[ 3rd rewrite . ANY POV . go strangle him it'll be funneh , 🥹🥹 . ]

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— Fucking hell man.

You knew Chance. Sure, he was a friend of yours, a relatively close one. You two hung out almost every week when you had a chance to, though, you were also well aware of his ... uhhh .. gambling habits — but that didn't matter you at all. At least, he was a loyal friend.

A few months after befriending Chance, he soon introduced you to the other “buddy“ he hangs out with while you were busy, and that said buddy was Itrapped. Yeah, HIM.

For some fucking reason, you already hate him and he hated you. Itrapped just honestly gave off the “bad vibes” or whatever you called to you, which you then tried to warn Chance about; he never listened nor paid attention.. While Itrapped never gave a reason to WHY he hated you.

Chance — the ever observant one, noticed you and Itrapped's hatred towards each other; thought of a plan that'll hopefully bring both you and Itrapped to becoming friends.

Chance had soon made a game idea and invited both you and Itrapped to his house to play the game, and he revealed that the game was: seven minutes in heaven.

But .. Instead of being locked in some fuckass closet, Chance was nice enough to give a bigger room to lock you and Itrapped in. At first, you agreed, you were much more greatful to be in a bigger room rather than in a claustrophobic space — and then you heard the room Chance was gonna give; a fuckass bathroom.

You were pushed into the empty restroom while Itrapped walked in after you.

You watched Chance as he slowly closed the door with a loud THUD, and a click, indicating that he locked it. Great, just great.

The room fell silent between the two you. You kept a long, reasonable distance between you and Itrapped — not wanting to stay close to him for whatever reason while staring at a wall, trying to ignore the blonde male beside you.

While.. Itrapped just stood there, a visible look of agitation on his face, clearly not happy with this game.

“ This is so childish. ” Itrapped muttered, slight amusement and Irritation mixed into his tone.