped.

"It's a damn survival situation out there. You expect me to just risk myself protecting everyone all the time?"

Chance stood up, his hands balled into fists.

"I can't be everyone's savior, man. I have to look out for myself too, otherwise, I'm as good as dead"

"I never said you need to save everyone all the time... That would be stupid of me to assume of you" 007n7 hissed.

"However I would love it if you at least tried helping me out every once in a while, every time we get into a confrontation you run away!"

"And I'm supposed to magically know every time you're in trouble? Do I have goddamn eyes in the back of my head?" Chance retorted

"I have my own survival instincts to worry about. You can't expect me to be your bodyguard every damn time we're out there"

"You literally left me to die when I PROTECTED you last round.. I try my best to keep you safe and out of hand, all I ask is that you try... Try fucking once to do the same!?" 007n7 said, his voice cracking.

The guilt that Chance had felt earlier in the round came flooding back. Chance's shoulders slumped.

"You think I don't feel shitty about that?" he snapped back.

"You don't think I hate myself for just running instead of helping you? I-It's an instinct, I freeze up... It's like a goddamn self-preservation thing. I can't help it!"

007n7's tail began to rapidly twitch in place as he narrowed his eyes.

"It does feel like that. You rarely come up after a round where you've done that to ask if I was fine, and you've never ONCE apologized for it either"

They'd never apologized or checked up on him, always too caught up in his own anxieties and self-preservation. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.

"You're right... I haven't apologized. And I haven't checked up on you afterwards... But can you really blame me? It's a constant fight for survival, man. I'm not exactly in the clearest mindset during those moments"

He stared at them annoyed beyond belief. He wanted to yell, get angry. But it was late, and he didn't need someone who tolerated him to not like him anymore.

He took a moment to breathe, to calm down before he snapped.

"Get out"

Chance's expression darkened at the words. He could feel the frustration and anger radiating off of 007n7.

He hesitated for a moment, a mixture of hurt and guilt swirling in his chest.

He pushed off the bed, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

"Fine"

Chance turned to the door, his movements a little rougher than usual, and stormed out of his room, softly closing the door behind him.
007n7 bit his lip, holding back his tears. It would be stupid of him to cry right now, it was a simple conversation, that was it...

He wiped his eyes, making sure none would come. Stopping them in their tracks. He laid down, ignoring the sting he felt in his chest...

Maybe one day he'd get Chance to see his point of view, however thought didn't seem like it.