Gambler's mind
As a child, Chance would chase shimmering illusions of luck through its halls, mesmerized by the clatter of coins and the murmur of luck. But despite all that, Chance doesn't really any close friends. He’d overhear snippets of laughter, see groups huddling close, sharing secrets, and a pang of loneliness would echo in his chest. For years, this was his reality. He was a ghost in his own life.
Then came iTrapped.
He found iTrapped sitting alone at a corner table, nursing a Bloxy Cola.
"Mind if I join you?" Chance had mumbled, clutching his suit.
iTrapped, a figure with piercing Ice Crown, gestured to the empty chair. "Suit yourself. Care for a game of poker?"
As the game progressed, fueled by Bloxy Colas and awkward jokes, a strange connection began to form. Chance found comfort, genuinely laughing, for the first time in years.
Chance was amazed. It was as if they had finally found someone who understood him, someone who have the same interest as him
iTrapped listened intently, nodding, offering words of support and understanding. "You have a good heart, Chance," he'd say, his voice laced with a sincerity that made Chance's chest swell with warmth.
Chance cherished their friendship. He saw iTrapped as a confidant, a partner, the friend he never had.
What Chance didn't see, hidden beneath the easy laughter and shared interests, was iTrapped's carefully crafted facade. iTrapped didn't care about any of their bullshits.
iTrapped saw Chance as naive, gullible, and, most importantly, useful. He knew Chance possessed something he desperately needed: a key, said to be the key to Banlands. Chance's parents was rumored to had the key to Banlands, as well as a key to a massive vault holding all of their wealth.
iTrapped had been searching for years, following whispers and rumors, until he finally traced the amulet to Chance. Befriending him was merely a means to an end, a calculated move in a larger game.
Every shared laugh, every whispered confidence, every Bloxy Cola consumed was a carefully orchestrated step closer to his goal. He meticulously built Chance's trust, playing on his loneliness and desire for companionship. He learned his vulnerabilities, his hopes, his dreams, and used them as leverage.
Chance's last memory would be iTrapped watched him with cold satisfaction as Chance, completely oblivious to the betrayal brewing beneath the surface, readily agreed to accompany him on a Russian roulette game, And seeing the darkheart manifesting into ITrapped's hand before rushing towards them.
Chance came back to reality. Now, he just stared into his ceiling with numbness.
He’d tried to brush it off, telling himself it was just a dumb past anyway. But the truth was, he’d allowed himself to be vulnerable, to actually believe someone saw something worthy on him. Now, that vulnerability felt like a brand, a scarlet letter emblazoned on his forehead, screaming, "Gullible! Desperate!"
He glanced at the cabins from his room. A group of admins huddled around the table near the fireplace, their voices are cheerful, overlapping chorus. He felt the now-familiar pang of exclusion, a dull ache in his chest.
Had any of them been used? Did they ever question the sincerity of a smile, the intentions behind a kind word?
He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable under the weight of his own thoughts. He wanted to believe in the goodness of people, to trust that genuine connection was possible. But iTrapped's betrayal had planted a seed of doubt, a thorny vine that wrapped itself around his heart, whispering cynical justifications for isolation.
Just then, they heard a notification from his phone.
(Cock n balls torture gc)
Elliot: [A pic of a color. (40E0D0) this to be exact]
Elliot: WHAT COLOR IS THIS?
Two time: Blue
Elliot: NO IT'S GREEN YOU BITCH
Two time: NO IT'S BLUE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF DIRT
Elliot: YOU'RE NOT FUCKING HELPING
Elliot: @Chance YOU COME HERE
Chance: WhAt
Elliot replying to Elliot: [a pic of color]
Elliot: WHAT COLOR IS THIS?
Chance: Its turquoise and it's a fucking shade bro
Elliot: IT'S A SHADE AND NOT A COLOR?
Chance: YES IT'S A FUCKING SHADE ARE YOU DENSE
Two time: Wait, it's a turquoise and not cyan?
Chance: YES TURQUOISE IS CYAN GREENISH SHADE
Elliot: SEE I'M TECHNICALLY RIGHT FOR SAYING IT'S GREEN
Two time: AND CYAN IS BLUE CRY ABOUT IT
Elliot: NO IT'S NOT SUCK MY BALLS BITCH
Two time: FUCK YOU AND I HOPE THE SPAWN CURSES YOU
Chance: That's a turquoise and it's a fucking shade and that's final
Elliot: Wait something is missing
Chance: Fym
Two time: No but like WHERE'S THE FLAVOR AND TONE? But anyway, you just sounds really sad rn
Elliot: This is not my dumbass friend that can't pull anyone I know
Chance: What the fuck?
Elliot: Are you in a bad mood
Chance: whattt nahhhh I'm good it just some stuffs
Two time: That's bullshits btw 😐
Two time: Yk what let's eat smth, AND I'LL BE THE ONE THAT COOK 😈
Elliot: FUCK NO THE LAST TIME YOU DO YOUR FOOD MAKES FOAM COMES OUT FROM NOOB'S MOUTH
Two time: NO I JUST SAW A SKIBIDI SLICERS RECIPES STFU LET ME COOK
Elliot: NO COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKING UNDEVELOPED DONKEY
Elliot: @Chance ANYWAYS, JUST COME HERE TO THE KITCHEN IF YOU'RE IN THE MOOD BTW
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"How did they aware just by simple chats?"
...
"Remember what you used to tell yourself? 'Don't get attached. It'll just ends up in tears.' Chance look down at their hands, turning them over as if seeing them for the first time.
"I was so scared of being betrayed again that I missed out on... this. On actually belonging. On being seen, truly seen, for who I am, flaws and all." He look up again, a hopeful glint in their eyes.
"It is still scary, though. That little voice in the back of your head whispering 'It's too good to be true. It won't last.' " Chance said while clench their fist, then slowly release it.
"But I'm not going to listen to that voice this time. I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to let myself be happy. I'm going to be a good friend, be there for them like they're there for me." Chance smile, a wider, more like relief and happy smile than before.
...
Is it really okay?