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Chance laid in his bed, idly flipping his lucky coin.
"If it lands on tails i get up, if it lands on heads i stay in bed... OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!" He quietly grumbled to himself as he forced himself out of bed, sleepily stumbling into the main cabin.
"You're late for breakfast, is everything okay?" Elliot asked, being the medic of the team he had to make sure everyone was okay if he noticed something wrong.
"I'm fineeee!" He sleepily slurred out, grabbing a slice of pizza and shoving it into his mouth. After the third slice he finally felt full, he got up and went to the slot machine on the second floor.
He pressed the button, watching as the machine worked. As always, three sevens. He smirked to himself, muttering "Lady luck really is on my side, eh?".
He was cut off by a cutscene. Great... Another round. Mafioso's cutscene played out, this was gonna be interesting.
Chance spawned into the map, walking around while flipping his coin. The round was going pretty well (for him atleast) Until-"You're mine!"
Chance's heart skipped a beat, he did not expect Mafioso to be so close... So close. Chance felt some gears shift in his brain.
Mafioso swung at Chance, but just as he was about to hit him, Chance stuck his foot out and tripped Mafioso.
Mafioso fell and took Chance with him, they both tumbled a bit before ending in some sort of closet. Chance started kicking the door, trying to get outside and away from the killer.
The door was stuck... THE FUCKING DOOR WAS STUCK-
Mafioso shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable "Damn you're chubby as fuck-" He was cut off as Chance punched his magic glizzy "AUUUGHHHHHHH-" Mafioso yelled out as he clutched his glizzy.
"You little!-" He groaned, the pain being to much for him to do anything. "That's what you get for calling me fat!" Chance said. "Am i wrong tho?" Mafioso smirked "Look at how flabby you are, big back." Mafioso said as he pinched Chance's side "I'll twist your nuts off." "Alright I'll stop."
A thought suddenly popped into Chance's head "Why aren't you killing me?" Chance asked "I honestly have no idea." Mafioso said.
"So... You're oddly close to me, heh..." Chance felt his face heat up. Mafioso was REALLY close to him. Mafioso smirked "Wanna have some fun?" Chance immediately understood and started taking his pants off.
They tried standing up, positioning themselves as best as they could in such a small place. Mafioso linned his cock up with Chance's ass, shoving the whole thing in. No lube.
Chance shrieked out, but that shriek died down into a quiet moan, depsite the pain this wasn't half bad.
Mafioso went at a steady pace that slowly got faster and faster, only adding to Chance's pleasure.
"Ngh... Mafi..." Chance moaned out, his legs trembling under him. Suddenly Mafioso pulled out "On your knees" Chance, without thinking twice, got down on his knees. He took the whole thing into his mouth, liking it and sucking on it.
Mafioso moaned, panting like he just ran a marathon. He came into Chance's mouth, and Chance being the submissive puppy he was, licked it all up. Bad idea.
Mafioso came so much, that it filled Chance's stomach up to the point he felt bloated. He grabbed his pants and tried zipping them up, only to find that he couldn't.
Mafioso burst out laughing "Damn you really ARE fat!" Chance went beet red "You're the one who came in my mouth!" "You're the one who drank it!" Mafioso did have a point... But still!
The round ended, Chance got teleported back into the cabin. "Why's everyone staring at me?" Oh... Oh. He didn't have his pants on. "I'm gonna, go..." He said as he broke into a sprint, running to his cabin.
He plopped down onto his bed, he was definitely too full for whatever lunch Elliot was making tonight, being full of Mafioso's unborn children.
He slowly drifted off into a food (more like cum) coma.
The next round began few hours later, Mafioso was the killer again. This was gonna be interesting...