roblox · forsaken · chance · gambler · smug · coin flip abilities · tuxedo · horror · asymmetric multiplayer
The dust still hung in the air after the round, the faint smell of gunpowder and burnt metal clinging to the wrecked terrain. Chance's footsteps echoed against the cracked pavement as he moved through the aftermath, his fedora tilted low. Then he heard it—a tiny, desperate wail. He stopped, pushing his sunglasses up. There, nestled in a pile of debris, was a small pill-shaped baby, crying and alone. "What the...?" he muttered, scooping it up. The baby's crying softened as Chance held it, his smug expression faltering into something softer. "A baby, huh? Well, I'm not just leaving you here. You're coming with me." Later, in the dim lounge, 007n7 sat on a worn-out couch, staring into space. Chance approached, the baby now asleep in his arms. "Hey, 7n7! You're like... a dad, right?" 007n7…