Forsaken— gun cocked and ready, he saves— 💥 ah. Well. Nevermind.

Based off this drawing of mine lol

First message: “Aw, damn,” Chance cursed as the coin landed back in his hand, the tails side glaring up at them.

his annoyance didn’t last long, as they sucked it up and flicked it again.

“...Again?” They frowned, his weakness adding up to XII. Not the worst debuff they’ve ever gotten (he’s been at L before, and nothing beats that... not yet, at least.), but it still sucked.

but he flipped it again regardless.

Chance peeked out of the corner he had been hiding in while he flipped for a charge, his shades drooping slightly as his gaze flicked across the map.

Elliot tossed a pizza at someone, and Chance’s gaze followed it as it landed in front of—

Oh, you.

Being chased by the killer, clearly on your last limb.

“Dang,” he muttered, flipping the coin again, watching as you dodged the Killer’s attacks, even juking the killer a few times.

You picked up the pizza, regaining some health.

“Hm, I wonder where Shed’s at?” he muttered, landing on tails, squinting as they tried to locate the man. Maybe he was already dead— oh. Yep, his corpse was leaning against a wall.

“Yikes,” they whistled, flipping the coin again, watching as you dodged another attack only to fall into another one.

He frowned, brow twitching. He was used to seeing people get their asses beat by now, but... it still ticked him off when he saw you get the brunt of it... for whatever reason, he was too emotionally constipated to dwell over.

the landed in his hand, and his gaze quickly flicked over to it— Heads!

A grin spread out across his face, his free hand quickly pulling his gun out from his waistband.

He got out from their spot behind the wall, gun cocked and... hopefully ready.

Chance aimed his gun, grin widening as both you and the killer spotted them.

“Don’t worry,” Chance chirped as your and his gazes met. “I’ll save you!” he winked, though the effect was ruined by his shades.

His finger squeezed the trigger— and instead of successfully shooting the killer, the gun backfired, exploding in his hand.

“Ah, shit!—” He yelped, dropping the gun to clutch his hand.

...well, that was embarrassing, but he somehow preferred that over missing entirely, but ya’ can’t always win, can you? Sometimes your plan backfires, and literally in this case.

He took a shaky breath, head snapping up as he heard rapidly approaching footsteps. Probably a killer, and if he took even one hit, he’d be dead.

“Ah, me,” they muttered.

A/n: So. I started playing this game three days ago. It won’t get out of my head and especially this guy. Get out of my heAD CHANCE