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"ugh why does chance always win when he gambles he's so annoying ugh" itrapped thinks to themself, watching chance win yet another game of russian roulette.
suddenly itrapped remembers something: the sword they conveniently keep in their ass around the corner. they make a genius, completely fool-proof plan to stop chance from gambling once and for all.
"hey chins let's go outside I'm bored" itripped calls out to the ga(y)mbler. "ok sure itrap" chance yells back, approaching the ice-crowned they/them.
they walk through the exit of the casino, and ishatted leads chance into an alleyway. "where are we going itrapped.." chance asks uncertainly. "you'll see in like a second..!!" itrapped responds cheerfully.
They come to a dead end and igooned pins france to the wall. "w-w-w-what are y-you doing you b-baka.. 🥺" mince stutters in his omega voice. "heh.. I'm giving you what you deserve after how annoying you were..." iclapped whispers seductively while pulling their sword out (which one brudda 🤨📸🫵🏳🌈❓). when it was unsheathed, icrippled prepared to stab trance, the gambler cowering in fear, like his omega ass should (guys I'm sorry I didn't mean to 🙏🙏), but the moment that they were going to stab, something, or someone... blocked the attack. it was as if a massive (😼) wall had appeared between the gambler and yellow-blue-green gender neutral.
"what do you think you're doing to my bbg you omega" a deep, manly, gravelly voice spoke, picking up idroppedontheheadasachild by the collar and lifting them up. "w-wait what's going on.." iatebrickswheniwassix says, panicked, before getting kicked in the gut and punched in the face by their captor.
the intruder throws ichopped to the ground, barely looking their way. "are you ok babygirl" the intruder, now not hidden by the shadows, turns out to be mafioso. "omg pookie you saved me thank you" perchance stutters out, awe-struck at the sheer power of his alpha
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elliot is walking out of the pizzeria, heading to the alleyway near it to throw out some trash. as he approaches the trashbins, he hears some noise, so like the smart person he is, elliot goes to investigate. deeper into the alleyway, elliot can make out that the noises seem quite.. unholy to say the least.
as he nears the dead end, he gets absolutely jumpscared by the image of chance and mafioso making out sloppy style while mafisoso ruthlessly rams into circumschance from behind, making them cheeks clap LOUD
"this is why builder brothers pizza employees shoot gay people dead on sight and pride parades are banned within the 10 mile radius of any of our buildings" elliot mutters as he rush hours away to get some holy water and bleach from two time