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Dear,
Chance Fortune,
You have been invited to the Blackrock Manor, 8/18/18
Precisely 6:00PM
Do not be late, and do not be early.
We will be waiting.
- S
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The room was cold, sending shivers down his spine.
Chance scanned the room.
There was a weirdly colorful crowd in front of him. The people around him all had interesting dynamics.
Everyone was quiet, unsure about the situation.
Until a character wearing a blue hoodie and green pants sheepishly spoke, “So. . . uh were you all invited here as well?” The guy seemed nervous from all the attention he immediately got.
Another person wearing a red shirt and visor spoke up as well, officially ending the silence for a bit.
“Yeah, I got a note.” The person wearing a red shirt stated before pulling out a letter from their pocket.
Chance was put on edge from the fact he didn’t know anyone here. And the fact nobody here seemed to know him.
Another few minutes of silence passed.
Chance decided he should be the one to break the silence this time.
“My names Chance, I live pretty far from here and got this note just a day ago in my mail.”
The guy in red replied “I'm Elliot and I work as a pizza delivery guy at a Builders Brother Pizza nearby.”
Soon everyone was giving out introductions and socializing with one another. A quick look around the room and he estimated there was at least twenty people and counting.
He skimmed through all their introductions only paying attention to names.
The person he now learned was named Elliot spoke up. “Does anyone have any idea why we were brought here?”
“No idea.” Someone spoke from behind Chance. Their voice thick like syrup pouring down his ear canals. Wait a minute. . . since when was someone behind him? He had done a full three-sixty of the room not to long ago.
Chance froze up for a second after realizing something: he recognized that voice.
Chance spun around whipping out his flintlock from inside his suit. Aiming it directly in front of him.
A dark looming figure stood exactly where the gun was pointed. He thinks that the guy made eye contact with him but it was hard to tell with the excessive tilt of the mans fedora.
“Chance.” Mafioso thundered.
Now Chance didn’t have a great sense of body language but he could tell that this guy was angry.
The room tensed up. Mafioso didn’t even seem to flinch. Which mildly offended Chance. But the rest of the crowd seemed terrified or surprised (aside from some outliers).
One of the other guests, 7n7 put his hand out to shield the three children in the room. Chance didn’t want to cause a scene but he had to move first before Mafioso did.
A grey arm reached out from the left side of Chance's view. Chance looked to the direction of the arm to find Builderman standing there seemingly trying to defuse the situation.
“Now, now everyone lets calm down.” He said worriedly. “We don’t have to get violent.”
Chance lowered his gun away from an unfazed Mafioso. Builderman continued “Let’s all try to figure out what’s going on before we get into a fight.”
Chance wanted to believe that they could all talk civilly. But he wasn’t so sure Mafioso had the patience for all that. . . After all Chance had been a target of Mafioso’s for at least a few years now.
Another voice chimed in. The only girl in the far left of the room, Jane doe. “He’s right, me and John doe have things to get to. If there’s nothing here for us, we’ll see ourselves out.”
The guests exchanged glares. Clearly nobody had any idea what was going on. Chance shuffled himself nonchalantly away from Mafioso. Making sure he wasn’t close enough to get attacked.
A blank stare from Jane doe solidified her disappointment. John doe, who hadn’t really processed the situation yet, was swiftly yanked at the wrist. Jane doe stomped her way to the front door where they came in from. She lifted her hand to the doorknob.
Followed by a twist of her hand.
To everyones shock. . . the door didn’t budge. Jane doe was now more aggressively wriggling the knob. “What the hell!?” She yelled out. John doe tensed up under her
grip. Now everyone in the room was in panic. Chance hadn’t seen a room so chaotic in a long while. And that said a lot considering he spent most of his time in casinos.
Amidst all the panic a sharp crack was heard. The lights faltered for a second. Then the room that was already dimly lit became pitch black. Chaos blew out. People started launching themselves onto whatever was closest to them. Panicked screams and yelps. A loud scream!
The sound felt like a knife to Chance's ear. Chance also heard a distorted woosh sound. What just happened? Who just screamed?
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The cold had wrapped itself around Chance like a blanket. Good thing he had a coat on or he would’ve frozen to death.
That last round of roulette was exhilarating. Chance had never felt so alive. The tension and risk in the moment. The gun to his head. Time seemed to stop for a second there. Chance had only experienced this moments ago and he was already reminiscing on it.
The snow shuffled and crunched under his shoes. He looked back to call out to his lover.
“Hey Itrapped hurry up! Your gonna get left behind at that pace!” Chance enthusiastically yelled.
Which was weird for someone who just survived a near death experience. But I guess that’s just Chance for ya?
Chance turned around to get a better look at his friend. Still. Itrapped stood still.
Unmoving. Not a flinch or shiver from the cold. He stood looking down to the icy floor.
Chance's smile faltered. “Itrapped, buddy? You ok?”
The ice and snow dragged under Itrapped’s steps. A black dagger in his right hand.
A dagger? Why would Itrapped have that?
Chance stood idle as Itrapped walked up to him. Only a millisecond passed before Chance's body was plunged into burning pain. Blood creeping from his chest to his arms. Itrapped flashed a grin before plunging it in further.
Chance fell to the ground, unable to keep himself standing from the weight of the pain.
Vision got blurry.
Everything felt foggy and his emotions were a mess.
Before, black.
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Finally Chance snapped out of it. Everyone was terrified, traumatized even.
In front of him lay a body.
That same gray man from earlier flat on the floor with a dagger plunged into his chest.
A yellow person with big brown and white wings lept forward. His hand launching around the body. A pool of blood already forming. Chance remembered him to be the one called Shedletsky.
Shedletsky sobbed “Builderman no! No. NO!”
7n7 held his arms around all three of the children in panic trying to shield their eyes but failing. Bluudud got a glimpse of the body before covering his eyes with a swift motion.
A gloved hand reached out to pull Shedletsky back. Shedletsky resisted but eventually was pulled away by Mafioso. Chance stood there unfazed but mildly concerned, seeing many dead body’s in his lifetime. Maybe more than he would like to admit.
Collectively they all realized the situation they were in. They were in a Mansion. With locked doors. And a dead body.
Noob yelped “T-this only happens in movies! This isn’t. . .r-real!” Noob tried pinching himself.
It was all too real.
Elliot stood by Taph who was shielding himself with his wings. Elliot seemed just as disturbed as the rest of the group.
Chance could see a few outliers though. 1x1 still stood nonchalantly leaning on the split staircase that lead up to what seemed to be guest rooms. A man in a white and red mask that didn’t speak. And lastly a pale white character with black hair and a weird symbol on their clothing. If Chance remembers correctly he called himself ‘Twotime’.
After staring blankly at the body Shedletsky blurted “WHO DID THIS?” his feathers fanned out and the ones near his face curved inward. Before anyone could speak attention was put on Chance.
Shedletsky raised his voice “YOU! you’re the one who was getting violent earlier!” He pointed his finger at Chance.
“Hey! Hey, isn’t it a little early to be pointing fingers?”
Chance continued “We don’t know each-other. Why would I attack a civilian?”
A person wearing a half black half purple hoodie with a half jester mask spoke raising one of their hands. “Well, any of us could have been the one to attack the guy.”
7n7 nodded his head in agreement. “We all could have weapons right now.” He glared at Shedletsky who was holding a sword in one hand himself.
Mafioso spoke. “Alright everyone drop all their items. We’ll confiscate anything that could be used to harm others.” 1x1 spoke sharply “Wouldn’t that make it easier for the murderer to kill us? With no self defense we’d die with ease. Seems stupid to me.” Mafioso took this into account. “Well without any weapons the murderer can’t kill us at all.” Chance piped in “We should vote! Vote on keeping or giving up our weapons.”
Chance dragged on “If you think we should keep our items raise your hand.”
Surprisingly, not many people raised their hand. 1x1, random guy in a hockey mask, Shedletsky, and Twotime raised their hands.
Chance opened a closet with a lock they could stash everything in. Meanwhile he saw Mafioso on a phone call using his peripheral vision.
Everyone dropped their belongings in the closet, minus the food and drinks some guests held.
Chance turned the lock and closed it solidifying the items being stuck in there. Chance turned to Mafioso, still on edge from him being in the same room.
Two portals opened up on either side of him. Came out four people. And Chance definitely wouldn’t forget them.
The portal to his left let out a man with a tall white hat, that had two straps falling down to his neck from the band on the hat. No doubt that was Consigliere.
Another came out with a fluffy square-ish hat and two flaps coming down to his ears. Soldier. The other side had two stern looking men.
One with just glasses which Chance remembered as being the serious no-fun one. Caporegime.
And lastly, a guy with a hat and two headphones covering his ears. Almost like Chance except not exactly. That one was Contractee.
Chance felt a shiver down his spine. He didn’t let his nervousness show. He wore his poker face like he would die without it. Chance knew for sure that he was outnumbered if Mafioso decided to attack him.
Hopefully the situation could distract him for now. Mafioso shifted his gaze to Chance. Chance could die on the spot from the weight of his glare.
Consigliere quickly inquired “Boss! That’s one of the guys on our target list!” Instead of waiting for Mafioso’s order, Contractee quickly grabbed both of Chance's hands and cuffed them behind his back with a rope.
Chance was very much struggling trying to kick Contractee off. Consigliere held a sword to Chance's throat within seconds. While Soldier looked like he was considering knocking out Chance cold.
Elliot quickly cut in. “HEY!” “Didn’t we just say something about not attacking each-other!”
Mafioso added. “Yes, well we have personal business with him.”
Chance managed to get Consigliere off him and was now standing far away picking at the rope tied around his wrists with his teeth.
“Business or not we need to cooperate!” Elliot snapped back. “This is serious and we can’t have people dying for your ‘personal business’!”
Mafioso stared blankly, honestly he sort of looked annoyed? Chance could never tell. Mafioso concluded. “Business later, boys.”
Chance bit off the rope around his wrist.
A pale skinned blue haired guy walked into view. “If we’re locked in here we should all choose someone to stay with.” “A sort of buddy system.”
Chance was reminded of the times he would go on school field trips and be paired with someone else. Isn’t it funny how the situations changed so drastically?