☆ . a pond of tears ° * .

by dvchess

Summary:

It has been two years now. Two years since the day ITrapped killed Chance. He kept coming back to the place where it happened, experiencing this moment over and over again. So was it this time.

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uhhhh ichance angst but itrapped is not toxic at least nor really i just had an idea and i put it to life um.

im...extremely desperate to be noticed Ok

how tf do i write summaries bro.

Notes:

Hi!!! This is my first longer fanfic and one of my forst ever works, please bear with me 🥹

Please DO NOT skip the first chapter. It's improtant you read, so that you know what the fuck is going on.

I hope I rated it correctly...
Also I will add tags as the fic goes on
btw tagging on movile sucks dont repeat my mistakes

oh oh and english isnt my first language but if i make any grammar mistakes don't correct me bc I dont have patience to look for it and correct it. im lazy and stubborn, if i say something is cottect, its correct and sybau

Chapter 1: READ BEFORE THE FIC!!!!!

Before you start reading, I would want to talk about some things, just to make everything clear.

First of all, character headcanons (only the significant ones ok):

ITrapped – he/him, taller than Chance, has blonde hair, wears a big ass white fur coat (ofc he does) and an ice crown, Darkheart attached to his belt on the right side; he has a “censor” mask hovering over his face, he can make it disappear etc. but does it only when he’s sure there’s no monitoring (not explaining this, I'm too lazy);is actually in love with Chance

Chance – he/they (but i use they/them mostly to differentiate these two), shorter than ITrapped, always carries a lucky coin with him and a flintlock hidden under their jacket

Secondly, the Darkheart:

I have a hc that all the swords originally created by Telamon (e.g. Illumina, Daemonshank, Darkheart) have an animalistic form specific for each sword. When the sword is being wielded by one person, it starts getting attached to their wielder and simultaneously starts being more “civilized” – they basically turn into furries lol (1x1x1x1’s Daemonshank is an exception but that's not the case). Darkheart would nomrally be a catlike creature of any bright color, and takes on some of their wielder’s personality traits, it would also wear clothes similar to the person wielding them.

Furthermore, each type of sword affects its wielder in a different way; as for Darkheart, it makes their wielder more vengeful and pugnacious (i had to google this word lol), it might also make their wielder’s deep personality traits show up more, but not a lot. However,

ITrapped’s Darkheart specifically is artificial (= not created by Telamon directly), it was generated during May Madness (too much to explain ok) so it doesn’t work the same as a normal Darkheart would. In looks, it has a pure black color, while wearing an all-white exquisite outfit and a LOT of gold jewelry, additionally it’s moves are very chopped, looking like it had low fps (hope you understand what I'm trying to say). As for how it affects ITrapped, it took out to the light a very deeply hidden trait of ITrapped – greed. It also showed some of the other deep personality traits ITrapped had, but they’re not important. It basically turned ITrapped’s personality upside down. ALSO! It can take control over ITrapped’s actions. Not directly though – it just can “turn off” some traits of ITrapped, which affects their actions. It’s never permanent, it doesn’t have that much power.

Okay that’s all you need to know for now!! When new characters and important info appear, I will introduce them in the same way so that you have any idea how I imagine them.

Chapter 2: "Happier than ever"

Summary:

quick note the chapter names will be songs bc I say so
so the names dont matter
its just for context of the quote at the end yk
edit: OK I JUST REALISED I DIDNT ADD THE SAID QUOTE its here now...please dont beat me up...ok...
TW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS
Graphic depiction of violence, major character death

It has been two years now. Two years since the day ITrapped killed Chance. He kept coming back to the place where it happened, experiencing this moment over and over again. So was it this time.

The blonde man stood in front of the casino once belonging to Chance. Even though the thought of what was inside – the bar, the sound of chips put on the table, the bright neon signs and loud music – was very tempting, he couldn’t enter it. He just couldn’t. It brought back too many memories. Instead, he took a deep breath and walked towards the back of the building.

It started snowing out of a sudden. There was already a layer of snow on the ground, but it looked like it was supposed to get even thicker.

When ITrapped saw the back wall of the casino, his sight immediately landed on a dark stain. Looking like something was splattered and slid down it. Suddenly, the memories took him over.

“ITrapped?” – Chance asked nervously – “What are you doing?”

Itrapped didn’t answer. On the black mask hovering over his face, there was a holographic eye where his eye would normally be seen. It was wide open. He was tightly grasping on his withdrawn Darkheart sword.

“You are still smiling? Funny.” – Itrapped’s voice was bored and amused at the same time

“ITrapped what’s up with you?... Y-You don’t act like yourself” – Chance stuttered, their poker face finally wearing off.

With their every step back, ITrapped followed him with a step forward. Suddenly, Chance couldn’t make any more moves. A wall was behind him.

“No idea what you’re talking about, darling” ITrapped answered with the same tone as before

He slowly raised the blade, so that it pointed upwards instead of hovering just half an inch over the floor.

“No. No, no, no. ITrapped, stop. Please, you’re terrifying me” – Chance panicked

Itrapped didn’t stop, his heels making a characteristic sound on the ground.

“I gave you everything. All the designer clothes you asked for, fulfilled every caprice, my love, even myself. What else would you want, what would be worth my death?” Chance’s gaze was jumping between ITrapped’s masked face and the Darkheart’s blade. ITrapped raised his arm and straightened it, making the sword point towards Chane’s throat.

“The Banlands key” – he answered stopping in place

“What? W-Why would yo–” ITrapped moved the sword closer

“Nevermind I didn’t ask” they added hurriedly

“Where. Is it.” the blonde man insisted

“Fuck... Let me think...” Chance closed their eyes for a second thinking about it.

ITrapped was growing impatient “I’m 99% sure it’s in the safe in my office. Behind my family painting”

“Code” ITrapped growled

“____” Chance sighed looking away

Itrapped tilted his head in curiosity

“You set the safe code to be my birthday” it wasn't a question. Rather a surprised statement

“Yeah” Chance laughed nervously

ITrapped lowered his sword

“Cute”

Chance smiled but didn’t move. He was still shaking from both cold and fright.

“Hey” ITrapped’s voice softened “Come here”

He reached out his hand as an invitation. Chance stayed still, hunching a little.

“You just threatened me. How do I know you won’t attack me now?” they pointed out with a serious tone

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to, but it was necessary.” he apologized

A little unsure, but Chance decided to trust him. They took a few steps coming closer to him. ITrapped pulled him into a hug. Chance returned it, hiding their face in Itrapped’s fur coat.

“Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay now. You’re safe. I have what I want now. I won’t hurt you” he ensured the gambler

The taller man started brushing Chance’s hair gently. After a moment, Chance moved back slightly, to look at ITrapped’s covered face.

“Trap?” Chance started nervously “Why are you still holding your sword?

“Glad you asked” ITrapped tilted his head slightly

In a second, Chance felt piercing pain. When they looked down, they saw a black blade piercing their stomach. The gambler coughed, making small droplets of blood fall on ITrapped’s coat. Then, ITrapped tightened the grip on his sword and pushed it in until the blade was going through Chance’s body up to the quillon. They were losing balance, their legs getting weaker.

In the last bits of their energy, they looked up at ITrapped. Singular tears going down their cheeks. The taller man twisted the sword, making Chance yawp quietly. They smiled.

“So that’s how it ends, huh?” they chuckled, their voice quiet and tight

“Guess your luck’s run out, Chance” ITrapped scoffed

Then, he violently pulled out the sword, making Chance stagger. Just before they fell on ITrapped, he kicked them, making them land on the wall behind them with a muted bang and then slide down it slowly, leaving a bloody mark. It was no longer Chance. Just their dead, limp body.

ITrapped looked at them for a second. And then something clicked in his head, when he saw Chance’s blood “paint” the snow underneath. He looked at his sword. The dark blade was reflecting light in places where it was covered in blood. Meaning almost the whole blade. His hands began shaking. Terrified, he dropped Darkheart on the snow with a muted clink and ran up to Chance’s body, trapping it in a desperate hug. He felt his crown sliding slowly off his head, but he didn’t care. He hugged the body even closer, hiding his face into the arm of his dead partner.

“I’m sorry Chance” he whined

“I’m so fucking sorry. I- I didn’t want to do it. It was the sword. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

He wished he could hear Chance this one last time, once he actually had control of his actions. He wished he could hear them say “I forgive you”, “It’s okay”. Fuck it, even “I hate you” or “How could you?”. He wouldn’t really be surprised. He just wanted to hear their voice this one last time.

But it wouldn’t happen. He knew it. Chance was dead and there was no going back.

ITrapped staggered, overwhelmed by the memory. It felt so real. Too real. He looked up.

There was no one by the wall. Only that fucking blood stain. He wanted to throw his sword at the wall, but something inside stopped him from doing that, even though he purely hated this sword.

“Time to move or I’ll freeze to the ground I guess” he reminded himself

 

"You made me hate this city."

Notes:

oh my God its so good to write this thing
i originally wrote it in my notebook during classes btw

funfact, oomf dreamt of being chance after they read my ichance yap and this chapter

Chapter 3: "Money Game Pt.3"

Summary:

TW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS
Major character death, suicide

ITrapped started going the same way he did that night with Chance’s body. He could still remember how unbelievably cold it was. He didn’t mind it though; he just wanted Chance to rest somewhere safe. Where no one except him could find them. This place turned out to be the garden behind their mansion.

Before Chance’s death, ITrapped was there maybe twice. They very much preferred the apartment in their casino over the mansion they inherited from their parents. They said the apartment feels much more like home, even though it was twice as loud. But because they also were dead now, only ITrapped had access. It was the perfect place.

The mansion was located near a small forest. It took a while to get there from the casino, but it was worth it. At least that’s what ITrapped told himself.

When he arrived there, he opened the gate and walked around the home, the garden was all he cared about now.

To most people, the garden looked like a dead overgrowth, but to ITrapped it was beautiful even more than in summer. He cared about it a lot since Chance died but also let nature do its own thing and didn’t control it as much. The snow and icicles hanging from the branches and stems made it look magical. When looking around looking for some sort of comfort, his gaze landed on one specific bush. A rowan bush. Its red berries covered in thin ice were hanging low over the ground. To be more precise, a stone tablet buried in the ground.

Chance’s body was really cold now. Colder the ITrapped would expect by this time. Or he just lost track of time. It didn’t matter. What surprised ITrapped even more, was the fact he was also getting cold and shivered. He usually didn’t feel it; he got used to low temperatures at some point. He tried to ignore it, he couldn’t go back now just to get warmer. He’ll go inside the mansion to get warmer once the “job” is done.

If he’ll be able to enter the mansion.

He rested Chance’s body gently by the wall so that it didn’t get covered in snow. He then started looking for the shovel. His mind was getting a little blurry, he figured out Darkheart is trying to make him do it quicker by turning off his empathy and that kind of stuff. “For once it’s helping, I suppose” he thought. When he finally found a shovel, he could fully control his actions again, so he proceeded to look for the best spot. His gaze landed on a rowan bush. It was standing out for some reason. ITrapped decided this will be the place.

He started digging. Because he now fully had control of himself, there was one thought going through his mind.

“I’m digging Chance’s grave. Because I killed them.”

This made his moves messy, he was also holding back tears. As he was digging, his moves were getting messier, and tears started to go down his cheeks. The messy moves made him stumble a few times and get some dirt on his shoes and clothes. A quiet thought in the back of his mind was furious, but guilt and despair were dominating his mind.

When he finished digging, his hands were hurting, gloves looked worn out a little, shoes dirty and eyes red from tears going down his cheeks. He threw the shovel aside and looked down at the pit. It looked much deeper in his mind than it actually was. He then shook his head, wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, and went to grab Chance.

Just then, when he was holding his partner’s lifeless, cold, heavy, and stiff body, he thought he would break down completely.

“I don’t want to do this Chance” he sobbed quietly

But he knew he had to do this. After several times of crying into their chest, saying that he’s sorry and then that he can’t do this, he finally took a deep breath. He took off their hat and glasses and put them away in the snow. After a moment of consideration, he also took the flintlock. He knew they would prefer to be buried with it but for some reason he still decided to take it. He looked at their eyes for the last time before gently closing them and just then laid them in the pit and proceeded to bury the body. He couldn’t stop sniffing and wiping away tears. He then covered it all with snow and sat on the ground.

That was when ITrapped sitting on the snow over the grave and staring at the place where he just saw Chance a moment before with tears going down his cheeks he broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably and flinging on the ground. The ice crown fell off his head in the snow with a soft, muffled sound.

ITrapped just by looking at the place felt like he is going to break down again, but he was holding back himself pretty well. Doesn’t mean he did it perfectly, because he felt tears going down his cheek. He wiped them off with his hand. The day Chance died was also the day ITrapped’s frostbite marks deepened, he spent so much time crying over the grave. He came closer to it. There was now a stone tablet there that he put here a while ago.

It was simple, with only their name and dates of birth and death. The letters weren’t the prettiest, but that’s only because ITrapped made it by himself. He couldn’t ask anyone to do it, because how would he explain it? But it was enough. It was meant to be symbolic. He brushed the snow off and sat down. After a moment, he started to speak.

“Hey Chance” – his voice sounded squeezed

“It’s been two years now, you know? And I still regret it."

ITrapped started coming here and “talking” to Chance about half a year after the event.

He tried to convince himself it’s a coping mechanism, but he just missed him. He missed talking to people in general.

“I still have the flintlock. It probably would have been better if I left it with you. But i couldn’t. I had to keep at least one part of you by myself. As for the fedora and glasses, I decided to get them out of your casino office two weeks ago. A long time after the fact, but better late than never, isn’t it?” he chuckled

He actually didn’t know why he didn’t bring them earlier. He should’ve done it once he gave away the casino to the Sonellino guy. But for whatever reason, he hesitated.

“I miss you so much” he sighed

No answer, of course

“I’m very lonely nowadays” ITrapped confessed

“You know, I got the Banlands key and freed my... friends. But I guess they weren’t my friends already.”

Itrapped looked away

Ellernate’s words were still ringing in his head

“You put us in this. Why would we keep you with us, whatsoever consider you our “friend”? We just needed you to get us out.”

“They hate me now” he laughed with bitterness

“I wonder where you are now, Chance. And how you are. Probably better than me” he

smiled

He sat there for a moment before tears started forming in his eyes once again

“I don’t know what to do Chance. What is the point for me to live now?” he whispered

Out of the blue, He felt Darkheart get warmer and buzz a little. With a sigh he touched

the crystal on it, not looking at the sword. After a second, the sword was gone from his side.

“Y0u’re p4th3t1c” said someone with a glitchy voice

ITrapped didn’t look around, he knew well it was Darkheart mocking him.

“No need to remind me.” ITrapped scoffed

“Hm. S3lf-4w4r3n3ss 1s 1mp0rt4nt, 1 gu3ss” they answered, apparently shifting its head, which was signaled by the cling of jewelry.

“Guess whose fault is that” ITrapped finally looked around

The Darkheart was a black cat-like creature standind on its hind limbs with red eyes, white fancy clothing, and a lot of gold jewelry. Its tail swayed slowly with a chopped, glitchy movement.

“0h, m1n3 y0u th1nk?” it smiled

“Yes, yours” ITrapped answered without hesitation

“Wr0ng. Fully y0urs, ITr4pp3d” Darkheart squinted their eyes

“You were controlling me!” the blonde man hissed

“Y0u ch0s3 t0 b3 my w13ld3r. N0t th3 0th3r w4y. N0w y0u must b3ar with th3 c0ns3qu3nc3s.” it spitted in response

“I had no idea where you even came from” ITrapped huffed

“St1ll y0ur f4ult.”

Darkheart went quiet for just a moment

“Y0u w4nt t0 g3t r1d 0f m3? Th3n just d1e. S1mpl3 4s 1t 1s” Darkheart stated with a tone of sarcasm

ITrapped saw it differently.

“Maybe you’re right” ITrapped said surprisingly calmly, his hand going up under his coat

Darkheart let out a confused “mrrrp”

“Wh4t 4re y0u d0ing”

“Following your advice” ITrapped took out the flintlock

“I w4s j0k1ng” Darkheart was getting nervous

“I am not” the man reloaded the gun

“ITrapp3d d0n’t” it insisted

“Too late now”

Before Darkheart could do anything, ITrapped aimed the gun at his head with a smile and pressed the trigger. A gunshot filled the air.

Darkheart stood there, its white clothing being splattered with blood. It looked blankly as ITrapped’s body fell limp on the ground

“I-Itr4pp3d Y0U FU-u-CK1NG M0-o-O-R0N” Darkheart yelled out, glitching more than ever, before it formed back into a sword.

“Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate

With a 45-caliber aimed at his brain

[...]

Hears the words of his father: "It's such a damn shame"

Then he presses on the trigger of a money game"

Notes:

yes i kissed the brick before throwing it at you with full strength
the next chapter will take a while to make but in the meantime I'll try posting my oneshots as a compensation or smth