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“...God I hate you. Wasted so much of my energy for that damn key. Good riddance. I hope you enjoy whatever hell you get”
Chance layed on the ground,blood pooling around him, unable to move, unable to scream…unable to keep him from leaving. He didn't want to belive it…no it wasn't happening. Itrapped didn't mean it…he was going to get help..right..he wouldn't leave him to die like this, He loved him…Chance watched the figure retreat as his vision blurred..he'd be back. Chance knew he'd come back for him.
He had to..
Please..
please come back..
He eventually did. Brought Chance’s parents, he ran pulling them along, pretending he was scared, his voice laced with false panic, tears welding up in his eyes, unfortunately for his parents, by the time they got to him, Chance was already limp. His mother cried and begged over his body, his father rested a hand on Itrapped’s shoulder as he choked back his own tears.
He won. Itrapped…finally won.
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“Hey, who's this kid?”
“Kid? You mean there's another already?”
“Yep…maybe we should get Matt?”
“Yeah we sh-.....are you seriously eating right now?”
“Oh yeah want some?”
Builderman stared at the bucket of fried chicken in his friend's arms. Where the f### did that even come from? It’s almost as if that thing stays full, even though he sees Shedlesky devour every last crumb daily…
“So do we bring him to Matt or bring Matt to him?”
Builderman sighed.
“I'll carry 'em up to the cabin. Fly ahead and let ‘em know I'm coming”
"Roger that BM."
"Don...don't call me 'BM'.."
"Alright alright im sorry....BM"
Before Builderman could spit out a rebuttal Shedlesky had alread started his way up the hill. He wasnt a fan of Shedlesky at times..but at least he wasnt Telemon anymore.
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“Good news is the boy is just fine, he should be up and running in no time”
“Ah, that's great to hear. We can get Eliott to watch him for ya”
Dusekarr nodded as he reached for his staff leaning on the bed.
“That is quite alright with me. He does appear different from the others you see.”
Builderman rung out a wet towel and placed it on Chance's head.
“Different? He looks just like the rest of us did when we got here. Is somthin’ wrong with him?”
Dusekarr looked down at Chance, then at Builderman. If he didn't have that pumpkin mask on, Builderman would have seen the mild distressed look he gave him.
“I cannot put my finger on it, no not at this very moment..”Dusekarr murmured, scratching his cheek, or where his cheek would be on the pumpkin.
Builderman nodded as if he understood, eyes still fixed on the sleeping man in bed. What could be so wrong with him? He looked like the typical person who just got unlucky, but he was here, and that alone was a bit strange. He didn't look important…well Two Time wasn't important either and they still made it here. By the time Builderman stood to respond to Dusekarr, the man had already floated out of the room, Builderman didn't even hear him leave. Good call leaving probably, the kid needed to rest up. He looked down at Chance one more time before picking his hat and walking out the door.