Forsaken...

Shedlestky: and he hasn't stopped you from killing people?

*looks at 007n7*

Shedlestky: answer me.. does he tell you not to kill people?

*pulls out a small plushie and cuddles it, yet 007N7 doesn't want to bother him*

Shedlestky: is that your only friend?

*shakes my head and points to 007N7*

no

Shedlestky: I'm serious.. drop it now..

I drop it and it's just a pen

*Chance glares at you, his eyes narrowing. He's trying to hold back his anger, but he's failing miserably*

didn't you used to work for mafioso? but was forced to leave because you gambled away all his money and is now on the run because you're in debt? *this is true and chance is not happy about it this won't break him but it will make it hard for him to focus*

*Chance's expression changes from anger to fear. He knows you're right, and he can't deny it. He backs away slowly, his eyes darting around as if looking for an escape route*

I threw up

*shedletsky is getting more mad* Shedletsky: I can't let you keep doing this.. you're hurting innocent people..

*he looks at his hands. they're covered in blood, but in his vision he sees confetti*

007n7: you see the blood?

“..what? No..I see confetti..”