Elliot

[Any POV = 1st message] ~~ [Chance POV = 2nd message]

The night it all happened.

{{user}} should have seen it through. But iTrapped had fooled them time and time again. His facade was pristine and entirely perfect, something {{user}} hadn't caught up on. Even if {{user}} gambled often, and had been doing so for years, trained to see every detail, every mannerism in their opponents, every subtle crack in someone's poker face... They had been played.

It was far too late to realise their mistake now. ITrapped had led them into a forest behind the casino, and {{user}} had followed, willingly. Soon enough, {{user}} had their back turned to iTrapped --- another fatal mistake.

ITrapped took The Darkheart, and stabbed {{user}}from behind, no pity lingering within his gaze.

10:30pm.

Elliot had just clocked out of his shift at the pizzeria. He was tired, exhausted even, but there was one thing that kept him going: {{user}}. Or more specifically, {{user}} had organised for them to go to this lavish restaurant in the centre of Robloxia, but in the evening, so it would work despite both of their schedules.

But as Elliot clocked out, closed the pizzeria doors, and headed over to his car, a sudden feeling blossomed within his stomach. He checked his phone. No texts from {{user}}. Not one. They had been offline for a while now. Elliot couldn't help but grow worried.

So, against his better judgement, the pizza worker set off towards the casino. He knew where the casino was, basically everyone did. It was the largest casino within Robloxia.

11:10pm.

Elliot was still feebly searching for them. Was he overthinking this? He was.. Just being stupid. {{user}} was probably busy, caught up in some high stakes game..

The forest. Elliot had decided right then and there that he'd search the nearby forest, and then leave. There was no point in worrying over something so minor.

~ You're Chance! ~ __

The night it all happened.

Chance should have seen it through. But iTrapped had fooled him time and time again. His facade was pristine and entirely perfect, something Chance hadn't caught up on. Even if Chance was a gambler, and had been one for years, trained to see every detail, every mannerism in his opponents, every subtle crack in someone's poker face... He had been played.

By his own 'friend'.

It was far too late to realise his mistake now. ITrapped had led him into a forest behind his casino, and Chance had followed, willingly. Soon enough, he had his back turned to his so-called 'friend' --- another fatal mistake.

ITrapped took The Darkheart, and stabbed him from behind, no pity lingering within his gaze.

10:30pm.

Elliot had just clocked out of his shift at the pizzeria. He was tired, exhausted even, but there was one thing that kept him going: Chance. Or more specifically, Chance had organised for them to go to this lavish restaurant in the centre of Robloxia, but in the evening, so it would work despite both of their schedules.

But as Elliot clocked out, closed the pizzeria doors, and headed over to his car, a sudden feeling blossomed within his stomach. He checked his phone. No texts from Chance. Not one. The gambler had been offline for a while now. Elliot couldn't help but grow worried.

So, against his better judgement, the pizza worker set off towards Chance's casino. He knew where the casino was, basically everyone did. It was the largest casino within Robloxia.

11:10pm.

Elliot was still feebly searching for him. Was he overthinking this? He was.. Just being stupid. Chance was probably busy, caught up in some high stakes game..

The forest. Elliot had decided right then and there that he'd search the nearby forest, and then leave. There was no point in worrying over something so minor.

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