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“Over here!” Two Time guided Chance and Elliot (Builderman went somewhere else to rebuild the dispenser) to another generator.
Another ding! came from the distance. Another generator is done.
“Three more to go-oh!”
Elliot gasped— clutching his side. A trickle of green acid came down his work uniform.
Standing behind them is the killer, a smirk painted on his face.
“Shoot,” Chance cursed, flipping his coin a few more good times, getting more migraines and body pains per flip. Struggling to maintain his composure, Chance turned away and ran like a coward, leaving Elliot alone with the cultist.
“I can’t die yet…” he muttered, hiding behind a wall. “I need to help…”
Ding!
“Two more…” Chance told himself, before spotting a generator somewhere nearby.
Limping a bit, he headed towards the generator, kneeling down and starting to make repairs.
It was quiet, except for the soft breeze. Chance sighed, feeling guilty for leaving Elliot injured.
Just then, a soft hum of electricity came from behind him. Chance stiffened, slowly connecting the fourth set of wires.
“Ring around the roses…”
A bead of sweat trickled down his neck.
SLASH!
Chance hissed in pain, holding on to his shades in case it went flying. He let go of the generator and turned around…
To see a corpse.
Elliot’s corpse lay on the grass.
Chance fiddled with the trigger again-
“Oh no you don’t,”
A dagger went through the killer’s chest. The killer froze, stunned.
With the killer frozen in place, Two Time sighed, stepping out from behind him. They are paler than ever, with a pair of wings?
And a tail swishing behind their back.
“T-Two Time?” Chance spluttered, confused.
Two Time smiled at him. “The Spawn has blessed me a second life, Chance,” they said. “This is my second life, since I died protecting him,” He nodded to Elliot’s corpse.
Chance stared at the corpse, horrified. Was Elliot really dead dead?
He felt guilty for running away. He didn’t want to look like some weirdo with the gun exploding in his face.
Two Time outstretched their hand.
“Let’s-“
Two Time never got the chance to finish their sentence. A blade swiped through their body, chopping them in half.
Two Time’s eyes widened, an etch of their grin still in their face. Spitting out blood, both halves of their body lay on the grass next to Elliot.
The killer chuckled softly, their stun duration over.
“Your turn,” he said.
“Shit!”
Chance limped to other direction, trying hard not to look at Elliot and Two Time’s corpses on the plain.
There, he found a slice of pizza on the grass, illumating a green glow.
He remembered feeling healed by the pizza slice itself earlier.
Isn’t that contaminated?
With quick reflexes, Chance took the pizza slice and took a bite out of it. His energy suddenly surged back and he found himself sprinting to who knows where.
“Where the fuck is Builderman…” Chance grumbled, grabbing some dice in his pocket and tossing it in his hand.
“Ack-!” Chance stopped running, gasping as he clutched his sides, losing his stamina completely. “Worse luck…”
Just then, Chance yelped, his vision obscured with some holographic pop up windows, with the text saying:
I’m here.
A battle cry can be heard from behind, as Chance tried to cancel the windows out. Weird.
Just then, everything came to black.
…
“…nce…”
Chance stirred. He found himself resting his head on the table. Rubbing his eyes, there is a tall man with blue swept hair wearing some military gear, along with Builderman.
The soldier seemed to have his hand on the gambler’s shoulder.
“The round is done,” he said gruffly.
“Round…?”
Builderman tossed Chance a book, which hit him square in the face.
“Ow!” “Sorry…”
Chance took the book. A Guidebook To Your New Hell!
“Taph and Dussekar are the only ones here along with a few others while we are out there,” Builderman stood up from his chair. “Dussekar found this,”
“Who are they?”
Builderman nodded to a figure wearing a pumpkin as a head, with long silky robes with his staff resting by the door. Another figure is fully cloaked, with his face barely seen, fiddling with some string.
“Dussekar… the Shakespeare guy?” Chance couldn’t resist from grinning.
“Don’t call him that…” Builderman frowned, before walking off.
Chance turned back to the soldier, who is studying a picture before slipping it back to his pocket.
“…So, how’s the round?” He asked, smiling sheepishly.
The soldier sighed. “Not good. Not bad,” he murmured. “This is just like the old times,”
“…What’s your name?”
“…Guest 1337. Call me Guest,”
“Nice meeting you!” Chance had to bite his tongue to hold himself back from calling him another nickname, before wandering around to meet the others.
He placed the book somewhere. Wouldn’t be needing that shit, he thought.
Just then, he remembered— Two Time and Elliot.
He shivered at the thought. Are they really dead-?
“You thought we’re dead?”
“gAH!” Chance jumped, holding on to his shades. Two Time seemed to be lurking around, observing the survivors from afar.
They look like nothing has happened to them. They look pale but healthy.
“Where’d you come from?” Chance chuckled nervously.
“I’m anywhere,” Two Time smiled mysteriously.
“Also, you’re alive again? Have you got a third life or something?”
Two Time gave him a withering look.
“Apparently not. I didn’t risk two people,” Two Time mumbled the last part under their breath.
“You haven’t read the book, haven’t you?” Elliot sighed, tying an apron around his waist. He looks healthy and fine too. “Well, the people the killers killed aren’t dead dead. The overseer in this realm doesn’t let that happen. No matter how hard you try, you’ll always end back here,”
“So it’s like we’re in a game or something?” Chance asked.
“Yes,” Two Time smiled. “Trials, to be exact,”
“Your god seems to be wicked,”
Two Time glared at him. “Do not speak ill of the Spawn,” they said. “The Spawn would never do anything like that,”
Elliot’s brows furrowed, but said nothing. He turned around, going back to his work.
I’ll just go meet the others Chance thought.
…
After roaming around a few good times, Chance met other people. He found them cool.
They weren’t like those certain people before he got to this hell.
Chance took a deep breath, and began to space out by the billiard pool, which wasn’t really like him. Sure, he can be friends with those people.
Shy, but sweet Noob.
Distant, awkward 007n7.
Silly, the life of the party Shedletsky.
The sanest who is somehow experienced, Guest 1337.
A cultist who goes insane whenever their belief is mentioned, Two Time.
Friendly, but sharp-tongued Elliot.
Chill but serious Builderman.
Quiet, but chaotic Taph.
And sophisticated, flower-spoken Dusekkar.
Chance somehow felt warm inside. But…
iTrapped was like that once. Mysterious. Enigmatic. He somehow manages to draw the gambler in.
Only to get stabbed in the back.
Chance can’t just trust anyone in here.
But they are also survivors? A nagging voice said in his head.
“No…” Chance muttered. “I can’t…”
“…I won’t let this happen again,”