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After the hard round ended, being chased by the killers and such.. It wasn't easy for the gambler. His gun exploded on his face more than he'd like to admit. But he still held onto that gun like it was his only way to be able to breathe..

Of course, as tired as he was, he got into his room, ignoring the arguments of the other survivors, asking each other why didn't the plans worked, or why Elliot didn't save them in time.. He chose to ignore it.

He gently closed his door with a click, looking back at his room with a sigh, exhaustion apparent on his face. There he saw his not so little bunny, Spade, laying down, sleeping on Chance's bed like he owns it

Chance chuckled and stepped towards the bed, petting Spade's soft fur, loving how it feels to the touch.

He laid next to Spade, halfly hugging him not to bother him in his beauty sleep.
Chance slowly leaned towards the bedside table, grabbing a pillbox from on it, opening the cap and chugging 2-3 pills with water.

After staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours rather than minutes, he felt sleep taking over him, slowly pulling him deeper into the mattress..

And he suddenly opened his eyes in some where he didn't recognize, a brown haired girl outside, looking around with frustration. And.. Bodies on the ground!?

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He suddenly got up, looking around for anything he could use as a weapon and- just grabbed stick.. He moved toward the girl, his face lacking the expression due to his black shades

Nashatra, whom noticed the presence jumped and raised her gun towards Chance, also shocked by the unfamiliar face

"who are you-!? Why did you kill them!?"

Chance didn't miss a beat to interrogate Nashatra, looking fown at the formal clothed men, lifeless

"Actually, who are, YOU? Where did you come from.. Are you with them!?"

She raised her voice, staring at Chance as if HE killed those people

"First of all, I am Chance. And what do you mean if i am with- them? With who!"

Nashatra noticed that this Chance wasn't a threat and just lowered her weapon, sighing

"i apologize for the abrupt welcoming. I am Nashatra, and those guys were Mafia, they are everywhere. I had to kill them to gain time"

Chance raised an eyebrow.. Mafia? Now that was interesting to him. He has never seen Mafia, closely, other than stupid internet memes.

"I.. see. What did you even do to anger them?"

Nashatra nervously sighed, showing that she really did something.

"I have debt to them. A little too much.."

Chance looked suspicious, but something said Nashatra wasnt lying. So he just sighed, looking away

"How much debt could end up- in this situation?"

He asked, motioning the bodies on the ground with his hands, swaying them to side slightly

"Well.. As i last checked, if not gone higher, i had.. Over 1 million studs.. In debt-"

Chance was shocked at the amount, but something caught his interest andhe decided to ask

"What are studs? Some kind of currency? Wait, wher are we even-"

He just realized that he was talking to a random girl he didn't know in this weird.. Dream world kinsa thing. First the Mafia, now studs? This was so much different than the world he knew

"Ah, yeah. You're foreigner, i forgot. So.. Studs are currency, you walk, you get more studs. You fall of the void, steal or kill anyone especially Mafia members, you get in debt. That how it works"

Chance nodded, understanding the situation he was in

"Okay, so how do we see our studs?"

As soon as he asked, Nashatra whipped out a screen kinda thing, which reminded Chance of 007n7's C00lgui but was so different. He leaned in and saw both of their amount of studs. He looked at Nashatra's studs, which were indeed over -1 million.. And his was just 560 yet. Since he didn't really get out of the.. Old looking cabin

"I see. I see- its interesting"

He nodded, turning to Nashatra, whom closed the screen thingy and looked at Chance

"Well, we must look around before more Mafias decide that its a good day to chase me down"

He sighed, understanding what she said and followed suit behind Nashatra as she lead him through the empty sandy floor with.. Big corals around

"Soo... Where are we exactly?"

Nashatra sighed, still walking

"Were in Ocean Labs. So that makes us literally be on the ocean floor. The sky is is over the water level. Were in the water."

Chance raised an eyebrow, confused on how the hell were they able to breathe in the water.. But didn't question as he remembered that this is a mere dream

They walked in silence for a while.. Just looking around, trying to find something perhaps. Chance didn't even know at this point

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Until, Nashatra suddenly stopped, holding her ground, which made Chance snap back from whatever thoughts he was driving around his head

"What happened-"

Nashatra didn't need to answer as he saw 3 Mafia membera, one in middle and 2 on the sides. If he ever had some sense, he'd say that the Mafia member in the middle is some kind of a boss.

"Oh.. Is he the boss?"

Nashatra huffed with a smirk, shaking her head

"Oh you'd wish so. But no, he isnt. Hes just one of the royal righ hands of the Boss."

Chance was going to ask who the Boss was but was cut off even before he could talk

If thats the guy in the middle who started to talk..

"Well, well... I didn't think I'd see one of our targets here."

His voice sent a shiver down his spine, but he held his nonchalant facade. Oh this guy was the real deal, just from his presence he could tell.. He perhaps was even worse than 1x1x1x1..

"Nashatra. I've come to collect the debts you owe us."

He talked smoothly, his hands behind his back, confidence seeping from him

Nashatra on the otherhand, was really to throw hands if needed

"Hell if you think id give in that easily, you must be delusional Mafioso!"

Oh.. So his name was Mafioso. Interesting name choice...

Mafioso just laughed, throwing his head back, a rich sound.

"Oh, well. We'll use the force then."

He then clicked his fingers and his 2 men started to take their guns out, raising them to Nashatra and- HIM!? What did he do!

He flinched, and this didn't go unnoticed by the mafia

"I see you brought yourself a friend. Dare to introduce us?"

Nashatra looked at Chance, then back to Mafioso

"No. You do not get an introduction."

She was bold, Chance admired that. But boldness always fell in bad choices, he knew it himself..

Mafiosos smirk faded, and he sighed

"Such a rude girl you are. It doesn't fit you."

Nashatra would definitely roll her eyes if she could.. But her eyes were closed always.

"You either leave, or this ocean floor will be full of your men's heads!"

Mafioso was taken aback by the sudden challenge

"Oh? You say so-"

Mafioso got cut of by Chance, who looked stressed enough

"No fighting! Can't we just be normal people and talk it out!"

Nashatra and Mafioso glared at Chance, which swallowed and stepped back..

"Right.. You two continue.."

He gave a nervous grin and looked away.. Damn those two were scary... He could really admit that

Then suddenly Nashatra lunger forward, dodging some bullets from the Gunners, hitting them.. With a crowbar? Good weapon choice actually. Mafioso was long gone for some reason, but he was relieved. Because that meant no more choking tension.

Nashatra easily hit the gunners, making one of them drop the gun, which Chance found the time to get it and shoot it at the one gunner. It felt weird to use someones elses gun, his own gun always had that dangerous thing to it.. Always risked with it blowing his face up, ending with his death.

Nashatra looked at Chance, glad he helped midway through the fight. She striked the last standing gunner, throwing his head off his body to far away. This made Chance's stomach bubble in a bad way, drean world was no joke.. It still had its gore part as it seem.. How was it even logically possible for a crowbar to yank off-

His thoughts were stopped by Nashatra, whom held his shoulder, concerned

"Hey, hey, are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?"

She asked, concern apparent on her face. Chance just shook his head, his mind slowly deleting the gorey picture out of his mind as he looked at the slowly fading body on the ground

"We must go now. So much time in the dreamscape can make your mental go bad in the real world"

Ah.. She was from the real world too. What about the Mafia members? We're they also from the real world? Probably not..

He just nodded and silentlt followed Nashatra towards the cabin. As soon as they got in, Nashatra sat on the bed, sighing

"You should go now. You're a new person.. Probably this will damage you more than it damages me"

Chance nodded

"Ah, yeah probably"

He said as he also got on the bed, looking away

"Well, goodnight nashatra.."

Nashatra was shocked at it.. She never got to say goodnight to someone in the dreamscape for months, if not years. It made her happy

"Goodnight to you too, Chance"

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After they said their goodbyes, they slept waking up in the real world..

Chance was met with the annoying sun seeping in through the window, which made him grunt

He had noticed that Spade left, somewhere else probably..

He got up, stretching his aching limbs. That dream was weird. He'll probably never see it again. But it was interesting

He clothed himself, getting out of the room, closing the door behind him with a click. He saw Spade sitting on top of the couchs back, nibbling on some lettuce. He saw Elliot busy with some puzzle piece, he was probably the one who fed the very hungry bunny

"Morning, Ell"

He grabbed Elliots attention, who nodded to show that he heard Chance

"Morning Chance. Up early today i see."

Chance sighed, plopping on the couch, one arm over the arm of the couch

"Yeah, woke up early. I saw the weirdest dream man.."

He chuckled, remembering Mafioso, Nashatra.. The gut wrenching sight of the decapitation..

He shivered suddenly at the picture coming, but decided to ignore it as much as he could. Thankful that Elliot didn't notice his change in expression

"Well, good for you. By the way, the rounds start in a few minutes. I'd say be ready"

Chance suddenly realized that they had rounds, grumbling in annoyance and threw his head back, which seemed to bother the peaceful bunny behind because he got a nibble on the hair, pulling down

"Ay! Ay! Okay- Spade, let go-"

He chuckled, grabbing the irritated bunny in hand and caressed his fur enjoying the softness of his furry friend

As soon as he was going to say something, they suddenly teleported to the round, he grumbled, annoyed again. He started to flip his coin.. Tails. Flip again.. Tails. Again.. Heads!

He immediately used the one charge to reroll his HP limit, which fell from 78 to 62.. Good luck with the damn flips.. He flipped his coin repeatedly, walking around also to find a generator. He rerolled his HP once moe, this time getting 112, which he thought he couldn't get better than this and didn't wanna risk it.. Since the killer was John Doe. Not today gambling addiction. Not today..

He saw a generator, seeing Telamon work on it, he also slipped there, working on the generator with a familiar experience everyone had..

Telamon didn't even say anything as the generator finished, he just left to find more generators..

He was creeped out by both Telamon and Two-Time. They acted so inhumane.. But who was he to say anything? As if he was anything better without his cockiness

He saw Elliots HP getting drained down from the watch everyone had. His instincts won over, flipping the coin fastily, trying thet 3 charges on the gun.. He had XI weakness but with 3 charges. He could gamble with that now..

He ran towards where he thought Elliot could be, and he was right, Elliot low on HP, runninf from John Doe's spikes and harsh claw slashes. He immediately shot his shot, hittinf John Doe with an admirable aim.. Which was rare.

Elliot looked at Chance nodding in thanks, as he ran. John Doe's attention moved to Chance, his passive making him faster than usual as he chased down Chance, trying to corner him with the use of the spikes. Of course, the gambler was slick with it as he kept slipping through both the spikes and John's claws.

The times hit 1:00. Perfect, only one dead, with everyone else alive.. Poor Noob didn't stand a chance against John Doe.

If he died, i.
t'd be so bad, the timer would go up, and John Doe would immediately go for Elliot, using the lack of Guest..

He ran efficiently, he was on 65 HP, nothing too dangerous yet.. He saw Elliot run with a rush, throwing a pizza Chance's way, which he caught and immediately downed, raising his HP immediately. This seemed to made John more angry, become he immediately instead of Chance, threw his spikes at Elliot, which made him get hurt so he immediately ran, using the help of Rush Time.

The timer went all the way down to 00:39.. They could win if neither Elliot or Chance died.. Which was hard knowing that Chance had lots of weakness, and Elliots HP being low.

After a few more seconds of dodging and weaving, trying to protect Elliot and Elliot trying to heal Chance, the survivors won the round. The last thing they heard before teleporting to the house was John Doe grumbling a curse

Builderman looked at Elliot, concerned

"Where were you two!? Where was the killer? I searched the whole map!"

Chance sighed, his exhaustion slowly disappearing

"We were with John, over at the haunted house. He was targeting Elliot before i came. Had to help"

Builderman sighed in relief, happy Chance was there to protect Elliot and Elliot was there for Chance

"Now thats what i call a team"

He chuckled, gaining smiles from both Elliot and Chance

"Poor Noob, he died first.."

He looked at Noob, now whom was sleeping on the couch, no singular sadness from dying first

Elliot followed Chance'a gaze and sighed

"He will learn, dont worry"

Chance nodded, knowing Noob was just a newbie

"Anyways.. Goodnight to you all"

he said, gaining some goodbyes and goodnights from the survivors

He got into his room, closing the door with a click and immediately plopped down on the bed, grunting.. Todays round was extra exhausting

He suddenly remembered that dream, wondering if he could see it again.. He plucked some pills from the pillbox, taking them with a sip of water, feeling the sleep heavy on him

His eyes fluttered close, smiling as he felt Spade curl up on his chest, as if owning Chance

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He suddenly opened his eyes at the dreamscape.. He could get used to this feeling of changing worlds

Nashatra jumped on him, shaking him harshly

"Where were you!? Do you know what in the hell happened when you were gone!?"

She yelled, her eyes blown wide with excitement

Chance was shocked to see Nashatra this excited

"Well, care to explain? What happened"

Nashatrs let go of Chance, sighing as she tried to calm herself down

"I got chased by Mafioso"

Chance frowned

"Whats so exciting about this.."

Nashatra, on the other hand, was grinning

"I gave him a good punch on the chin, which was definitely deserved!"

This now, made Chance grin

"Thats what am talking about! Perfect!"

He chuckled, gaining a nudge from Nashatra whom doubled his chuckle

"I wish i was there to see that!"

Nashatra nodded, leaning against the doorframe of the old cabin now

"I wish!! You'd be laughing so hard"

Chance nodded, grinning

"What did Mafioso do to that?"

Nashatra looked away, trying to remember the moment then bursted out laughing

"He was about to slice me with his sword, but his Boss called him for a job! You should've seen his face when he glared at me.. It was ridiculous!"

Chance laughed, enjoying the peace of the moment right now.. No running from Mafia, yet.

He decided to look around noticed that they were in a different map

"Hey, so.. Where are we now?"

Nashatra followed Chance's gaze and sighed.. "Its uhm, let me see"

She took a little notebook from her pocket and loked through it.. Probably searching for the name of the map.. How does she even know these are the names? Not like Chance wants to know..

"We are somewhere called Volcanic stuff.. Its smudged here. I cant read what"

she chuckled and raised her head, only to froze and drop the notebook. Chance noticed this behavior and raised an eyebrow

"Hey, hey, whats wrong?"

He asked, and Nashatra motioned Chance's back with her eyes, trying to tell him to look behind. Chance, following her gaze, saw Mafioso. Also freezing, and just staring at him

He couldn't and wouldn't admit to anyone or anything, but the way Mafioso stood his ground so confidently with his arms crossed in front of his chest, stirred things in him, making him feel warm all of a sudden

Of course, his faze ended abruptly when Nashatra suddenly pulled him and started to run, Chance stumbled a litle, almost falling but collecting himself and running with Nashatra. He looked behind and noticed something he didn't realize while he looked at Mafioso, fazed. Mafioso had his sword out, he was ready to kill Chance there and then.. No regret, no remorse. But oh thank goodness, Nashatra was there to snap him back to reality.

After running for a while, they slowed town, lowering themselves down behind a palette to hide and get some breaths to calm their racing hearts down. Chance closed his eyes, sighing and hugging his knees. Chance felt weird.. Why did he feel.. Something against Mafioso, that wasnt negative at all? Even he didn't know the answer to that question.

Nashatra nudged Chance, pointing out that Mafioso just passed by, and telling him to stay quiet with hand motions. Chance nodded and looked away, staying silent as much as he can. He heard a noise and froze, his eyes meeting Nashatras as she held onto the sword that pierced through her chest, he went pale, seeing Nashatra suddenly die and vanish. It was also a sign that Nashatra woke up in the real world, and wouldn't probably come for a good hour.. Did Mafioso know H was there too..? Probably.

He peeked out slightly and scanned the area, seeing No Mafia member around, he got up and started to run, aimlessly. After what felt like eternity, he thought he reached a safe spot and slowed down, catching his breath. He slowly explored the area, looking around for anything useful, or any Mafia member.

He didn't expect Mafioso to tap his shoulder and turn him around, suddenly grabbing his throah and raising him off the ground. He gritted his teeth, digging his nails into Mafioso's wrists, trying to peel them off of his neck, trying to escape the chokehold.. even though he couldn't

"Your humonaoid property has no chance against mine."

He felt a cold shiver run down his spine, making him wince. He felt stinging tears prick at the corners of his eyes, daring to fall down. Yes, he was not a masochistic, heck no he wasn't. But the way Mafioso held Chance up, grinning at his struggles, made Chance blush and look away, even though he was literally dying..

He was suddenly dropped to the ground, meeting Mafioso's curious eyes, coughint and gasping for air, holding onto his own throat reflexively.

"You're so weird. You disgust me honestly."

Chance for no reason at all, felt upset that the insult, even though he knew Mafioso didn't even know what Chance felt whenever he looked at Mafioso.

"D-damn you.."

Chance muttered between his sharp breaths, gaining a low chuckle from Mafioso.

"So pathetic. You remind me that of a helpless bunny. Wriggling, crying in pain."

Chance's hearth clenched at the thought of a bunny, of Spade hurt, crying out in pain. He squinted his eyes, his face scrunching. Mafioso stopped his grinning, crossing his arms and looking at Chance, curious.

"Oh? Seems like you have a soft spot for them bunnies. Again, pathetic. You're absolutely useless. Nashatra died because of you."

That was a red line for Chance, frowning and clenching his fists

"No, she died because of you not me! You killed her"

Mafioso threw his head back, laughing, a rich sound erupting from the depths of his chest

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"Oh as if i denied it. I obviously did kill her. What I've really meant was, if you weren't so useless back therex you could've saved her. Maybe used your reflexes huh? But nox you sat and watched her die."

Chance's eyes widened, blaming himself, now seeing himself responsible for her death. What Mafioso said made sense to him.. A little too much sense. If he didn't just stand there and watch, Nashatra could be saved, and perhaps they'd be together now. But no, Chance ruined everything again.

"You know.. I've never met someone like you. Heck, you weird me out with your antics."

Chance frowned deeper, getting up from the ground and having enough of Mafioso's rude insults, wanting to protect himself more against the bad words. But as soon ashe opened his mouth to insult Mafioso back, he opened his eyes back at his room at the lodge. Spade on his chest, watching Chance. Oh he was hungry, thats why he was just watching him

Chance got up and changed his clothes before grabbing Spade gently and bringing him to the kitchen, placing him on the counter top gently

"Good morning people"

He said, gaining nods from Elliot and 007n7, while guest sipped his coffee

"Morning to you too"

Guest said, now getting up and moving towards the kitchen, walking up to the sink to wash the empty coffee mug. While thatx Chance opened the fridge, getting a few fredh lettuce leaves and carrots for Spades morning food. He leaned against the countertop and fed Spade his fresh lettuce leaf, smiling at how adorable he looked

"Is everyone ready for the next round?"

Guest asked, gaining an annoyed groan from Elliot whom rubbed his face in extra annoyance. He seemed like he was exhausted, and probably was.

"If i get targeted once again right after the round starts, i am going to shove ny pizzas up the killers a-"

Of course, Spectre had other ideas, teleporting them to the round, interrupting Elliot. Well, he looked like he was about to snap, so who ever was the killer, should be at least careful..

Everyone scattered around to find the killer, nor do the gens. While at that, Noob and Chance were together, which absolutely made Chance uncomfortable. Not because of Noob, but because of what, who them reminded him off. Noob reminded Chance of [Redacted] a lot of times, and it didn't make him happy. He couldn't say that right to the poor kids face though, he didn't have the guts.

He saw Noob sat down at a Generator, workint on it

"Hey, Noob, I'll go look for Builderman, hes getting chased"

He got a smile and a nod from Noob, whom just continued their generator. Chance walked around, dodging the walls and lookint around for any sign of Builderman. Of course, he saw him, immediately turning to his coin, flipping it 3 times, and not getting any weakness at any of them, which he deemed lucky. He saw 1x1x1x1 aim its mass infection, to Builderman, who looked like only had one hit HP amount. He got behind 1x4, a little far not to get noticed by it.

He aimed his gun and shotting 1x4 at the right time, making 1x4 miss the mass infection, going to a stun situation. Builderman passed by Chance, patting his shoulder with a tired smile

"Thanks mate, i owe you one"

Chance nodded, smiling back and saw Buildernan run towards a place where he Thinks Elliot could be, to heal Builderman. Oh wellx now he was the one stuck with 1x4 and he was so bad at looping the killers. He flipped his coin, getting 1 charge and aiming it at 1x4, whom was running straight a Chance. He pulled the trigger, but this time the gun was empty, gaining a hit from 1x4

He stumbled back, running as fast as he could to get away from 1x4, which didn't really work out because he got hit by the entanglement, his brain buzzing with antsy feeling, making him stumble and hold his head, groaning

"Ugh.."

He shook his head, running as soon as the feeling subsides, looking back at 1x4, who missed the hit when Chance suddenly ran.

"R1nG 4r0uNd Th3 r0s1eZ.." (Ring around the rosies..)

Chance heard the voiceline of 1x4, which made him shiver. He could never get used to 1x4's voice, it was.. So weird to him

Obviously, after a little of running and dodging, he got hit by entanglement again, this time 1x4 didn't miss the slash, immediately killin Chance

"Fu-!"

Chance cursed, throwing his hands over his head in frustration. He saw Spade fall from the couch, he probably scared the poor bunny

"Oh- oh sorry buddy, let me help you out"

He said and gently grabbed Spade, sitting on the couch and placing Spade on his lap, petting between his ears, gainunt soft bunny like purrs from him. With Spades warmth and soft fur, he felt sleepy, and closed his eyes x thinking taking a nap while waiting for the round the end couldn't be so bad. So he slept, immediately teleporting to the dreamscape, seeing Nashatra sitting by the edge of the platform, her legs dangling down toward the void below

"Hey, what are you up to?"

He asked, starting Nashatra, nearly making her fall to the void and gained a soft punch on the arm

"You scared me! Give some warning at least!"

He chuckled, sitting next to her, dangling his feet off the platform

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"You didn't answer my question.."

Nashatra realized that and just shrugged, looking at the orange-ish horizon

"Dunno, just sitting here i presume."

Chance nodded, understanding. Then nashatra remembered something, her face scrunching up in concern. She turned towards chance

"What happened after i died, he didn't hurt you, did he?"

Chance looked back at nashatra, shrugging

"Ah- about that.. No, not really. I woke up before he could do something"

Nashatra sighed in relief, looking back at the empty horizon in front of them

"Oh thank goodness.. I got really worried at the overworld. I couldn't think properly, all i wanted was to go sleep and save you. But you know.. Sleep doesn't come in command"

Chance laughed, but deep inside, he really was glad that someone, a person, cared enough to carry the worry to the real world

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He suddenly woke up in the real world, remembering he was just sitting on the couch, sleeping to kill time. He saw Two-Time over him, seemingly that was whom woke up Chance. Two-time walked away with no words

"Thanks i guess.."

Chance mumbled, looking away. He stretched and looked over the kitchen, seeing Elliot so proud got his attention

"Woah, did something happen? Did you guys win?"

Guest chuckled smiled, looking at Elliot

"Well, Elliot won the 'last man standing'..".

Chance whistled, proud. He ruffled Elliot's hair, gaining a slap at his hand which made Chace laugh

"Ya got lucky, huh Elliot?"

Elliot glared at him, annoyed at Chance

"Yeah, and do NOT touch my hair again."

Chance playfully rolled his eyes, putting his arms behind his head, yawning

"Whatever ya say, pizza guy"

Chance sighed and got up, looking away. His mind wad clouded with

"Well- i guess I'll go sleep you guys."

The others definitely noticed Chance sleeping more. Because usually all he did was yap and ramble about his gambling goals, or how much he loved Lady Luck. Well.. Not anymore

Chance held Spade with both hands, Guest leaned slightly in and pet Spade's head, between his ears, gaining a cute nuzzle from the said bunny

"Okay then, goodnight Chance"

Guest said and straightened up, patting Chance's shoulder before leaving, probably going out to walk around. Chance waved at the othera and went to his room, closing the door with a familiar click. He put Spade on the bed and changed his clothing, for something more comfortable for sleep rather than a suit- he laid on the bed, seeing that Spade already had slept, curled up into a ball. A ball of fur and softness. He didn't feel the need to take pills, so he just closed his eyes, hoping for the best. Not so soon, the sleep took him down.

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He slowly opened his eyes, in dreamscape. His eyes were met immediately with Nashatra, scaring him to death. Well, obviously Nashatra laughed to this, and then reached her hand out, helping Chance get up

"Hi! Welcome back again Chance"

Chance sat up on the bed, looking at Nashatra with and raised eyebrow, curious.

"Hello to you too, Nash.. Uhm, were you waiting for me?"

Nashatra nodded, sighing

"Well, i guess I just got bored. And i learned that you usually come at these times."

Chance hummed, looking away. He actually was impressed that Nashatra caught up with his times

"That's actually very cool. You understand this world so much better than i do.. I mean.. Well obviously- you were here before me for far too long

Nashatra also followrd Chance's gaze, looking away. She thought about all those times where she fought against the Mafia members, and explored all alone

"yeah. It has been so long since i first came here"

Chance nodded, looking back at Nashatra now. Nashatra took our her notebook and looked around.

"Well, seems like we're at the 'Pink Swamps' today. Its slightly unlucky"

Chance looked outside, nodding

"Okay, yeah. Its too dark. Definitely unlucky"

Nashatra chuckled and got out of the cabin, looking around. Chance followed behind, standing next to her

"Well, what's good is that we might find some medical supplies, medkit and stuff. And most importantly, food. Honestly, now that i think about food. Im feeling hungry"

Chance grinned and put his hands on his own hips, looking at nashatra

"Hell yeah, food mentioned!! Lets turn this yucky swamp inside out!"

Nashatra chuckled, sharing Chance's enthusiasm

"That's the spirit!"

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They both started to explore the areas, trying to find food or some other supplies. And they did, especially some food for the both of . Chande suddenly had a question

"Wait, can Mafioso come here?"

Chance asked, stopping nibbling on the turkey leg they have found. Nashatra looked at him

"Well.. As far as i know, this place is too far from their Hideout.. So probably no"

Chance nodded, humming. He looked at the turkey leg, it reminded him of Telamon and his obsession over fried chicken

"Well, thats perfect. I dont want some useless Mafia members to ruin my food break, and the beautiful scenery i cant even see"

This made Nashatra bark a laugh, throwing her head back and all. Chance frowned and nudged her arm, annoyed

"Hey! Quit that!"

Nashatra finally calmed down, sighing

"Ahh.. Sorry sorry, you just caught me off guard"

After both Nashatra and Chance enjoyed their free time with no Mafia members up their as- they finally decided to leave the dreamscape to go back to their real world, since they have a life out of here.

"See you later Chance"

Nashatra said and faded into thin air, waking up in the real world. Chance sighed and opened his eyes in the real world, first saying hellow and good morning to Spade, who squeaked with an irritated tone. He slowly got up, letting Spade rest. He went to the living room, seeing others argue with Each other, which made Chance realize that he just missed a round with them

"Hey guys, how did the round go?"

Elliot sighed, he seemed annoyed. A lot

"bluudud targeted me! And i died first. I couldn't even heal anyone! Worst of them all, guest died while protecting me, trying to stop Bluudud from killing me!"

Chance frowned, crossing his arms and looking at Guest whom nodded

"Thats.. Unfortunate"

Elliot looked at Guest who seemed upset that he couldn't protect Elliot. Chance decided to try to soothe the tension

"Its fine guys, next time we'll handle it better"

Chance said, a smile on his face, trying to soothe Elliot. Guest sighed, relieved that Chance could change the topic. But Elliot still seemed annoyed

"Its not like that Chance! Im tired of others not seeing the pizza i threw them, or just ignoring it to act tough! Im tired of getting targeted and dying first just because in a healer! Im exhausted! I get nothing from these rounds except for fu-ing anger issues!"

Chance winced at the yell, surprised that Elliot snapped. The yelling got Buildermans and Telamons attention. Guest sighed, and pat Elliot's back, trying to calm him down. Chance felt bad now too. Guest looked at Elliot, turning Elliot towards him.

"Calm down buddy, we will get through all of this. If not tomorrow, someday. Alright? Believe me when i say this mate. Sometimes life can be ruthless, acting as if it chose you specifically to torture. But i promise its not like that. Okay? Listen to a fathers words. I know it most."

This made Elliot calm down, and understand the situation better. He looked down and nodded

"Yeah.. Im sorry Guest. I acted selfish.. Yelling about my own problems.."

Chance smiled, admiring Guest's way of calming down people.

"It's alright mate. We all go through something sometimes. Trust me I'd know"

Elliot chuckled, the thick tension in the air subsiding slowly. The others also calmed down, going back to their own stuff.

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So, the next chapters will contain;

Pizzaburger (ellipt x 007n7)

Buildermon (telamon x builderman)

Slight doublefedora (chance x mafioso) - (woah really? 😱)

VERY bad descriptions of coughing up blood..

Early drama 😒

PLZ TELL ME IF ANYTHING IS WRONG MY ENGLISH ISNT ENGLISHING SOMETIMES!!

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Elliot chuckled, the thick tension in the air subsiding slowly, others also calming down and going back to their works.

Builderman came with coffee in hand, handinf one to Guest one to elliot and one to Chance (big hands ig..?) They all thanked him for the nice gesture after the.. tension, sipping the coffee. Chance blew a little air to the coffee, finding it too hot for him to drink. Today ead surprisingly going smooth, except for the tension, both in dreamscape and in real life.

Chance sat down on the couch, almost getting K.O'ed by Spade, which jumped on Chance to sleep on his lap, finding it more comfortable

"Calm down buddy, i ain't going no where"

Spade squeaked, annoyed by Chance talking a lot. Builderman sat next to Chance, caressing Spade's head, gaining an adorable nuzzle. Spade suddenly got up from Chances lap and moved to Builderman, plopping himself on Buildermans lap, betraying Chance

"Wow, thanks buddy.."

Chance buffed, feeling backstabbed by his best friend. Builderman laughed, setting his mug down to the side, on a coffee table. Builderman was quite enjoying Spade's warmth on his lap, not minding the sudden betrayal Chance got

"Seems like the old man stole my bunny.. Shall i be offended?"

Builderman shrugged, looking at Chance

"Cmon man, cant an old man too have fun with an adorable bunny such as Spade?"

Chance sighed and leaned on Builderman, putting the mug away after finishing the coffee in it. Elliot saw the bundle of warmth and quickly joined in, leaning on Builderman

"Oh you children.."

Builderman wrapped one arm around Chance's back and one arm around Elliot's, sighing in concent. He was glad he could act like a father figure to most of the survivors here, even though he lacked the concent.

Chande and Elliot fell asleep, soon following Builderman. Guest looked at them, noticing the empty cups. He decided to grab them and wash, so the coffee doesn't dry out get hella annoying to wash of later on.

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Of course, while everyone else was seeing normal dreams, Chance got into dreamscape. He couldn't see Nashatra anywhere so he just thought that she was awake in the real life.

He looked around, seeing that he was im 'Dying Mall' he then used te trick Nashatra teached him, taking out the screen that usually reminded him of c00lGui, looking at his studs. *23.671* well, that was good. He wasn't in debt, but actually instead, he was rich. He walked around the map, trying to find the shop Nashatra always talked about to him.

After a few minutes of walking and exploration, he finally spotted it, getting in, the door letting out a soft bell sound. He saw a Android looking girl with straight blue hair, with a Tiara. He walked toward the register, looking away, feeling overwhelmed by her piercing gaze that told him there was more to her than just a shopkeeper..

The shopkeeper smiled quickly, seeming to know who Chance was..

"Welcome. Anything you'd like to buy?"

Her soft voice snapped him out of his daze.

"Ah.. Yes, ma'am.. Uh, is there anything i could buy to eat?"

She looked over at a shelf, filled with snacks and some other edible stuff, following her gaze, Chance looked there too, as he was about to speak, the girl did

"There are food there. Come back here for the price. Please do not steal."

Chance raised his eyebrow at the warning, but shrugged and walked towards the aisle. He scanned it up and down with his eyes, trying to spot something familiar and fit his mood.

Then he spotted them.. CHIPS. he grabbed them quickly and moved towards the registration, handing the chips over to the girl. The girl seemed surprised a little, but glad that Chance didn't steal anything.. Knowing SOMEONE. Did always..

"Its, 1.370 studs."

The girl said, looking up at Chance. Chance hummed, and somehow gave the studs over to her, and the girl gave Chance the chips, smiling as always

"Good days, ma'am."

Chance looked down at the chips, the overwhelming feeling of being stabbed by stares finally subsiding as he got further off the shop

He walked around for a while, trying to find somewhere that isnt.. Under debris, or dust.. When he finally found somewhere, he sat down and opened the chips, slowly eating them..