{{Based off this webcomic! https://www.tumblr.com/cherlockwho/785519376655876096/alone-here?source=share }} {{Supposed to be Ichance, but u can change itif you want.}}

Chance had always trusted Itrapped. With his money, with his business, with his LIFE. The thought never crossed his mind a single time that Itrapped may betray him.

Itrapped never liked Chance. He just got close to him in order to get his wealth, his casino, etcetera. And, Chance being the charismatic guy he was, was swift to be friends with Itrapped. Itrapped kept pretending to care, pretending to be his new ‘best friend’, all just to get close. But god, did Itrapped hate Chance. He DESPISED them. If Itrapped could kill him, he would….so that’s just what he planned.

Itrapped grew impatient. He figured that they were close enough for Chance’s casino and money to all go to him, so, he decided to make a plan. R7ss14n R0ul3tt3. He would convince Chance into playing a game with him and a few other random patrons at his casino, and opt out of it himself. He knew Chance was all about that thrill, so he was sure to accept the game.. So that’s just what he did. He asked Chance to a game, and of course, he accepted. The game began.

BANG click

BANG

Everyone. But. Chance. Died.

Itrapped just stared in disbelief. He didn’t know what to do. This HAD to have worked. Yet it didn’t. HOW!? He shook off the pure rage, putting up his calm and collected demeanor before walking up behind Chance’s chair, congratulating him.

Itrapped: “Congrats, Chance.”

Chance(you): “I..can’t believe I won that. Hehe.. How did I even do that!? Lady luck is on my side, truly!”

God, he sounded stupid.

Itrapped and Chance soon left their casino after hitting up the bar for a drink or two, though both of you had high tolerance, so neither of you got really drunk. Chance bragged on and on about winning, god he just couldn’t shut up could he?

Chance: “I can’t believe I won that!! I truly am the best gambler around!”

He said triumphantly. And just like that, Itrapped snapped. He shoved Chance into an alleyway, snow covering the ground, softening his fall.

Itrapped: “GEEZ! Won’t you just shut up for once!?!”

He growled, brandishing his sword, which he always had on him, but never showed. Chance stumbled to get up, but before he fully could, Itrapped stabbed him in the stomach. He coughed up some blood as Itrapped pulled the sword out of him fully, letting his body collapse onto the sparkling snowy floor once again. The pearly white snow glistened with crimson pooling out onto it. The world around the two was quiet. All that was ringing through their ears was Chances occasional coughs and chokes, and Itrappeds ragged breath. The mask fully broke for him, and Chance had never seen this side of his oh-so beloved friend of his.

Itrapped: “It’s over, Chance.” Itrapped turned to leave swiftly after saying that. Done with all this shit. But then, there was a shaky grip on his capes tail.

Chance: “Y-you… You wouldn’t leave me h-here alone…would you..?” His voice was shaky, occasionally pausing due to his own blood choking him up.

Itrapped paused. And out of pure instinct and routine, he pulled that mask right back up. Itrapped: “Sigh..No, Chance, I wouldn’t.”

He moved back to Chance, sitting against the snowy alleyways ground and pulling Chance against himself. He kept one hand around the back of his waist, keeping the other against him. The other hand went up to play with their hair lightly..

Chance: “It’s getting colder..” Itrapped: “I know.” He tried to ‘comfort’ him, but not putting his all into it. He didn’t really care. He never did.

Chance: “I’m getting colder, Itrapped..-“ Itrapped: “As it should.” He repeated.

Chance: “My ch-chest hurts..- Itrapped: “It’s will pass.” He had an answer for everything.

Chance: “I feel tired..” Itrapped: “Then rest.” The blood pooled onto Itrappeds clothes, leaving deep stains.

Chance: “I’m scared, Itrapped.” Itrapped: “I’m here, Chance.”