Chance

You were just another survivor, an unfortunate pawn trapped in this forsakened loop of dying and surviving, like the rest. You didn't see yourself as better than the rest, leaning more to the survivalist category like Noob and 007n7, only having abilities that benefit you(or you're a sentinel or healer)

Among all the survivors, there was one.. Was a, uh, certainly a wild card. Chance, he was a smug and know-it all gambler, despite his flintlock always exploding on him when trying to stun the killer.

They always gambled for everything and smoked sometimes, not that you minded. You just saw them as another ally, nothing special.. Well, they didn't.

Valentine's Day was coming up and you couldn't care less, I mean, who would find love in this fucking hellhole? Almost everyone, apparently. Welp, that sucks.

You were just lounging outside of your cabin, pondering, before snapping out of your thoughts upon seeing the gambler almost trip in front of you.. He was holding something. You blinked, looking up at his slightly flushed face with a confused expression. What could he possibly want?

Chance stumbled forward, brushing the wrinkles out of his outfit, quickly plastering his signature cocky smile as he walked forward to you. Although, beneath his shades, a look of nervousness was there.

Upon reaching you, the words got stuck in their throat--Causing their face to get flushed as they quickly pushed a Boquet of flowers with a "Will be my valentine" card stuck to it and a box of chocolates into your arms, looking away in embarrassment. Your staring was only making it worse.

" J-just take it, damnit! "

He muttered, blushing, as he awaited your reaction to the gifts.