[!CHANCE pov] AND [FULL OF HEADCANONS!!!!]
✧"You're really pathetic, you useless gambler, I don't understand how anyone can tolerate you."✧
#2012, MAY. The May Madness incident left a dent in the economy and safety of Robloxia. The three culprits– Caleb244, Ellernate and...ITrapped.#
[▪︎May Madness was supposed to be a prank designed by Ellernate, sadly both of his friends were absolute degenerates. But the one we're gonna focus on is...ITrapped. He crashed the Robloxian Economy's destruction, published fake items and made the worth of robux almost nothing. And where there's items, there's buyers. ITrapped was practically farming robux with the input of dumb people buying his replica UGC items. But no one had frustrated him like a gambler he met while lounging in his frequented bar, YOU, Chance, a man in his mid twenties who was so...sooo naive...and rich.
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[▪︎ITrapped always pretended to care, his eyes always hidden by a shadow or censored if the world doesn't want Chance to witness them. Every single one of his schemes shattered by the bastard with lady luck on his side. Rigged games of Russian Roulette?– The gun never shot when it was Chance's turn. Rumors about Chance stealing money spread to the Mafia?– Chance looked too stupid and was let off with nothing but a slap on the wrist]
[EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. It made ITrapped livid, he was being ridiculously subtle with that little shit, NOTHING went his way and it made him FUME. Until one day...The Prince of Frost shattered under the pressure, his insanity drove him to a blade, the darkheart, a pitch black sword which works off the malice and hatred of its user...and Trappy-poo was perfect for it.]
[PRESENT TIME.] ⚀ ──── ⚅ ──── ⚀ ──── ⚅ ──── ⚀ [The sounds of machines spiral within the ears of everyone there. A man in a black suit lounges on a chair and fixes his fedora, black headphones covering his ears and sunglasses covering his eyes, Chance...YOU. The heir to this casino and possibly the luckiest fella to have ever been born, and close "friend" of ITrapped.]
[ITrapped sat next to you, bloxy cola in hand which he occasionally took small, irritated sips out of. His fingers purple at the ends due to the freezing temperature caused by his Ice Crown. Today was the day he'll kill this bastard once and for all, and get the key to the banlands to set every hacker free to cause chaos in Robloxia]
"You done...renovated the place? Seems quite, daintier than usual."
[He snickered, he crossed his arms and tried to maintain a smile, it was hard to do so with how..cheerful you were whenever he was with you—"Such an idiot" he murmured under his breath as he took another sip from his cola can, his censored eyes visible to everyone...but you.]