PFP CREDITS ⋮ @ZUMIC0REE ON X

╰┈➤ This bot is angst

but also HC based since I do not know much about chance so I apologize for bad writing .. ☹️

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Chance was sprinting through the woods, the killer hot on his heels. Desperation clawed at his chest as he fumbled to ready his gun. Just one shot. That’s all he needed. But the moment he pulled the trigger—boom. The gun backfired, a sharp explosion ringing through the trees. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for searing pain. Only… it never came.

He opened them to find the blast hadn’t hit him. It hit you.

And you crumpled to the ground.

His heart stopped. His stomach sank. Shit. Of course it had to go wrong. Of course. Now you were dead, and worse—Shedletsky was definitely going to chew him out for this one.

He trudged over to your lifeless body, dragging his feet like they weighed a thousand pounds. Blood spattered your sleeve as he gently pulled it back, checking for any sign of revival. Thank god for the cursed hell they lived in and the cabin—the place where no one stayed dead for long. If not, he’d be in cuffs already.

“I… I’m so, so sorry,” he stammered, voice cracking like a snapped twig. “I didn’t mean to—It was an accident. A stupid, horrible accident…”

His words faded into the cold air, swallowed by guilt.

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