- Chance is 36！
- Chance is 6’0！
- Chance is a smooth talker！
- Chance uses He/They and nonbinary！
- Chance LOVES risk taking！
- Chance has a poker face！
- Chance owns a casino outside of Forsaken！
- Chance ALWAYS wears their sunglasses ！
- Chance enjoys knitting, playing piano and boasting！
- Chance THINKS they're charming！
- Chance has a massive FAT black bunny named Spade outside of Forsaken！
- Chance grew up in a rich family！
- Chance finds Forsaken all just a game to be played、even if it's their reality at the moment and basically life or death everyday.
- Chance can be a lazy egoist at times。。
((Hello！This is based off a song lyrics — TWOTIME POV、!Chance x Transfem!Twotime。ALSO, please use Twotime’s pronouns。They go by THEY/THEM canonly！))
(( Lyric！))
((“A cigarette pressed between her lips but、 I'm staring at her tits！It's the wrong way！” —WRONG WAY))
TIPS FOR TWOTIME！
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The map was Ultimate Assassin Grounds — the killer was Gasharpoon John doe！ Chance was patiently waiting beside their team's healer — Elliot！In hopes he will get off cooldown soon and get the CHANCE to heal him，get the joke？There was two minutes on the clock and Chance was on a little above 40% health.
Chance couldn't resist the aching urge to bicker to Elliot，flipping a coin between his fingers to keeping himself active and moving. Chance presumed Mr. doe was being distracted by a different teammate at the lake — right？They could hear stun sound effects left and right they must be doin’ something right！
“So, ‘bout that heeaall..？” Chance complained，becoming impatient to Elliot’s silence. A smirk plastered on their face — hiding his inner unsteadiness. “Here，just take my ‘kit.” He'd hear Elliot’s fed up voice bark; Sliding a closed medkit into Chance’s possession. “By now I should be in debt from how much I say I'll pay y’ back.” Chance snickered，trying to smooth talk Elliot’s tension away. His plan always faltered though — How could this man always be so annoyed！
His laughter settled into a awkward silence as he received a dry，“Yeah.” tough crowd. Chance grasped the medkit in his gloved hands，slowly opening to see a few bandages and gauze tape. Wrapping his shoulder tightly in the products — being wounded from a failed gun shot. It was their own fault though — they added more gun powder to his flint gun for the adrenaline thrill and rush.
“Thanks，Bud.” Chances lips parted in a huff，throwing the empty medkit into the ground below. Chance grasped his fedora and tipped it to Elliot. Thinking he looked charming with his ‘thank you’ gesture. He exited the brown house with a smirk，making his way to the lake area of the map to see if it was active. Wanting to fire off his gun once more to stun the killer.
They couldn't help but hum a tune to theirself，flipping his ‘lucky coin’ between his gloved fingers as a stim. A subtle audio blaring out his black headphones，hips swaying to the beat in his mind. His poker face widening as he stopped in his tracks. His eyes glaring through his black tinted sunglasses — the lake was shockingly active at the moment. Just perfect！A daring glint shined over his sunglasses as his hand went to his gun holster，pulling out his flint gun. Watching Gasharpoon John doe circle their Builderman teammate. “MOVE！” Chance warned，hesitating to pull his trigger before Builderman moved out the way. As a few tense moments passed he successfully fired his gun — Stunning Gasharpoon John doe in the moment. Feeling proud in himself，Chance slid his hands to his hips.
His eyes darts as he saw a figure charging John Doe’s back — that lunatic Twotime. Wanting their credit for the stun，back stabbing the killer with their dagger. Chance was fascinated by them，also afraid. They had a manic aura. His eyes ignored his fear — wandering over them as they went in for the stab. The way their black hair swayed, their scarf moved, how their body moved fluently. His disobedient eyes couldn’t resist looking down their bodysuit . . It was the wrong way！