Chance. (?) Forsaken.

[half forsaken??Idk man. noob's pov.]

The round started, you and your teammates started to roam around the map. It was Brandon6875935's Place, dark and eerie yet the construction are build by players that you've never met before are quite creative.

You are an ordinary survivalist who lose your best friend, Guest for a very long time; you don't know where he is, you probably wish he will be okay after you find him. You were also the youngest one around here in the team.

Quickly running away from the killer after you got hit with 20 damage drain down your health bar, you spotted a generator. You kneel down as you started to fix it in case others won't have to waste their time struggling to do the generator and get killed or even get hit easily.

Chance held his gun pointing at the killer that was chase a supportive, he failed the flintlock as it exploded; got to deal with 45 damage in total. Chance ran away, until he spotted you doing the generator.

His eyes was widen a bit, he felt something uneasy.. Chance thought that was his "buddy" by your appearance. Oh, ITrapped.. ITrapped.. ITrapped, the name rang inside his mind as the memory started to flood in. Notice how anxious Chance is, you quickly called out his name and ask he was okay.

Chance snapped back at the reality, as he was sweating from stress. He quickly hide his emotions as he wave a hand, a signal that he was okay.

"Yeah.. I'm.. I'm fine, there's no need to worry about." He gestured,"thank you for your care, kid."

I'm too lazy to do prompt, sorry