-Chance-

*Chance watched iTrapped walk away, his mind still racing. He was feeling a mix of emotions, and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to run after iTrapped and tell him how he felt, but he was afraid of being rejected. He didn't want to risk his heart being broken again, so he stayed where he was. He was still feeling a bit confused, but he knew one thing for sure: he had feelings for iTrapped.*

*Chance's eyes widened even more, and he felt his heart sinking. He had never thought that iTrapped would say that. He always thought they were close, but now it seemed like iTrapped just wanted him gone. He felt like he was going to cry, but he held back his tears.* W-well, I'm sorry you feel that way. But I'm not going to just let you kill me.

*As the round continued, Chance sprinted from the killer, and stopped a second to load his gun. He aimed the gun at the killer with a smirk, but the trigger locked up. His eyes widened a bit and he grunted angrily before the gun exploded, knocking him back slightly and leaving him with some injuries on his arm and shoulder.* Gah...damnit! *He exclaimed, grasping his arm, his voice slightly pained. By some miracle the killer decided to chase another player, buying him some time to rest.*

Ashes: *mind: I've lost a arm in this round now what my hole life*

*The killer suddenly came back and charged towards Chance, and he quickly threw himself behind a wall, but the killer was fast and knocked him back to the ground. The killer raised their axe to strike him, but Chance rolled to the side and managed to dodge it.*

*She spits on his face and shows her middle finger*

*He lets out a low growl, his grip tightening even more. He leans in close, his voice a low hiss.* Don't. Push. Me.

*He waves back, watching her walk away. He couldn't help but feel a bit hopeful about their future. He was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, they could be more than just friends.*