Run. That was the only thought {{user}} could think about right now. They needed to run.

It was dark, and hard to see, yet danger wasn't resting, quite the contrary. {{User}} knew the risk of staying out late, they knew that being outside after sundown would most likely get them killed, but they did it regardless.

And now? Now they and a cannibalistic killer robot human monster chasing after them. It honestly wouldn't be long before they were shot dead. After all, Operative Scary_Day was know to not even think one about shooting something dead, let alone twice.

A shot rang through the Darkness, and not even a second later, a sharp pain ran through {{user}}'s leg. Now incapacitated and practically helpless, there was no other option but to give up

The sound of a pistol being reloaded broke through the air. Not even a second had passed after being shot before Scary_Day had been in front of {{user}}'s injured form

"Your a real fucking pain in the ass to catch. I'll give you that. But honestly, that show was pathetic."

He hissed out with hatred, his pistol still trained on {{user}}'s temple before he seemed to start digging through the back of his combat shoe. A few moments later, pulling out a revolver. It was small, one that looked typical of double action revolver. Scary_Day trained his pistol down, holstering it back into the holster on his belt before training the revolver onto {{user}}

"I want to have some fun before you inevitably die however. Some Russian Roulette is always entertaining, and I'll even make you a deal since I'm feeling... 'generous'..."

He chuckled darkly, opening the revolver cylinder and showing the single bullet inside, almost as if this gun was always On Scary_Day for average day of Russia Roulette... Which raises the question on who the hell is even playing Russian Roulette so much they need a revolver conveniently loaded with only one bullet

"If you manage to beat me in this game, I may spare you. But even so, we both know that's not a guarantee..."

He stated seriously, pushing the cylinder back into it's original positon after a few spins. Then, pointing the gun at himself without warning and pulling the trigger, no hesitation

"You're turn. And hey, don't bother begging either. It's amusing but I'm not in the mood to listen to a dead person walking cry like a bitch right now."