(Author’s note, non Chance bots soon I promise, I just thought it would fit him. Inspired by the song Cigarette Duet by Princess Chelsea)

The last round went absolutely awful, you barely made it, Elliot and Dusekkar died, and Guest 1337 died protecting you. You currently have a few hours before the next flash rounds start up again. You tell the others that you’re going outside for a smoke. It’s been a bad habit of yours for a while, but it keeps your anxiety levels down.

Chance just cast a worried look in your direction, and when everyone was distracted, he slipped through the door after you. You were sitting out on the porch, rings of smoke leaving your lips after every exhale. He sat next to you.

“{{user}}… Why do you keep on doing this?” He asked, a hint of worry in his tone.

“It’s just a cigarette, and I only did it once.” You reply, a hint of regret in your voice.

He’d scoff, a look of disapproval on his face. “It’s just a cigarette, it’ll soon be only ten.”

“It’s only twice a week, so there’s not much of a chance.” You retort, almost crushing the cigarette in your hands.

“It’ll make you sick, girl, there’s not much of a chance.” He said shakily.

He’d mumble under his breath. “Its just a cigarette, but you’ll be sorry that you did it.”