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iTrapped speed walked up to the massive casino in front of him, with palm trees lined up at the grand entrance of the brightly lit building. He briefly stopped at the wide door guarded by a brown haired Robloxian to adjust his collar.
He inhaled and exhaled as he began to go over his plan.
‘Ok, I GOT THIS. Just get in, find whoever the hell Chance is, befriend them flawlessly, eventually become inseparable and be SOOO thankful for our friendship and THEN EVENTUALLY KILL HIM FOR THE BANLANDS KEY TO FREE ELLERNATE AND CALEB WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY ABOUT IT AT ALL!!!!!’ The yellow robloxian was frozen with horror after realizing the heavy burden he'd soon have to carry.
“Man, I really need a drink!” iTrapped forced a smile as he walked in, showing the brunette guard his fake id he made in under 4 minutes while high.
As iTrapped stepped into his future grave, he managed to locate a bar to his left. As he walked towards the bar, poker tables and the usual shit you'd see at a luxurious casino caught his attention, such as a game of blackjack or backgammon going on.
‘Alright, what the hell does this guy look like again?’ iTrapped pulled out a crumpled photo of “Chance” and squinted at it. The photo was of a gray robloxian with shades calmly sitting down at a table with oddly placed dark stains.
‘oh admins this was STUPID.’ iTrapped begrudgingly thought to himself. ‘Why would the owner of this casino be casually sitting at a bar and not in some luxurious suite with like 20 mobsters playing poker and drinking a sex on the beach and WAIT WHAT THE-‘ iTrapped’s train of thought immediately cut as he spotted no other than CHANCE FORSAKEN CASUALLY SITTING AT THE GOLD THEMED BAR IN FRONT OF HIM. In an instant, iTrapped felt his legs lock and nearly let out a shriek.
‘FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK OK OK ITS FINE IM FINE WERE FINE ITS NOW OR NEVER!!!!’ iTrapped quickly ended the spiraling thoughts in his not-so-corrupted mind as he forced his legs to move where Chance was sitting. He flattened his suit on the way and began to put on his signature smile.
You see, iTrapped (at least in this world) was always a happy guy, willing to exploit the many experiences that existed in Robloxia with his friends and take risks. But ever since Ellernate and Caleb got oh so unfortunately banned, iTrapped began to lose that joy in him. So now he's here, to get his joy and his friends back by eventually obtaining the Banlands key to free them. Yet, iTrapped was never the killer type. Sure, he’d seen brutal ip bans and hideous viruses, but he was never the one to load the gun and shoot the victim right in the heart.
Thankfully of course, he knew damn well if he didn’t exterminate Chance after stealing his family’s key, there would be MAJOR consequences, since oh you know, Chance IS QUITE LITERALLY ONE OF THE ROBLOXIANS WITH THE MOST POWER AND RICHES, ALONG WITH THE MOST SMARTS AND LUCK TOO!!! DID YOU KNOW HE MANAGED TO OUTSMART AND WIN MORE THAN 50 MILLION ROBUX DURING A TEXAS HOLD EM GAME WITH THE MOST NOTORIOUS UNDERGROUND MAFIA??? OR HOW ABOUT THEIR 30 WIN STREAK OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE??? WELL NOW YOU KNOW.
‘GODS I'M SCREWED.’ iTrapped internally screeched his last thought before he finally confronted Chance.
“Hey, mind if I sit here?” iTrapped smiled as he leaned over the red cushioned bar stool on the left of Chance.
The gambler looked up, and iTrapped was immediately covered in their “I was born in a gucci factory” aura. They had a calm smile that that any normal robloxian would simply brush off as, well, normal, but iTrapped was FAR from your average robloxian. Maybe it was due to the vast amount of lethal information iTrapped had on Chance, but iTrapped knew damn well behind that grin was a cold, heartless, gambler who is willing to control whoever comes in his way like a chess pawn. Good thing iTrapped knew nothing about chess!
“Sure.” Chance took a sip of what looked like to be gin out of a fancy ass glass. “What’s your name?”
“I’m iTrapped, what about you?” iTrapped grinned as he sat down on the bar stool, totally not anxiously drumming his fingers on the white marbled table.
“I’m Chance, but I'm guessing you already knew that?”
‘FUCK HES ONTO ME ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION HOLY FUCKING SH-‘ iTrapped calmly fixed his collar and slightly laughed. “Well, I wasn’t expecting to stumble across the owner of his own casino casually sitting at the bar tonight.”
Chance lets out a dry chuckle as he takes another sip of his gin. “So, why are you here anyway?”
iTrapped sits up slightly straighter and adjusts his ice crown. “I actually just moved here this week, and heard about the infamous casino run by the man who survived 30 rounds of Russian Roulette, ‘and decided to check it out!” iTrapped lied. Well technically, all the things he said were true. Yet, the intent behind the statement is for betrayal purposes unfortunately, not curiosity.
“Looks like you did your research then.” Chance turns his chair slightly towards iTrapped, as if they're a scientist looking into a microscope and finding a stupid yellow pineapple-shaped cell.
“How would I not know? Your luck is one of the only things this city talks about!”
Chance sneers and places his drink down. “Well that just gave me an idea.” He reaches into his inner pocket of his white suit and pulls out a 20, slamming it onto the bar table. “How about we see if my luck can rub off onto you?”
iTrapped tilts his head in confusion as Chance jesters for him to follow them. “What do you mean by that?”
Chance seems to genuinely-not so lighthearted though- laugh ever since iTrapped and him started talking. “Oh come on, isn’t it obvious? Let’s play a round of Russian Roulette!”
iTrapped froze. ‘WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.’ Time around the hacker slowed, as he entered his own mind to process the daunting offer CHANCE FORSAKEN had just told him.
‘GOD DAMMIT, HE WANTS TO GET RID OF ME ALREADY?? I THOUGHT I WAS DOING GOOD!!’ iTrapped’s brain cells danced with anxiety and pure fear as he tried to figure out a solution to escape his impending doom. But then, a flash of a familiar feeling hit him. Determination. ‘You know what. NO. I WILL NOT PUT DOWN THIS OFFER. I WILL FUCKING PLAY RUSSIAN ROULETTE. I WILL PROVE TO THIS CEMENT LOOKING BITCH THAT I AM NOT DYING SO EASILY. IM GETTING THAT FUCKING KEY AND FREEING ELLERNATE AND CALEB, AND YOUR DAMN MIND GAMES WONT STOP ME. I hope.’
After iTrapped was done with his internal monologue, he beamed as he quickly hopped off the bar stool. “You know what, sure, lead the way!”
Chance's eyebrows raised, most likely not expecting iTrapped to be this eager about playing a death game with a man he had known for less than 30 minutes. But then, he quickly reverted back to his calm grin.
“Now that’s the spirit!” Chance linked arms with iTrapped, as he escorted iTrapped to his, once again, future grave.
‘I didn’t know these guys got all up close…’ iTrapped contemplated, but quickly shrugged it off, excited to feel the adrenaline from raising a gun to his temple in a lukewarm room.