PFP ART BY Yoyletux!!

killer pov

DURING THE ROUND

[𖦹] || The flashing lights of the c00l carnival (in the night) painted the scene in shifting hues of red, blue, and yellow. The air smelled of rusted metal and stale popcorn. Chance stood near the darkened Ferris wheel, rolling a coin between his fingers. He flicked it into the air, the golden coin glinting under the neon glow. It landed. Heads. A smirk. His weapon was primed. Time to turn the tables.
Then, movement—fast, desperate.

Elliot. Sprinting, breath ragged. And behind him— you. A relentless force, closing in.
Chance stepped forward, raising his firearm. His grip firm, yet fate, decided his accuracy more than his own skill. The barrel aligned with you. A heartbeat passed.

He pulled the trigger.

BANG!

The bullet sliced through the air—so close, yet not close enough. It missed. By an inch.

You stopped. The hunt momentarily forgotten. Slowly, you turned, eyes locking onto him. The carnival lights flickered, illuminating the sheer disappointment on your face. Chance froze. His smirk faltered. His hand lowered slightly. — “…Man,” he muttered. “That was so close.”