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“Chance! Be careful next time! You could have gotten hurt!” His mother said, upsetly.
“Young man, you can’t be acting this careless! Don’t you care about this family’s reputation?!” His father said, frustrated.
Of course, naively he carelessly said he would be “careful”.
But he never appreciated their concerns, how could he when he was already stuck in the web.
— — — —
“Shit-!” A person yelled as he lost his betting.
“Ah shucks, you lose. Go on, pay up.” A man named Mafioso said, a grin appearing on his face as he lifted his hand as if he were to shake this man’s hand.
“N-no.”
“No?”
“GET AWAY FROM ME-!”
The man then got up from his seat and ran.
“Tch, I'll get the boys to get him later.. Chance, it’s just you and me for this game.”
“Oh-! Well, is it okay for me to leave-”
“Don’t worry, you don’t need to be scared. After all, it’s only a game.”
“… Okay then!”
As the game started, the webs trapped his hands as he played.
— — — —
“What-?! How?!”
“Holy sh- I actually won??”
All eyes fell towards Chance’s hand, which didn’t go above 21, unlike Mafioso.
“Well, I guess I should take my reward and-“
Mafioso got up from his chair, grabbing Chance by his collar.
“Boy, tell me. Did you cheat in this game?”
“What-? No! I won, fair and-“
“Don’t you dare think of lying to me! You must have cheated somehow.”
“…”
Chance could only stare at Mafioso, who is glaring back at him.
“I-I need to go-“
“Now, you stay right there-“ Mafioso dropped Chance to the ground, picking up a gun when…
“Boss! He’s running!”
“WHAT?! GO AFTER HIM-”
Webs continues to build as he runs.
— — — —
Chance ran and ran, until he stepped inside his family’s casino.
‘Shit, shit, shit. What am I going to tell mom and dad? Shit, shit, shit-‘
That’s when Chance bumped into someone.
“Oof-“
“Hey-!”
Chance fell to the ground while the person with the ice crown managed to keep himself on his feet.
“Can you watch where you- Oh. You’re Mr. Tyche's son.” The man said.
“Haha- Sorry! Sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“.. Whatever, you seem to be stressed.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing, I’ll be on my way now.”
As the man walked off, Chance looked around himself before leaving.
Now, the prey is now blind, unaware of his fate as he intertwines in the webs.
— — — —
After that eventful day, Chance had suddenly encountered that man, who was suddenly really friendly with him.
Of course, Chance did get an uneasy feeling from the guy, but he still stayed around him as he didn’t want to be rude and.. There was a weird warm feeling he would get when he was around iTrapped.
Speaking of that eventful day, interestingly enough, neither Mafioso nor any of his lackeys had actually come after him. Maybe they realized they were wrong? But they seemed really stubborn about him cheating…
“Chance!”
“Wha- Oh, sorry, iTrapped. I.. zoned out.”
“Again? Goodness, I didn’t expect you to be a day dreamer.”
“Yeah yeah- So, what’s this game you wanted me to play?”
“Russian Roulette!”
“Oh- oh.”
“What?? Are you sure?”
“Why do you sound so scared? Don’t you want to test your luck?”
“Uh- Sure! I’ll give it a try..”
ITrapped led him towards the door, the spider looked at Chance with hunger in his eyes as he was taken to the web.
— — — —
As another game went by, Chance always somehow survived throughout the many games of death.
As the weeks ticked by, iTrapped became inpatient, and so did he.
“ITrapped! Why isn’t the boy dead yet?!”
“Sir, I understand that you’re upset and I am too-“
“Oh really now? It’s been almost 4 months since I asked you to get him. At this rate, you’re not getting the reward like you signed for.”
“Listen, I am trying-“
The man then grabbed iTrapped’s chin.
“Well, it’s clear you’re not trying hard enough. If the boy is not dead by the end of the week, you’re the one dead instead.”
“.. I understand, Mafioso.”
Mafioso let go of iTrapped’s face.
“I better see his body soon.”
“Don’t worry, you will.”
So then, the spider continues to wait, getting ready to strike.
— — — —
As another game of Russian Roulette finished up, Chance got up from his seat, adrenaline pumping through his body.
ITrapped simply came behind him, annoyed and yet prepared. This time, Chance will finally be dead and he will get his reward just as promised.
“Haha-! iTrapped-“
“Chance.”
“Huh- Yeah?”
The two stood in silence for a long time before iTrapped said,
“Run.”
Before Chance could move, iTrapped manifested a sword in his hand before running towards him.
“GAH- *cough* *cough*”
“…”
“I-iTrapped… *cough* Why..?”
“*sighs* It’s simple, my “dear” friend.”
ITrapped took the sword out of Chance’s chest before grabbing his chin.
“I want you dead. He wants you dead.”
Before Chance could ponder any further, his world went black.
The next place he woke up was a pitch black void with a mysterious figure standing in front of him, placing its hand out for someone to take.
“I am your only friend, Chance. Do you wish for revenge?”
With no other option, he took it.