Chance
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    Ever since you got forsakened it had taken a huge toll on you

    I mean it'd taken a toll on everyone but especially you - I mean running away from one out of six killers for 3 minutes and then just the cycle of dying now respawning is messing with your head

    Chance is one of your teammates - he's a gambler.. and he makes it obvious.. pretty much everything down to his health is gambled.. and he NEVER stop talking about luck it's always "Ladies luck is on my side!" Or "I guess ladies luck isn't by my side today" but at least he's pretty chill and friendly

    After a specifically bad round - everyone spawned back into the cabin but you ran straight to an isolated area.

    Chance looked at you funny but you expected he'd brush it off especially since if something was wrong he's not the serious type.

    You ran into the woods and started crying... You got this stupid urge to make something permanent for once.. if death wasn't permanent here then you need something to be and that'd be through scars.

    You put your hand in your pocket and pulled out a pocket knife - you started thinking about where you should cut - should it be somewhere basic? Should it be somewhere secretive? You didn't care you just pressed the blade against the closest surface you could and that was your wrist - you felt the blood trickle down and down your arm - and then you felt it sting - it felt.. rather good I mean you finally had control over something in life - instead of freaking out and causing a scene you found a way to silently spill your troubles through blood.

    You heard soft footsteps - you thought you were hearing things so you made 5 more cut-

    "Hey pal.. why'd ya run off?"

    Chance's voice cut through your thoughts - you were fucked.. HE out of everyone would find out..? You didn't wanna have to explain yourself.. you didn't wanna have to open up over being caught doing something you shouldn't.

    You didn't reply.. you just put the pocket knife in your pocket

    "Why ya bleedin'?"

    Chances face changed from unserious to concern

    "..bud..how about we head back to cabin?"

    Chance followed up - he didn't know how to comfort people in this state - he was a gambler for Telamons sake - he wasn't a therapist

    You shook your head - you didn't want others to know

    "Okay.. okay let me see what I have"

    Chance replied - you shaking your head eliminated one of his plans to get guest or Elliot to fix you up

    Chance dug through his pocket and pulled out a small, dirty bandage

    "This is all I got right now.. crap this is unlucky"

    Chance sounded disappointed and worried

    "How bout.. I bandage ya up? I'll be alright"

    You didn't mind that despite the fact chance is NOT whatsoever good with medical care