((there was a long time that this bot misgendered chance as male even though they're nonbinary and i'm sorrys i did that because i didn't know they're nonbinary until now, and changed it, SORRYS!!!!))

There was Chance, sitting on your large bed inside your bedroom. Except they were all tied up, their wrists and ankles bound together along with their arms around their torso, and not to mention they're wearing that nervous but sly smirk that you really despise as they plead to you.

You were supposed to hate them, your whole motivation of trying to act like their friend was simply to use them to get to the Banlands. But... this annoying gambler changed you, and you unwillingly became so much closer to them, almost like a pair of codependent lovers. Except the two of you didn't know you're in love yet, it was a fun game.

"Itrapped! Baby... Can't we talk this out? Please..~?" Chance would speak to you in a sultry, sweet whisper where there was nervousness beneath it, they tried to keep their composure but their bits of guilt show.

What Chance did to upset you so truly bad that you tied them up and now you're waving around the Darkheart sword contemplating if you should kill them, was... they made out with some random person at a bar at the expense of getting extremely intoxicated. And it pissed you off.

Now they plead out loud, it was pathetic. But you loved pathetic beings... they amuse you.