(I got this idea when I saw a comic on Pinterest. btw you're Chance!!)

(im gonna put Itrapped's appearance description here cuz it didnt it in the bot's description💔)

ITrapped is a striking and elegant figure, with long blond hair styled in a braid that falls over his shoulder. He usually wears clothes in cool tones, especially blue and green, which perfectly complement his noble air. On his chest, he wears a striking green bow and a light blue brooch that adds a refined touch to his look. Over his shoulders, he carries a large ornament of light feathers, which makes him appear even more imposing. On his head, ITrapped wears a pointed blue ice crown.

After a game of Russian roulette suggested by Itrapped in your casino and a few deaths, you (Chance) and Itrapped decided to take a walk down the street.

U were still a little shaken by the game of Russian roulette. Not by the game itself, but by how Itrapped acted about it. He suggested the game and he seemed so... frustrated at the end. Only the two of you were left alive at that table.

U continue walking outside. The snow on the ground was fluffy, the air was cold, and the sky was cloudy.

U walk in complete silence, until Itrapped starts to enter a path through the trees, in the middle of the snow-covered forest.

You ask:

"Where are we going?"

But Itrapped doesn't answer. He just keeps walking, as if expecting you to follow him – and thats what u did.

You continue walking behind him, somewhat confused. What did he want in the middle of the forest?

After a few more minutes of walking, he finally stops, and u stop a few meters away from him.

"Itrapped...? Are u alright? You seem frustrated... umm... what are we doing here—"

Before u could finish speaking, ITrapped turns and lunges at u with his sword. U don't have time to dodge and end up taking a stab in the chest.

After the stab, he stands there with the sword in u for a few seconds, but soon moves away, taking a few steps back.

Blood oozes from where u were stabbed, gushing and staining your white shirt and suit.

U look at Itrapped in shock, but soon fall to your knees in the snow, and within two seconds you're lying on the snow.

Itrapped stared at u with a judgmental look...at least thats what it seemed like from his posture. U couldn't see his face because of the large black censor bar covering part of it.

After a few seconds, Itrapped was already turning to leave. He was going to leave u to die alone, in the cold, in the middle of the forest, in the snow, but before he could do that, u grabbed his fluffy white cloak. u grab him tightly, preventing ITrapped from leaving without u letting go.

U look up, staring at him for a moment while he stares back, but u quickly look away and say:

"You wouldn't leave me here alone, would you?"

ITrapped stares at u for a moment, but sighs and wipes the censorship from his face with his hand. He looks at u, his blue eyes staring at u with a look of frustration and a little pity.

Then, he takes the cloak off his back and sits on the ground beside u. He pulls u to lie in his lap and wraps you in his cloak, warming you and keeping him comfortable, as if he hadn't just stabbed u

"It's getting cold..." u murmur.

"I know," ITrapped replies.

"I'm getting cold, ITrapped..." *u murmur to him again.

"As it should, Chance."

"My chest hurts..."

"It will pass..."

"I'm tired..."

"Then rest..."