Chapter 1: New found anger.
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Look, it was never meant to be like this.
There was 2:34 minutes left on the round timer. Shedletsky, Builderman, and Dusekkar were all dead. I was on cooldown for another 14 seconds, and chance needed a heal badly. I watched as the cooldown ticked down, ready to heal Chance so he could take a shot at stunning the killer without dying. I watched as Chance was running from 1x1x1x1, praying that he or someone else could find a medkit for him before it was too late.
“Fuck..” I let out as a quiet whisper, watching as my cooldown ticked down until it wasn’t there anymore. I ran towards Chance, not caring that I could be killed by 1x1x1x1 before I spotted something. A picture on the ground. I threw Chance a pizza right as the round ended and I picked up the picture.
The other remaining survivors for the round all spawned at the table, me included, as always. Everyone slowly got up and started to chat, or return to their separate areas. I held the picture tightly in my hand, walking out the main cabin to return to my own.
“So,” I muttered out to myself, looking at the picture in my hand. I look up, seeing Chance walking to his cabin in a panic as I walk over to him.
“Chance? You okay?” I asked, seeing him in a disheveled state as he looks at me like I’m crazy before he calms down.
“Yeah.. yeah, I’m alright.. Just, uh.. I lost something and I haven’t found it since the round ended.” Chance responds, seeing the photo in my hand and snatching it.
“..How the fuck did you get this? Why do you have it?” He questions, getting close to my face but never making contact with his angered expression.
“I found it on the ground before the round ended. Why are you so angry about it?” I asked, genuinely confused on why Chance would be so angry over a simple picture.
“...It's just important to me.” Chance responded, giving very little context on why. I didn't bother pushing more, knowing Chance he wouldn’t tell me anyways.
“Whatever, get some rest.” I responded, watching as Chance nodded and walked to head to his cabin. I went back into my cabin as well. I wasn’t able to make out what the picture was before I walked out to check on Chance, unfortunately.
Although.. All I saw in that picture was Chance.. And some guy. I didn’t know who he was, his face was blacked out. But Chance looked angry. I couldn’t figure out why he looked so.. Mad. Pissed off. I’ve never seen him like that towards me.
Chapter 2: I'll break your bones with all the love i carry.
Summary:
Elliot gets the chance to talk to chance
Notes:
Almost all of this was written by Author 1 💔
(Like seriously author 2 only wrote 2 sentences)author 2 was at DINSEY while i was writing this but i gotta feed the readers
I just got my school schedule and i have math first period kms - Author 1
fuck you - author 2
fuck you too mate help me write 3 - author 1
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It had been more than a few rounds after that incident. Chance and I hadn’t talked to each other since. I'm still curious why he was so defensive about that photo, but it's not really my cup of tea anyway. I've tried to talk to him about it, but he keeps deflecting my questions.
That picture must have meant a lot to him, they seemed angry. It was probably related to something outside of this forsaken purgatory. Even though I still feel like it is something that will only get worse with time. Chance loves to hide his real emotions under that stupid poker face he wears, I really hate it.
Despite knowing I probably should stop asking him about it, his reaction really irked me the wrong way. After contemplating with myself on if I should knock on his cabin door, I decided to do it.
Knock knock….
“Chance, can you please answer me? I'm
really
worried about you man…” I said after knocking on the door twice. I know he was in the cabin because I had explored the main cabin beforehand for his presence. John Telamon, I don't like whatever chance is bottling up…
“...Doors open,” I heard chance say. Oh thank Telamon he was actually letting me in…
“Im worried about ‘ya man… you’ve been avoiding everyone.” I stated, walking into chances cabin. I immediately found my way to the bedroom, finding chance Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the photo I picked up a few rounds ago. Seriously though, why was the photo so important to him??
Chapter 3: Announcement
Summary:
not a new chapter 💔
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Author 1 speaking here!!
ive been so sick and drained recently to school and activities so chapter 3 will probably take a while is author 2 doesn't get off their ass and help me 💔
im so fucking sick rn - author 1
turns out I have a high fever ‼️ - author 1
Chapter 4: Art
Summary:
Doodles
Notes:
Ok so here's 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝟭'𝘀 reason for not writing 💔
1: Mental health episode spike
2: litterally every appliance i own broke down
3: started having major spikes of hatred
4: rise in violence tendencies
5: half the lights in my home broke down
6: laundry room floodedI have not had a fun time - author 1
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some doodles of elliot and chance from Author 1 as a sorry for chapter 3 taking a while 💔
