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Chance suddenly finds himself waking up in the middle of the night, he glanced out of his cabin's window and sure enough, it's the same weather and time like always. It's not like anything ever changes in this realm anyway.
They struggle to breathe for a bit before coming to the conclusion that they're going to throw up. Hurriedly, he rushes out of his cabin and into the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and vomiting whatever Elliot had made for dinner.
After what felt like an eternity, but was actually only about ten minutes, he finishes emptying their stomach so he flushes down what he had just puked out and headed back into his room.
Morning eventually rolls around and they groan as they place their arm over their eyes to block out the sunlight. Seems like the Spectre noticed they were sick and decided to make him suffer more.
How great.
The door to his cabin can be heard knocking and then immediately opening, not even giving him a chance (no pun intended) to say 'come in.'
So much for knocking.
Guest 1337 stands at the doorway, "We were wondering where you were, you're usually the first few awake..." He pauses for a bit and examines them before continuing, "Are you feeling alright? You look sorta flushed, plus, you slept in as well." He asks, clearly concerned for the latter's health.
A smirk is sent in an attempt to play things off, "What? Can't you let a guy catch up on his sleep a lil'?"
It didn't seem as if the soldier actually bought it but he didn't want to push on so, instead, he just nodded, "Alright then. A round will start soon though, we'll meet you in the main cabin."
"Yeah, see ya then!" Chance exclaims as he watches Guest 1337 walk out and shut the door behind him, leaving the gambler alone his room once more.
Around five to ten minutes later, the gambler heads into the designated location where they spot their partner, Two Time.
Upon seeing Chance's arrival, the cultist walks over to give them a kiss before the round starts but unexpectedly, Chance pushes Two Time away, causing the rest of the survivors to glance in their direction in confusion.
Did they have a fall out or something?
However, before the gamble could explain why they did that, the timer hit zero and everybody was sent to Horror Hotel.
Fortunately, he didn't spawn alone this time, instead they spawned with Dusekkar. Unfortunately though, it seemed as if he knew that Chance wasn't feeling the best, "I must say, you do not seem so okay, if you are feeling unwell please do tell."
"Don't worry 'bout me Pumpkin fella, I feel perfectly fine as always."
"If you insist then please begin to assist. However, if you still feel ill, there may be some pills."
Eventually, the two part ways to get on with their own objectives. However, due to their illness, Chance staggers towards an available generator before internally groaning to himself, "Ugh... I feel so sluggish... Hopefully this won't affect my aim too much."
After what felt like an eternity, he crouches down to fix the wires only for him to give up not even five minutes later.
Too difficult.
Too much effort.
Too tiring.
All he wants to do right now is sleep.
Suddenly, extremely light footsteps can be heard running towards their direction and Chance immediately knows that it's Two Time. Nobody else runs extremely quiet aside from them but at the same time, nobody can hear them with the exception of Chance.
He watches as the cultist kneel down and start to carve the Spawn's symbol onto the floor right beside Chance.
An awkward silence fills between the two as they stare at eachother, they both clearly remember what happened just right before the round began but neither of them wanted to be the one to bring it up so instead, they just stare at eachother.
"You do not seem to be in healthy condition." Two time confronts, breaking the tension in between them. "I'm fine." The gambler reassures, wanting to break eye contact with the latter already.
"You may have thought that you have hidden your unexpected illness away from the eyes of the Spawn but you are infact incorrect as the Holy Spawn sees all, they are always watching. Praise thy Spawn and you-"
"Just help me with damn generator, Timey." Chance cuts in, clearly exhausted from their partner's rambling.
Yes, they support it but no, they don't want to hear it. Especially when he's sick.
Without hesitation, Two Time is at the gambler's side in an instant where they crouch down and begin to help with the complicated and tangled wires.
However, they both clearly suck.
The wires were more messed up than they were beforehand and they've almost accidentally gotten themselves electrocuted multiple times.
Maybe they should just protect the other survivors from now on.
An idea sparks in the cultist's mind as they stand up, "Let us ask our trusty handyman for assistance instead! He obtains higher knowledge than the two of us combined, bless the Spawn!"
Heavily paced thuds can be heard sprinting away frantically and they turn their attention to see Guest 1337, clutching his arm, desperately trying to stop the blood from his arm flooding out
Two time glances at the ground and sees a medkit by their feet, which they pick up and begin chasing after the soldier, Chance slowly following behind whilst flipping their coin in the air.
Tails.
Tails.
Tails.
Tails.
...
Heads!
Finally! Took forever!
Achieving three points will be a miracle so Chance trusts that singular point they have and points their gun at the Killer, Noli, and fires as soon as they have a clear view to buy time.
Fortunately, the gun didn't blow up or jam despite only being on one point!
Noli, regardless of being stunned, still continues their chase after another survivor, completely ignoring the trio who's hiding behind a wall.
"Hell yes!" The gambler exclaims in excitement, "Lady Luck is finally lovin' me!"
Two Time hands the medkit, they found earlier on, over to Guest 1337 who gratefully takes it and removes the bandages out of the first aid kit, hurriedly wrapping it around his injured arm before tossing the rest of the goods onto the ground, it's not like the survivors use anything else other than the gauzes and all.
The couple watches as Guest 1337 returns to his duty, running in to protect another teammate from suffering what he just went through.
After a few coin flicks, Chance finds himself successful! Three amazing charges with the drawback of only 7 weakeness! This day couldn't of have been any better... Only if he wasn't sick as hell right now.
"Heh, Lady Luck seems t' looooooove me right now, too bad I love ya more, Timey!" The gambler flirts to their partner, obtaining a slightly flustered look from them. Dang, even being sick they still have charm, guess it's what he gets for being born deathly attractive!
Cooldown's over too, time to land some shots!
Aiming their gun at the killer, they confidently fire their gun once again.
... Only for it to jam...
And now Noli's running towards their direction. Seeing them distracted, Noli quickly throws a Void Star to where the couple is standing, objectively hitting the both of them.
Chance loses about 32hp and hurriedly turns his attention to his lover, "Run!" They command, not caring about their own health at the moment.
Obediently, Two Time scrambles away and the killer begins their chase after the gambler instead.
"Crap..." Chance mumbles, clearly staggering due to their sickness, they almost forgot about it but it was too late. After tanking multiple hits, Noli's final attack leaves them gasping for air, they're out of stamina and now Noli's caught up.
One last swing, following on with a laugh, and next thing Chance knows, they're on the dirty floor, laying down about to be brutally slaughtered by the killer. "Damn it... At least Two Time got to live for a little bit longer, he's satisfied enough dying with knowing that."
With a stomp, the gambler finds himself in the Main Cabin once more. He forcefully brings his already sick and heavy body, filled with phantom pain, to a nearby doorframe, leaning against it with all his body weight and finally relaxing.
The frame has a cold sensation, a perfect contrast to Chance's steaming body. Doing all that running around whilst in that round was clearly not ideal.
They decide to let their eyes rest for a little bit... A quick rest won't change anything right? Plus, they have to recover by tomorrow or else the same results will happen.
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After who knows how long, Chance finds themself waking up in a room that's definitely not theirs or the living room.
Sitting up, they glance around and notice a ton, like a TON, of Spawn symbols carved into the walls, floor and ceiling. There was only one person who's insane enough to do this.
Aside from the.... weird drawings... Chance notices how much pain his left shoulder is in, must be the consequences of firing his gun when his body obviously couldn't handle it.
Not only that but they're also feeling a mixture of warmth and cold at the same time, it's the same feeling as beforehand but it seemed to die down a little. Maybe the sleep he had earlier on helped him a bit.
The same light footsteps can be heard approaching them and they glance up to see Two Time smiling at them with that same unnerving smile that they always had plastered on their face.
However... This time, it seemed somewhat.... Softer?
Even though they've been dating for a while, Chance's heart still beats faster than normal whenever his lover's around, especially when they give him a smile that they give nobody else.
It made him feel special.
Special to them.
"U-uh, yeah, any... Anyway, how'd ya find me, Timey?" The gambler asks, failing to keep his usual smugness they always have. "Oh Spawn, it was certainly a dear sight. I had unfortunately died without being granted my second life and I had returned I had saw you leaning on the pillar like Spawn depended on it."
The cultist tilts their head, "This morning, you had shunned me whenever I had attempted to express my affection towards thou. I had asked the Holy Spawn for help and we decided that you were unwell due to unknown circumstances."
A glass of water slides over in front of Chance and a then a few pills are dropped into their hands, "Please use this, my dear gambler, the Spawn and I believe it sha'll heal you overnight."
"Where'd you get these pills? Last thing I remember IT doesn't just hand out these things from generosity. ESPECIALLY if it helps us out."
"Thy medkit, that we had gifted the soldier, obtained other helpful necessities that we had never noticed beforehand."
Two time leans over to their lover's forehead and plants a kiss on it without hesitation, "Thou shalt not remain sick within the following days."
After taking the glass of water and medicine, Chance finds themself falling back asleep only to wake up (presumably) a few hours later to find himself and his partner cuddling together.
He feels warm and it's not because of his fever now.