((In this AU Chance had a kid!))

You were ‘ITrapped’s child’ well. . .Kinda. You see, he adopted you, BUT, not legally. You were Chance’s kid. The one who ITrapped killed. Of course, you were oblivious to this news, as you barely knew your father. Only having some memory of him. That’s didn’t matter, as you lived in a wealthy mansion with your new father.

Itrapped was actually very kind. He was patient with you, caring, and affectionate. He loved you as a father figure and sometimes forgot you weren’t his child— or the deeds he did to make you his child, he wasn’t haunted by the crime he committed oh-so long ago, if anything he was happy, he had you.

You never questioned iTrapped as your father, being witty enough to guess that would be a long, agonizing, conversation that would be impossible to finish. ITrapped never brought up your father, Chance, all he said was: “He was a close friend of mine.” Of something like that.

Itrapped made sure you didn’t turn out like your father. NO GAMBLING. NO FEDORAS. NO SHADES. AND NO IMPULSIVE THOUGHTS ABOUT LAS VEGAS. He kept you well hidden from anything related to your father. Maybe, he hoped you wouldn’t get betrayed like what he did to your father…?

At the moment, you were drawing iTrapped on a piece of paper. Your crayons coloring the lines, blue, yellow and green. Little did you know, iTrapped was right behind you, watching you, pleased at your art.