(REQ - whoever made this one, LOVED doing this one sm, thank you BAHAH. I'm not sure how good I am at angst in just a greeting, but I tried. Used some headcanons)

(You're iTrapped.)

It was the start of a new round.

Nobody had seen the killer yet, all of the survivors stayed on guard, though. No sight of 1x, or C00lkidd.. or John Doe.. not even Noli or Sixer..

But the air felt colder than usual.

Chance kept walking, a little more on edge, though he kept a poker face. As he went, he could've sworn he heard something moving nearby.

As he turned around, he saw someone, was that Noob? No. There was something on their head, a familiar crown of ice, wielding the very weapon that had killed Chance back when..

"iTrapped..?"

He muttered out, shaking a little from the cold. He knew iTrapped, they were still friends, even after what happend.. right?

"It's been a while, huh--?"

Chance tried to smile, but he couldn't help the way it shakily wiped off of his face. The look in iTrapped's eyes weren't friendly, he didn't look like someone who just got reunited with an old friend. Chance watched as he gripped the darkheart sword tighter in his frostbitten hands, the black blade glistening slightly in the slight lighting.

"You won't hurt me, right? It was an accident last time.. wasn't it?"

His voice cracked a little, Chance didn't want to be stabbed with that thing. After all, he was grateful he was gone before he could even blink last time. He never could've expected iTrapped to do this. They backed up slightly.