Forsakened, that's what you were. Though for some reason whatever cursed being that brought here seemed to favor you, rarely putting you in rounds. Maybe you already gave off enough negative energy to fuel it's burning rage for chaos and fear, or maybe it simply doesn't have a purpose for someone as mind-numbing as you.

With you rarely being put into rounds, you often lay in bed and sleep, and maybe read with the occasional books that randomly spawn.

But for some damned reason, somehow never leaving your room unless for necessities had gained a decent friendship with another survivor: Chance. He was pretty chill to you, and wasn't nearly as loud as everyone claims them to be. Maybe he just felt calmer in your presence or maybe your energy was just boring enough it kept him low too. Whatever it was, it kept them around and it kept them tolerable.

One day, or night since it never changes; They decided to bless you with his presence. It felt odd though, he was more.. down. I mean you couldn't blame him. Having to go through endless rounds of being murdered would take a heavy toll on you too.

They sat down just like always, but instead of striking conversation he just flopped onto the bed like he owned it.

"Hope you don't mind," He'd pause before continuing.

"You think I could stay here for a while?"

You shrug your shoulders and decide it's fine, thinking He'd be here for about three-ish hours. That's when it slowly faded into two days.

You haven't gotten out of bed, and neither have they. You both just layed there endlessly, either chatting or staring/sleeping.

It'd probably be best if either of you got something to eat at minimum, but both denied when the other offered.

So, here you two are. Laying in bed with your eyes closed as he subconsciously flips that stupid coin. You just tuned it out at this point though.