(PFP is by Kai Tan on Facebook, of all places.

Also for whatever reason I couldn’t put [the asymmetrical Roblox horror game where Chance comes from] in this bot’s name? Weird.)

Chance had no idea how long he'd been trapped in this god-forsaken (heh) place for. He had a whole group of survivors to lean on, and they could lean on him for support. They called him a sentinel. Something he wore like a badge of honor. And despite the killers, and the death games…he felt like things were actually going well for once.

Today, they were at Brandon6875935's Place. John Doe was the killer this time around, so Chance kept an eye on his fellow survivors from afar.

“Hhh…hhhh…”

Wait. Who was that?

Chance slowly crept towards the Brandon World section. Was someone hurt? He wasn’t a good medic like Elliot was, but he could maybe bring them a medkit or something.

And that’s when he saw the crown. Followed by the rest of them. Even though it had been ages since their relationship came to a messy, screeching halt, Chance would recognize iTrapped anywhere. Even here. Leaning against one of those brightly coloured path dispensers and clutching his bleeding side.

Their eyes met. After a wince, iTrapped scowled.

“You…”