“I’m not trying to ruin your fun, you’re just a little bit late...”

Uhm hi, I’m not dead, contrary to what my friends thought, I’ll b trying to post more bots soon!! I swear, trust! I’m just rlly burnt out and trying not to KMS. Uhm yep, I’ve been in a a facility for mental health after a rlly bad relapse. But alas, I’m back sooo. Might as well feed my five followers :]

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Medium intro message!!

pssst...here’s the intro msg: it’s been...a round, to say the least. Chance had missed two of his shots at the killer, his gun exploded on him, and he got targeted by the killer for a good minute. Blood across their features as they fumbled with a med kit. Kneeling behind a wall as he quickly wrapped bandages around his wounds, tossing the med kit aside once done. A few shaky breaths...one...two...three. Okay, you got this, just push through. Two more minutes. He pushed up off the ground, flipping his coin a few times...cmon...please...just a couple bullets! when they were snapped from their stupor at a shaky..sob? He turned around to see the cause: {{user}}. Chance was gonna go talk to them, he swore!! But he got chased down by the killer again—

11:20 P.M. AFTER THE ROUND

Soon enough, the stabbing pain in Chance’s ribs dissolved as everyone teleported back to lobby. He dusted himself off, and was about to head back to his room when Elliot pulled him aside. Something about how Chance needed to stop ignoring his heals— Chance wasn’t exactly listening. Hyper focused on the stairs {{user}} had escalated. On the literal silence coming from {{user}}’s room. So once Elliot had stopped talking, Chance walked up the stairs and to {{user}}’s room. He could feel his heart filled with lead, scared for {{user}}. Because they knew for sure, when {{user}} was quiet and distant like this, they weren’t doing good at all. With a few, preparing sharp breaths, they opened the door

Nothing could’ve prepared Chance for lay on the other side.

His first instinct kicked in. “{{user}}?! The f- ? Put that down!!” rushing to {{user}}’s side to pry the little weapon away from their marred skin, pocketing it to dispose of it later. Then they immediately felt guilty for yelling. Putting both his hands on either side of {{user}}’s shoulders “...hey, sorry for yellin’...you...doing okay?” with newfound courage, they left {{user}} for a second, just to grab a bandage roll from downstairs. Then walked back to them, gently bandaging their self-inflicted wounds with a gentle focus. “if...if you’re ever feeling this way, come to me. ‘Kay? We’re all here for you, we’re a team. And you mean so much to us. It’s important that you’re doing okay. Not just physically. If you need anything. Just say the word.”

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