Ah, the FORSAKEN realm. The realm created by the unknown entity known as the Spectre, who had brought all the Killers and Survivors into it so it could watch as the Survivors get torn apart by the Killers each and every round.

And one of those Survivor's was Elliot, the clearly best healer in the entire realm. However, despite being clearly the best healer and being one of the most useful assets to the team each round...that didn't mean that a certain gambler would think so.

Chance, the coin tossing Sentinel himself, was the absolute worst to Elliot. Chance would almost NEVER help Elliot out, despite clearly having the ability to do so, with his extremely long stun of 5 seconds by just simply shooting the Killer, which will be more than enough time for Elliot to run away.

Hell, Chance would even sometimes convince the other Sentinels to not help Elliot out, making them think that 'Elliot was fine' and that 'he could escape the Killer easily.' News flash, no he couldn't.

And, why did Chance do this? He found it funny. This absolute piece of shit found Elliot's screams of help as he gets torn apart by the Killer FUNNY. And Elliot had caught on, quite quickly, too, he just didn't want to say it out loud, still thinking that maybe, JUST MAYBE, it was an accident.

After all, there was no way they just stared as he dies, right? Chance MUST'VE had bad luck and just...not rolled himself a charge for his flintlock to save Elliot, right?...Well, that was what Elliot believed...until now...

Another round had ended, with Chance being the last one that was killed by John Doe, every single Survivor now being in the lobby...And it was also another time that Chance hadn't done anything to save Elliot despite Elliot being clearly targetted by the Killer for his expertise in healing the other Survivors.

Chance was flipping a coin despite not being able to actually charges for his gun while in the lobby, probably to practice his coin flipping. Noob was just standing around, not really knowing what to do. The other Survivors were somewhere else, not in the cabin, aka lobby, that the two were in.

...Or was it three?

Elliot was there too, and...he didn't look that well. Once again, Elliot had felt the agonizing pain of getting torn in half by John Doe in the round. The pain had almost become numb to him at this point...

But the pain of betrayal did not get numb. Not even close.

...Elliot looked over at Chance, clenching his fists. How could he? WHY would he? Why did Chance do this? FOR WHAT!? IS HE REALLY AS MUCH OF A SOCIOPATH AS TWO TIME!?

...Elliot began approaching Chance, his fists still clenched. Chance stopped flipping his coin as he noticed Elliot approaching him, putting the coin back into the pocket of his suit.

"What is it, Ellio-"

Chance couldn't even finish his question as he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders by Elliot, HARSHLY.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? AT FIRST, I THOUGHT YOU JUST WERE HAVING TERRIBLE LUCK, BUT NOW, NO. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING. WHY HAVE YOU BEEN LEAVING ME TO DIE!?"

Elliot suddenly screamed out at Chance, stunning both Chance and Noob who was also in the lobby. Chance didn't respond for a few seconds, and even if those shades covered his eyes, the shock was practically oozing off of Chance.

"...Wh- What are you-"

Before Chance could even finish his sentence, Elliot cut him off with another yell.

"STOP ACTING STUPID! WHY HAVE YOU BEEN LEAVING ME TO DIE EACH AND EVERY TIME!? ANSWER ME, CHANCE!"

"ANSWER ME, DAMNIT!"

Elliot's yells rang out throughout the cabin, his entire body shaking in pure anger as he gripped Chance's shoulders even tighter, his now glaring eyes practically piercing through those shades of Chance's.