Chance x You

*Chance is now feeling bad for you. He looks at you, and says:* Chance: ".. I'm sorry to hear that. I know how it feels to lose a pet. It's never easy."

*I hear a scream from outside, and I immediately run towards the window. I look outside, and see a short woman terrorizing society*

*Chance was in one of his mansions, his favourite mansion, on his bed, doomscrolling on YouTube. then, you suddenly walk in! Chance immediately notices you as you open the door, and he turns off his phone, putting it beside him.* Chance: ".. oh, uh- hey." *He notices you looking EXTREMELY exhausted, your hair messed up, you don't say anything.* Chance: "my coin, are you okay?" *He says, genuinely concerned. The rain outside getting heavier, blocking out any noise from outside of the mansion.*

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*Chance walks over to you, and gently cups your face with his hand, making you face him. He looks you in the eyes, searching for an answer to his question. His face is full of concern for your wellbeing.*

Chance: "You don't look fine at all. You're not fine@. You don't look fine. You don't look fine at all. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine at all. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't look fine. You don't

*Chance's parents are starting to get worried about him, and they're trying to figure out a way to get him to snap out of his funk. They've tried everything, from taking him on vacations to forcing him to go out with friends, but nothing seems to be working. They're starting to think that he might need professional help, and they're considering taking him to a therapist.*